The Jester: The one who laughed at the Unfairness of The World.

'Look here my dear, a flower that only grows out of hate. It is known as a BLACK DAHLIA.' spoke that old verse woman to a skinny little boy.

In an entourage of energetic sounds and colours; a modern Japan. A mother and her child, completely unused to the reality of the new world wandering around.

'I do not understand why humanity has chosen this pathway. Their own fears are consuming and eating them from within. They created monsters they cannot deal with.' added the child, pale as the sky and with a bored eyes.

Freezing cold, the child shivered in his furred jacket. Exhaling a colth breath, the boy was admiring of his mother who did not feel qny difference.

'You may be right, Maori. But thanks to that cursed feeling, we Humans stand at the pinnacle of what we'll ever be. Accept it, Maori. Soon, you will realize that to live the way you want, there will be no other choice but to live the Cursed Way. It is an undubitable path in Humanity's paved wal--'

**Ka-Chak**

The boy could not speak. His breathing stopped. He was scared. He did not know what he was supposed to do. And no could help him. The pillar of his life just lost her life and that was all there was to it.

Tears flowed, blood splatted. The eyes of the world wavered. It was surreal. What the boy was looking at was a ‹slice› that cut Shibuya district in two. The same slice that took the lives of his mother.

At that moment, the boy realized that it was late. The moon had already awakened. The corpse of his mother was still lying there, alongside other corpses. It was their fate, thought the boy. They died an honorable death.

'It hurts though'

They did not suffer. They did not scream. They did not regret. They did not realize what had happened to them.

It was a simple and carefree death.

'It hurts a lot.'

The Black Dahlia looking at him. He glanced back.. He knew that this flower was special. As he grabbed it, he let out a desperate little laugh as he wished for the worse outcome possible.

The words he spoke of earlier amounted to nothing as the choices he made was the same kind he refuted to accept. Hatred brought him up to this point.

When delivered to ourself, the boy realised that Humanity would always make the bad decision.

'How ironic. It hurts and yet, I was pointing it.'

Him, who could see the disgusting faces of the Curses. The same curses he accepted to see from the moment he could think.

Somehow, now it became impossible to accept the sight of them. His lifeless corpse of a mother laying in his hands, the mind defeated, the soul crushed, the heart hopeless.

'Curses, huh.'

Anger, the sky turned grey. In a darth night controlled by greed and murder, a boy was mourning the death of a precious relation. A howl at the hopelessness of the situation. As royals would bark at the unfairness of this insane situation.

The Jester made his appearance to spread word.

'Tell me Child, what is that wish you are keeping in so deep inside of you that it is hurting you?' Asked the Jester, dressed like a clown ready to make kids laugh.

Thinking mad, the boy mistook his sight for an hallucination but soon came to realize that the Jester was not a play of his mind.

The Jester was a real entity.

'You see I come and I go, to prove you right that I am not an idea of the petty but a mastermind of the dead.' Replied the Jester playful with his words and to the boy.

To which the boy sniggered.

'A foul that is positive in the way of thinking. And here I am lamenting and despairing on the fate of mine.. Mother would be ashamed of the education she gave me.... I think I understand what she meant by the Cursed Way. It is NOT the way to accomplish my goal. I shall destroy this Cursed World and build my OWN. A Peaceful World.'

Holding out a handshake to make thy wish come true.

The Jester asked for the last time.

'Unlock your power; It is ONLY thy that can do IT. I hope you will come to regret such choice. Are you?' Added the Jester getting excited of the unfold story.

'Though I'm unable to wield any Cursed Feeling in my body and my heart. I am NOW the Strongest.'

The Jester looking at the boy was speechless.

'Human was really weird' Thought He.