When the universe was created, everything was in tranquil harmony. There was no war, no corruption, and no evil. But as time passed, the inevitable disorder of the universe began to rise... People became sinister, twisted by their own desires.
The scene opens in the palace. The palace was engulfed in fire.The fire crackled and roared, licking the walls with fury.The acrid stench of burning wood and flesh filled the air, making it hard to breathe. A boy who is just five years old terrified his eyes wide with fear, lips trembling, ran through the hallway. His footsteps pounded against the marble floor, echoing through the burning halls.The walls were ablaze with flames. He reaches a room, and the door to the room is open.
"Dad! Mom!"
The boy shouted in a desperate voice his face contorted in panic, tears already forming in his eyes. His voice echoed, barely audible over the roar of collapsing beams. He saw inside the room that his father had been stabbed in all of his vital points, lying on the ground, and a man was standing next to him, holding a sword in his hand. The sword was blood-soaked, still dripping from the man's hand. The metallic scent of fresh blood mixed with the suffocating smoke made the boy gag.
Drip... drip... drip
The blood hit the stone floor like a cruel metronome. The boy ran toward his father. The boy's heart was shattered as he hugged his father, his face twisted in agony, sobs wracking his small frame. The father, who was about to die, said something in his ear.
The scene shifts to the Child God's orphanage, where a woman reluctantly registering her ten year old son and four year old daughter.
"Ma'am, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, I do. I know the consequences."
Woman's voice was resolute.
Papers rustled gently as she signed the form. The room smelled faintly of old wood and disinfectant sterile, uncaring. After the registration, she gave them a tearful embrace her face streaked with sorrow, eyes glistening with emotion for the last time. A soft sob escaped her lips as she hugged them tightly. She looks at her son and says something in his ear.
The scene shifts to the meeting room. The people were observing a well protected area where different military units. They were guarding an imposing, colossal cube. The atmosphere in the room was grave, with many stern faces, some grim, others etched with concern. The room hummed with the low buzz of machinery and the occasional shifting of armored boots. The air carried a faint metallic tang, mixed with oil and the stale scent of recycled air.
"Is he really the strongest criminal? The one so dangerous all the organizations had to form an alliance to stop him?"
A person asked with curiosity.
"Yes, he is. We were only able to seal him."
All the people shouted. Murmurs broke out across the room, voices rising in tension.
One person among them said,
"When he was just five years old."
Everyone stared at him, stunned, their eyes wide in disbelief, mouths slightly agape, as he said. A heavy silence fell over the room, thick enough to feel.His eyes cast downward, jaw tight, voice low and remorseful.
"I should have killed him with his father."