In a room with almost transparent glass walls and all that, with purple columns made of an unknown, transparent material that supported the nothingness and with a view to the void of space-time (?), we were sitting on some sofas that I brought. There were three of us.
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"H-hey, what are we supposed to do now?" said a young man of 18 with spiky hair, whose color was divided in three: black, white, and brown. He was wearing a long-sleeved red T-shirt and jeans, for some reason. His guitar was lying on the floor next to his couch, as if it was worthless. "Hey, listen to me... and don't describe me like that; besides, I do care about my guitar!"
"Well, I’ll tell you guys a story," I said.
"Hey!"
"Really? Yes, please!" said a little girl who was 6 years old. Her hair was white, but she had a blonde stripe down the middle. She was dressed in strange clothes. "Strange? *sobs*"
"Sorry, sorry," I said.
"You're very mean, uncle [redacted]," said the girl. "Huh? W-why couldn't I say your name?"
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"No reason."
"Okay..." replied the girl.
"Hey, hey, and what story are you going to tell us? Pff... Not that I'm interested, but... you know I'm not a kid, right?" said the guy.
"Don't you want to know things about the others [Redacted]?" I said, after approaching him and whispering that.
"I'm all ears, but... What's this [Redacted] thing?" he said.
"Okay, okay, I'm gonna start now." I ignored him.
"Really, uncle? Yeah! I want to hear about the Heroes too!" the girl said to me. Geez, I didn't censor that. The spiky-haired young man was looking like, "Censorship, really?"
"Well, then let's get started with this story," I said. "Although..."
"?" Eliah.
"Yes?" said the girl, whose name I don't remember.
"H-how? B-but... My name is [redacted]... You won't let me say my name either? You're really mean!"
"It's just that... It's not time yet," I said.
"...You said my name, but not hers, and you don't say why, and you make her cry, you're unbelievable," Eliah said to me, as an insult.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... But it's necessary, you know?" and I tried to make a convincing excuse... At least for the girl.
"I-I see," said the girl, sobbing.
"Well... I apologize in advance for not being a good storyteller, since I don't know how to describe expressions..." I said.
"...But you could show pictures of the scenes with your powers, couldn't you?" Eliah said to me.
"Yes, uncle," said the girl.
"Of course I can, but I'll just do that sometimes, okay?" I replied.
"Ok..." Eliah.
"Yay!" the girl, excited.
"Well, let's get started."
And I told them the story, the story of a boy who, ignorant of his future, suddenly got involved in a war between God and the demons.
This is the story of Mathias Donovan.