Within a city of demons, Weak is a man that chooses power, Strong is a man that chooses wisdom, and Evil is the man that has chosen Control. 

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In this universe that we live in, we portray ourselves as a common piece that walks in a straight interspacial line that doesn't even exist. Are our views of this world just a piece of our mind? Or much more of the picture? Rather the idea or the understanding between the crevices of this whole foriegn universe are only explained if we look into the cells of creation. 

However, even knowing what we are most likely wouldn't change a thing, and there was no one who knew this better then the boy known in this particular story as Crow. 

I will say that this boy holds a specific past, that defines the present, and could hold a strong, and clear meaning to the word, Insane. Yet the words of this world doesn't abide to the laws of reality in the terms of mental constitution created for the people of this specific universe. 

Neocrelus, without a doubt the most darkest and cruelest city of this world, yet its not the city that is bad, its the people that live in it. 

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In the early stages of Crow's life, he was without a doubt a very intellectual boy. However odd it may be, he was still only just 7 years of age at the time, and with that touch of comprehensive ability, it was almost abnormal for his classmates to hear of his unchanging grades. Although being a very smart child, he was bored of his life, all he ever felt like doing was watching clouds, and not doing a single thing. 

Isn't there a damn thing to do? 

He thought to himself, time flew by the days of where he hadn't done much, and it was only "killing" him slowly, as he would say. 

To him, these painfully slow days and boring afternoons would only keep him bored. However, in that head of his, he was actually thinking of a memory he held onto most. The death of his mother, Mariel. 

A medallion, bearing a blade inside a Horned Dragon, it was his most precious possesion. Since it was something his mother had left him, he had nothing except that to remember her by, because her death was his birth. 

And as greatful as he was, he had nothing to look forward to, because whenever he did, something was always at play. 

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However we know how or what crow has come by, he unknowingly awaits his execution, but rare the occasion in where his father had dissapeared.

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In the beginning of the 5 days before his exectution, Crow lived his little life with much of a quite feeling. He never did like popularity, and he never really cared for the attention that many would want. 

He held his medallion close to himself, everywhere he went, it was a necesity to himself, to the way he thought. 

On this day however, a normal morning, and everything had gone well for Crow as he attended his school. What really bothered him was that someone had been following him, And out of all the people, the most silent one was he. 

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In class, walking in the hallways, and everywhere he had gone, he felt he had eyes on him. He could feel the piercing glares on his back as he walked and moved, or even as he sat. 

It was constantly bothering him as his day went by. 

When the bell had rung and school had ended, he quickly grabbed his belongings and moved towards home. 

Just bearing being watched held him on edge, and knowing someone was watching him, even more so, disreguarding that fact, he was only a kid, but he knew very well the many consequences and learned of the many times kids or people had been either kidnapped or killed through reading and watching the news. 

Even through this incredible system that they lived in at the time, there was always someone who was able to pass through the security that most people couldn't get through.

As Crow had finally arrived through the constant running, the door to his house however, had been left opened, Leaving Crow wide-eyed and slightly pale. Weary he was as he took each step slower then the next, towards his front door. 

Who would have gone in? Why would anyone go in this particular home? These were questions that riddled his mind. And out of all the people, why himself? he pondered at the thought.

He couldn't find any explanation to this eventful moment, reasons that he made in his mind would be thrown off by the answers he provided himself. He knew very well that his father had nothing to do with this world, or maybe he would have? But who? If that was true, he would have known in the understanding of his work and job that he learned of so quickly, how could this happen?

And such was his thoughts riddled with questions only an analyst would make. 

The house though was left untouched, but the only thing that left him pale was the knowledge that someone had been inside, although he wondered who.

Still feeling insecure, Crow took a look inside, and walked in alerted. 

He was unknowingly shaking as he had alowly scanned everything in the house from his room to the living room. He felt the place was colder than usual, and he could hear his very own breath by the painstalkingly silent home. 

Somehow, everything was in place, it was either some sort of unknown problem, or that the person who had been there knew why he had been there. 

Yet upon noticing that every room had been checked, just what would he have, that others would want? 

While he walked and took a long look at everything in the case that something was moved, he was beginning to notice something, he did in fact not only hear his own breath but someone elses. However, due to the way it sounded, it was not like that person was hiding rather, the breathing was quite hasty. 

The sound had come from the room his father had forbidden him to go into, it was his father's study, a room filled with books and other unimportant things.

At a point of hesitation, he had already begun to think of n excuse, but would he really break on of his fathers great rules, he knew very well what his father would do if he did so.

Yet, he felt the need to push open that door greatly, it was the feeling of an increadible Unknown impulse

The door to his father's study was the furthest in the main hallway, which was where he could hear the sound of breathing starting to go slower and slower as seconds passed, however, it felt odd to him.

He walked towards the door, step, by step, by step, and the closer he got, the closer he was to the sound of slow breathing.

In the moment of eve, he had slowly opened the door, making the door slightly creak. 

He saw only the leg of a girl, yet as the light grew more stronger the more he opened the door, He was in full view of the girl. 

Although he saw her, his expression grew paler beyond comparisson due to the undelightful sight in front of him. 

To Crow, it had seemed like the world had shifted into place, in a way he couldn't understand, however he knew the next thing to happen, was by fate. 

"I-its.....You"

His eyes tearinng up by the sudden sight before him, it had all connected in his mind, that the girl that was dying before him, was someone he knew very well. 

The small beaten and frail girl at deaths door gave him an odd glance as the boy had fallen to his knees, for she didn't recognize him, yet she felt familiar aura.

Yet the next moment, bursting through the door, the authorities had quickly surrounded the wimpering Crow. 

How so sudden a mortal had given into the emotion that complete understanding had been passed down into his mind. Yet so interesting indeed. 

 This is the moment everything would change for Crow, or should I say Conner.