Prologue [Must Read]

"You only know half the truth, Zephyr... You haven't seen what I've seen," the man dressed in white robes grunted in pain, his eyes were covered in the white ribbon of the same material as his robes.

"On the positive note, at least I know half," Zephyr retorted in a calm composed voice, as he circled the white-robed man with his glowing red sword, tattering the ground.

"No... you don't understand—"

"Oh, I do understand. It's alright; you ruled this place for quite a long time... too long for a nobody like you. That's pretty impressive," Zephyr nodded, smirking down at the man, his jeweled black cape fluttering in the wind.

"I'm not a nobody...I'm--" the man coughed.

The whooshing noise of the hell wind from afar caught their attention, signaling the shift in ruling in this vast kingdom caught between heaven and hell.

"Hear that?" Zephyr exclaimed. "The purgatory needs some cleaning."

The man shook his head. "It's not about you versus me, it's about the man who cursed us. You're Cursed Zephyr."

Zephyr wasn't listening, "True that, I was a curse to the world I was born in."

His eyes were fixated on the man. He swung his sword, and a blinding light emerged from it. "This is your end, Light. Rest well in peace."

Light rolled over, missing the hit. He used all of his mana to cast a spell.

A spell that would aid him in doing what he believed.

"To wake and to think, I call upon you to call upon myself," he muttered as he held both of his palms on his chest.

Before Zephyr could land another blow, he was pushed back, witnessing a massive explosion in front of him.

'Did he just kill himself?' he wondered.

A small circular metal object rolled toward him and landed beside his feet.

"What a pity. Is this what you have to become now?"

He threw it into the abyss, not knowing that this was exactly what Light wanted him to do.