Kieran Asher was born on January 31, 2039.

Ironically, the day the mafia was born. It was never a coincidence.

Blood ties seemed more on the fantasy side in their time of age. Though with a phoenix as the symbol of your mafia, it didn't really matter.

His parents didn't live very long after his birth.

Truthfully, Kieran didn't care.

His uncle picked him a few days after that.

Bond, his uncle, always told Kieran to call him.

Kieran always found it weird; his uncle having the title of the most famous spy. He was the boss of the greatest mafia the world has ever know, yet he own such a decent, righteous name.

Funny, his own name was Kieran, meaning 'dark prince'.

'Dark prince' to pain and death and all the things in between.

The ashes will suffocate you, the fire will burn you, and there is no way you will live because there is no phoenix to save you at all.

The phoenix will not save you because it was the one who left you to BURN.

They locked him away, they hurt him, some tried to kill him.

He escaped, he endured it, he continued to live.

He went through it all, and then he didn't.

Kieran broke, he ran away. There is only so much he could take.

The thing is, there is nowhere to run when everyone just doesn't care.

They all look at him the same, men and women, adults and children, with the same, dead eyes the rest of the world has.

That was when Kieran has loss all hope in humanity.

Those humans all left him to die, abandoned him and didn't care about the kid that went through everything.

It was fine, it was fine, it was fine.

Everything was absolutely fine.

He wanted them all to die.

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They didn't even give him a second glance.

Still, there was no chance he could stop running. Else the mafia was going to kill him.

There was nothing much he could do at the age of 6, so he got caught anyway.

Honestly, the wasn't much he could do now.

Kieran was smarter than before of course, he knew that running away wouldn't do him any good.

He just had to endure it, and he might as well antagonize a few of the mafia members while he did it.

There are perks to becoming a vigilant after all.

He originally didn't want the mafia to find out his identity as Karma, but what could he do? The mafia had its eyes everywhere, they were going to find out sooner than later.

Kieran might as well embrace it, shouldn't he?

The teen told the whole mafia, it wasn't even that hard. He was literal 'dark prince' of the whole place, every looked at him anyway.

He can act cocky, dumb to a whole world that didn't know who he truly was.

It's always the same in the end anyways.

The same pain, the same looks.

Always Kieran, the successor to the world's darkest shadow.

Always Karma.

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Back when he was five, Kieran met a man.

He had blond hair and emerald eyes, and he was barely pass the age of 18.

It was hilarious actually, the man barely spared him a look. Kieran still somehow thought he was more interesting than anyone else around.

He latched on.

Literally.

The man was walking away, and Kieran ran after him. The five year old had hugged the man by the legs and clung on.

He had given Kieran a surprised look, but then his gaze softened anyway.

Was it depressing to say it was one of the only comforting looks anyone has ever given him?

There's was not much comfort in this world. Not much love.

If there was love at all.

The man ruffled Kieran's hair, and the child had giggled.

It was the greatest thing that ever happened in Kieran's fourteen years of life.

Then the mafia came, as the always did.

The mafia always came, like a shadow would always follow you.

One could say the mafia was Kieran's shadow.

The man had ran away of course, but he gave the boy one more pat in the head before he went.

It was nice.

Kieran had went back to the mafia, gotten his punishment for doing such a stupid thing.

He didn't regret it though, not for a single second.

The only thing he regretted was not asking for the man's name. His five year old memory could only remember so much.

He tried to look for the man. There were a surprising amount of people who had green eyes and blond hair in the world. He didn't even know what attracted him to that man years ago.

He would hate his life, he despises the world and all those people who abandoned him.

All those people who left him to burn.

The only thing he will ever love will be the emerald green eyes.

The rise of Karma didn't start when he was thirteen, it started when he was five.

It started when Kieran Asher first looked into someone's eyes and found any love at all.