For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1

Which looms like a volcanic ridge,

Above a scathing fire below.

A flaming crater of burning hearts-

And, as souls passed beneath my feet,

As weary souls passed to and fro

A knowledge came, so sad, yet sweet,

Each inner life I seemed to know.

[A Broadway Idyl]

Endless pain and boundless agony,these were accompanying Fordin. He knew he truly lost, lost everything. Was he Fordin condemned to bear the heavens upon his shoulders and tied to the same fate as Atlis.

[Atlis: from greek mythology, it is said that once Atlas led a rebellion against Zeus and was then given the punishment to bear the weight of heavens]

This world seemed to be new, since the atmosphere here was completely different and the gravity seemed to be twice as much compared to his previous world, it was as though comparing Pluto to Jupiter.

'Its a miracle, truly a miracle' cried the doctor in shock with his mouth wide open.

'He's alive, b..but how can this be possible?' inquired the nurse in astonishment.

But Adam quickly became lachrymose, as he rushed towards his new born grandson who was declared dead not long ago.

Right now even the word 'jubilant' was not enough to describe his sea deep happiness. Without knowing, a gentle and warm smile appeared on his face as he grabbed his grandson son into his arms.

Ignoring the bilious smell and the slippery feeling on his grandson's body, he hugged him tightly, close to his Herculean chest. It was so tight that for an instant he thought he would die, not that he had any objections with that.

Adams hubristic eyes finally met with his very own cerulean eyes. They stared at each other for a while, finally Adam broke the silence and demanded in a heavy yet clear tone 'why doesn't he cry?'.

'Why indeed?' this was what the doctors wanted to say but what came out of their wheedling mouth was 'due to our inadequate knowledge, we are unable to identify the cause, please forgive these inexperienced fools'

The air around this small hut suddenly grew heavy and suffocating. Meanwhile Fordin was still wrapped in his endless thoughts and sufferings like a gift box tightly tied in ribbons.

But his eyes quickly became luminous once he saw a man in white robe in front of the hut.  On his white long hat, which looked like a satirical imitation of a wizard's hat, there was the insignia of Holy church.

“The darker the night, the brighter the stars,

The deeper the grief, the closer is God!”

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky'

His eyes blazed with impotent rage as he saw that man walking past the hut. If one looked closely he would find out that currently this kid was crying, only his tears were crimson red perfectly camouflaged in his blood soaked body.

'These execrable  people, I will exterminate them all' at this moment Fordin failed to notice a very important thing. The body he was in had much more blood lust which was incomparable to what he had before.

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At this moment dark mark appeared on Fordin's little chest, it was visible for only an instance before it disappeared once again in thin air. A straight line along with some random curves, it was parody of what Fordin had before in his previous life, i.e the curse mark.

That noxious cursed mark followed him here, to his new life. It seems that the curse became too strong after Fordin messed with it as a result it fused with his soul.

But right now strangely the curse was not producing a heavy or crushing effect on Fordin but it was amplifying his dark desires of endless slaughter and plunder.

“It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage...”

― Robert Frost

At this moment a killing intent began to form in the room. Being an expert how could Adam not have detected it, with a sharp turn his daunting eyes quickly located the source that dared to display murdering aura near him.

But when he found out, his eyes couldn't help but widen in surprise like two tennis balls. The intent to kill was really faint and the doctors never discovered it but to this man, Adam, he had killed countless people and could discover even the faintest of this aura.

Before when he stared into this boy's eyes, they were not lively like normal kids but his eyes were as though fish without water, endless sufferings were reflected in them. But how can a new born suffer? So he termed it as his wild imagination but now this forced him to take a deeper profound look.

This time when he fixed his eyes on him and inspected him. Now this boy's eyes were like raging tempest, fully determined to tear everything to shreds, how can a new born have these pair of eyes?

In his bottomless cerulean eyes there was a suburban storm raging around. The thunder screamed across his eyes; it slapped the clouds into a heated turmoil that exiled the crimson tears.

This time, Adam clearly saw those bloody tears as he gawked at him in surprise.

For today, he already had enough. First his son died a violent death and his Daughter in law received life threatening injuries and died in hard labor then his grandson was announced dead but somehow miraculously revived. But what exactly was going on with him?

He didn't know, neither did he wish to know. He was the only thing left for him, a single ray of light in the world full of darkness, so even if his grandson was the infamous demon lord of seven hells that would destroy the world upon reaching maturity, he would still shower him with mad love.

After a long time, finally Fordin's mind began to clear slowly. He was trying to reorganize his thoughts, looking back carefully at the situation on hand, he at last admitted that he had been re-born with a bitter smile clearly plastered on his tiny face.