In an ashen village, still burning down from the arrows of fire, the scattered bloodied bodies plagued the place. It was easy enough to guess what happened here.

Another poor village raided, a common occurrence because the nobles doesn't care.

A boy with black hair shed tears as he clutches his mother's bodiless head.

The man with steel armor looked down at the unstable kid going through different emotions after another.

"This happened because you were weak." He said out loud, reminding himself that he was weak to save his village. What was he, an aspiring "knight" good for? When he couldn't even die trying to save his hometown.

He was just a while ago, sucking up those fat nobles, and arriving only when the bandits was packing to leave.

What kind of knight was this? He thought.

All of everything he has here are now gone, turned into corpses and ashes. His face rough as he looked at the skies, "This goddamn world!" He screamed out his lungs, his steeled heart collapsing into pieces as the cries of the grieving kid entered his ears. "Why god!? Just why!? Answer me... god just why?" Cracked voice, and body collapsed, he looked down at the dirt with a broken face with his hands to the sword, supporting him.

Death pulling him closer, as he slowly succumbed to his wounds.

His body stood still, beautiful silver hair swaying to the wind, and beautiful lifeless eyes shedding a single tear.

As the boy looked up, he once again given another to grieve. "...Brother Cain? No... no... no... don't leave me please... please... please... please... please..."

The still body fell to its side.

Now eyes reflected the dark skies, tears forming up and falling, an opened mouth now screaming, screaming for something to happen, a miracle to happen, a hero to save him, his mother, brother, and his home, please someone...

But no one heard him.

Only the scream of another survivor was heard.

As the boy spiraled to his unstable emotions, something inside of him shattered, like a cocooned bug, something awakened as his trauma soar through the skies.

His right hand transforming, rotting and turning to demonic, an oval circle forming up in his palm, nails turning black and growing longer, serrated teeth growing at the edges of the oval circle. Eyes forming up on the rotten flesh and opening.

The pain sky rocketed as he clutched his hand. It went and on, until the transformation stopped at his elbows.

The boy collapsed in exhaustion.

The mouth on his palm opened up, as a black serpentine tongue moved its way to the bodiless head of his mother, bringing it up to the palm, it begun devouring it. The serrated teeth broke flesh and bones, the hand moving on is own, grabbing the fallen remains, as it devoured everything.

It was still not satisfied.

To the knight's head, it wrapped its tongue around the neck, as it glowed brightly, it decapitated the head easily.

Repeating the action again.

It left no scraps behind.

It closed the eyes as it rested after eating.

The cold wind hits the boy laying near to the headless knight and the puddle of blood where once the mother head lay.

The once black hair slowly turned to a beautiful, silverly white, his black pupils turning to red, and his fair skin going paler.

His masculinity was changed as it turned feminine, his facial features appearing to look like his mother, and the knight, Cain.

In his slumber, he has a dream, no, it was someone's memories.