Prologue

I could never find the strength to stand up.

While my broken limbs were begging for respite, my suffocated lungs cried for help.

*Heavy breathing noises*

(Save me!) is what conquered the fog of my thoughts.

I glanced at my environment. I saw scattered human parts and a red jam curtain.

A strange fallen angel's sculpture conquered my observation, I saw it shedding ichor, her agonized look brought shivers through my nerves. I had a deja vu feeling, that tragic view was no odd to me.

Although the image was misty because of my fully blood covered eyes, only my nose was in its perfect state.

This strong smell is no odd to me. It brought back my moments of agony and tragedy, the memories of despair and misfortune, helped me recall how neurotic my life is.

I was worried as I had someone in mind.

(Come on! Just this one.)

My body was indifferent and never listened to my call.

(Please. I beg you, stand up! The person needs our help.)

My muscles reprieved me at last. My heart bestowed upon me courage that pushed my body to obey my command.

Before I can crawl, I heard clamors from outside.

I had to retaliate against the reinforcements, so I looked for a sword rushingly.

I knew it was pointless as the flames had swallowed up everything and all that remained were ashes but still, I couldn't lose hope, not today. That person needs my help. I need to find him.

This situation is weird. How am I not trembling in fear as I usually do? Is this what we call maturing. Yes, it is. To become mature means to have a reason for living, to have someone dear to protect. My someone needs saving right now.

It seems the gods are on my side today.

Luckily, with their benediction, I found a dark longsword. It was glowing bizarrely.

A deep voice called me to pick the sword up but, I hesitated. I had a strange feeling that it wasn't just an ordinary sword.

"You want the power to save the people you care about."

Yes. I crave power. I mean, who doesn't.

The voice added:

"You don't want to repeat the same mistakes."

I remembered my errors. The people I lost just because I was pathetic and helpless.

"With great power comes great sacrifice as sacrifice entails giving up what is closest to your heart. Are you ready to bear that burden?"

My answer was obvious. A big yes! I always knew I was unique to the gods somehow. Is this my chance to become a hero?

Suddenly the sword charged at me and pierced through my head.

I could see its edge on my forehead, only there wasn't any blood.

Then without notice, it disappeared.

I felt my head spinning, all my veins were gleaming, and I was at the edge of exploding.

Am I dying?

I heard the voice laughing at me:

" You will have the chance to save your dearest friends only tears of darkness will rip your heart apart from humanity, then you shall be one with the true God and serve his divine cause! "

The voice multiplied into voices:

" We are Chosen by God,

the World is our living hope,

our timeless foundation.

Let our scars tell the story of our salvation.

By God's grace,

we light the way whenever the darkness descends.

God is the teacher,

we are the students wishing to ascend.

So though this world is shivery,

our faith shall not be frozen.

We aren't just called,

we want to be Chosen. "

Suddenly I had the sensation of rising above the place.

However, my body remained on the floor.

I guess this is it.

I will ascend and become an angel.

~End of prologue.