1 Prologue

In this world, there are those that are seen, and those that go unseen. Those that walk in the light, exposed to the world around them, and those who hide, lurking in the shadows, seemingly made of the darkness itself. One of them is the Shadowbloods, the untameable, the unseen, and some, the undying. They hide in every corner, ready to carry out, at a moments notice, their holy duty. From time immemorial to now, they have always existed, and forever will they continue to exist. This is the story of one particular Shadowblood, hailed as the most powerful of them all. The King, no, the one who will be more than just a King. This is my story.

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"Noooo! Don't leave m-"

"Pleas-"

"You said you would stay with m-- You promised! You said we would be together forev-"

I could hear broken sobs wailing in my ears. My vision, blurry and red, could barely make out a teary face, a beautiful face, one that not even angels could rival. I could see her pain, but I could also feel my own. The excruciating pain coming from my stomach. ARHHGGHHHH. It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts!

"Please! Stay with me! Don't leave me here. Don't leave me in this cold world alone. Please!"

The anguished yet still beautiful l voice was only barely audible now. How I wanted to stretch my hands out, and to cradle her, to hold her, to tell her it'll be alright, that I'll be there with her. How I wish I could tell that, to comfort her, to hold her in my arms. To bring her lips to mine, and give her a passionate kiss to make everything else disappear. But my hands. My stupid, dumb hands. Not just my hands. My body, my mouth, my legs. All useless. All of them. Useless. Oh why does it have to end this way. Why must this be how I go? There's so much I still wanted to do, so much to try. Why why why why why why why why why why why why why.

The sobs slowly fade away. The cries disappear. I feel the pain, slowly fading, along with my consciousness, along with everything. Deep down, I sigh to myself one final time. So this is how it ends. God really does envy the talented. Why is it I only have such limited time on Earth? I'm still a virgin for god's sake. Slowly, slowly, I breathed my last.

On that fateful day, the winds howled, the seas cried, the world itself, mourned.

For on that fateful day, the King, the talent never before seen, had died.

And on that day, a thousand years ago, my story ends.

And on this day, my story starts again.