Chapter 0 [ Prolog ]

* 13 years ago*

Gods (angels), Lords (demons). What's the difference?

Both of them take pleasure in watching beings lower than themselves suffer.

Jea grit his teeth as he stood in front of the ruler of life and death.

<Why don't you pray to your God, or perhaps you have a Lord?>

The reaper spoke his brooding voice, seeming to make the very universe shake.

"God? Lord? There's no such thing as Gods and Lords."

Jea's words were filled with disgust as though merely thinking about Gods and Lords was revolting.

The reaper's form changed, the cloak he once wore turning into feathers that fluttered in the air as he approached Jea.

< I'll grant you three wishes. Anything you desire will come true in an instant. All you have to do is give me the word. >

"Cut the sh*t. Nothing in life comes for free."

The reaper's calm demeanor faltered for a second, appalled at the mortal's insolence.

< I believe you're already aware of how pacts work. >

They stared at each other for a minute. Only quiet breathing could be heard in the empty palace.

"I want ■■"

The reaper's eyes shook the moment the Mortal's words met his ears.

The reaper held the mortal by his neck before speaking again.

< Beg for forgiveness. >

"kuh, screw, ah.. you."

The reaper's eyes filled with rage as he tightened his grip.

< Apologize. >

"F, Fuck- you."

***

Ever since that day, the place had been sullen.

No one knows what happened to Jea.

Well, no one wanted to accept what had happened to Jea.

A foreign emptiness filled the lives of several of the gods and lords.

countless Lords and Gods searched for him, each time coming out unsuccessful.

Until the goddess of night stumbled over an all too familiar person while wandering the streets of earth.

A person that resembled Jea.

Gossip spread quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Coutless gods and lords flocked to see if it was true.

The emptiness was once again filled. Yet... something seemed to be missing.

Something that had been long forgotten by everyone.

The ■■.