Age of Chaos: Tale of Blood

Chapter 1: Prologue

Author: Dark_Crown98

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It was a bright day, Sun was out in the open blue sky. It was a normal day, office workers working in their office. Students studying in school. Drivers driving cars, waiters serving the customers.

But today, a special occasion was running in a certain place of the World.

Day 12 after the death row of the world's most ruthless serial killer aka Code 3.

Today, In the Death Chamber. There were many officials presented in the chamber.

Chamber was dark, quiet and cold inside the chamber. Ten people taking their seats in the highest position.

A man was soon brought inside the Chamber. He was handcuffed, face covered in rag. He wore a black and white striped criminal uniform.

"Criminal Code 3. For the crime of killing nine hundred and fifty six innocent lives and blowing more then one million lives in the terrorists attack. You are also charged for drug dealings and terrorism. You have been sentenced to death." An old-aged man announced. He scornfully looked toward Code 3, standing on a podium. He was wearing a black tux.

"Your capital punishment will be to shot to death. I repeat, you will be shot to death." The old man once again repeated. He was dissatisfied with the punishment, but he couldn't do anything.

When, an army officer marched forward saluting.

"Lieutenant Davro. Ready your weapon." A lady in early 40's said. She was elegantly seated in a throne, that was the highest position in the Chamber.

Kichik!

Lieutenant Davro immediately readied his rifle. He aimed toward Code 3. The whole officials gave a smirk.

"Code 3. Since, this is your last day. Do you have anything to say? You are allowed to speak." The lady asked, she looked toward Code 3. When another army officer marched forward. He removed the rag from Code 3 face, removing the cloth in his mouth.

Soon, Revealing a monstrous face. He had a chiseled jawline. His face white, he had many scars on his face. He has a huge X cut in his left cheeks, many cut marks in his right cheeks. His nose was disfigured, his one eye blinded. He had messy black hair. His face was covered in dry blood.

"Som… Something to say?, Kukuku. Are you serious? My dear, Queen Frosta? I can't believe it. I could one day have a chance to speak for myself?" Code 3 laughed, his black emotionless eye staring the Queen.

"Shut up, Code 3. You don't have the right to call me dear, anymore! Speak if you have anything to say! Otherwise just die." Queen Frosta said, her emerald eye showing a haunt of fear. Her body shivered hearing Code 3 calling her dear. She calmed herself, glancing toward her blonde hair. She was a pretty woman with a huge bust.

"You are cold, my dear." Code 3 said, when a man one position below Queen Frosta spoke.

"You damn lowly peasant! How dare you call my wife, The Queen of our country dear! You dare spout that again—"

"Robet! Did I say you could speak?" When Queen Frosta coldly interrupted. She glared toward Robert, her husband. Who was a handsome middle-aged man, with long golden hair, fair skin and warrior build. He was wearing an Imperial uniform, the same as Queen Frosta.

"But—"

"No buts! Know your worth, Robet." Queen Frosta said. While, the officials that were in the Chamber were in confusion.

"What? Why is Her Majesty, Queen Frosta supporting that mud."

"Heh, I guess the rumours were true."

"What rumours?"

"There were rumours. Queen Frosta, when she was still a princess, she fell in love with a man. And he surprisingly was Code 3. But later, it was just a play. Code 3 used Queen Frosta feeling to get near her family, killing them all. He left the lonely princess." A man said. He was a bulky middle 40 beardy man.

"Ahh~ My dear, How can you say such a thing to your husband?" Code 3 said, chuckling. Queen Frosta had enough.

"Karsa— Code 3! If you have nothing to say. Then eat a bullet and be quiet!" Queen Frosta said. The Lieutenant ready to press his trigger.

"Okay Okay. No need to be so violent, my dear. I just want to ask everyone one thing." Code 3 said, gaining everyones scornfilled gaze. He gave a slight smile.

"Is it wrong to be born? Is it wrong to be the son of a serial killer? Is it wrong to desire a warm embrace?" Code 3 said, lowering his head. His hair covered his eyes, that was suddenly blood red with anger.

"Hah? You lowly mut. You are nothing but a spawn of a Serial Killer. No wonder you also turned into a killer."

"Desite warm embrace? You are nothing but a heartless killer. You could even kill the one who could give you a embrace. You don't deserve such a thing." Many officials spouted nonsense. When, Queen Frosta clenched her soft fist.

"Silence! Who allowed you to raise your voice in my presence." Queen Frosta said, silencing everyone. Robet gritted his teeth, glaring toward Code 3.

"If that is all you have to say?" She asked. She was hoping he could say something to her. She was hoping, atleast he will say he loved her. She hoped..

"That is all I have to say, Queen Frosta. This is a farewell for us. We two are like Sun and Moon. We illuminate the World together, but we will never be together because you rise in the day and I rise in the night. We two are never meant to get together." Code 3 said. When, Queen Frosta just gave the signal.

Bang!

The bullet pierced through Code 3 head. This body falling to the ground, his head spilled hot blood.

"H.. he is finally dead?"

"Haha! Finally, I can live in peace." Many officials cheered on, looking at the cold lonely body of Code 3. Queen Frosta's cold eyes turning soft. She immediately stood up on her throne, walking away.

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[Code 3 POV]

Bang!

The rifle aimed at me, finally fired. The hot bullet pierced through my skull. Immediately blacking me out.

'Cold. Is this what people call death? This isn't much.' I wondered.

Since my childhood. I was never treated well.

When I was 1 year old. My father was arrested, later after the investigation. It was revealed he was the legendary serial killer, Code 2. He was a notorious killer, who was wanted by twenty-nine counties.

After revealing all his information. It was revealed that I was his child in public and my mother was his wife.

After that, our hell started. My mother and a one year old me, were boycotted by society.

When, now and then. Many people came outside our house. They threw stones and rocks in our house. They cursed us for being the relatives of a Serial Killer.

They come time breakers inside our house, smashing our stuff. They could best my mother for being the wife of a Serial Killer.

And, the limit crossed when. They set our house on fire.

Getting enough of the torments. My mother, who was nothing but an innocent lady. That didn't knew anything about her husband's work. Finally took her own life.

Though, she did send me to an orphanage first. But, because of our photo being shown in the newspaper. Orphanage knew I was the spawn of a Killer.

So, at first they rejected me. But a warm hearted Nun still took me inside the Orphanage.

I made some friends of my age inside the Orphanage. We played together and ate together. But as time passed, we growed together. They got big enough to know what my father was and what he did.

Causing many to boycott me. Only that one Nun didn't leave me. But during my eleventh birthday. The Nun suddenly went missing, while I was upset.

"She promised she could be with me during my birthday." The eleven year old me said. I cried, I wailed, I felt cold, I was lonely. I knew my father was a killer. But what does that have to do with me?

I didn't decide to be born from him..

Then, why was everyone treating me like this?

While, do all get a warm quilt, love and caring. When I only get a rag to cover me, one time food a day?

The eleven year old me didn't know anything. He desired love, he desired a warm quilt in the cold night. A motherly figure that cared for him.

At that time. If only one hand had reached me. I could have been saved, but none reached me.

Hence, giving birth to the world's most dangerous Serial Killer.

'I guess the saying is correct. Even the hell was created by an angel. Even the sinners were born from an innocent soul.' I laughed. I myself didn't know how I was able to think this much. When I was supposed to be dead now.

Slap!

'Ahh!'

"Waaa!" What? Did I just feel pain? What is happening?

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A/N: This is my first serious OG work. So, I hope you will like it.

Starting of the story maybe alittle rough. but, It will improve with the time.

Thank you.