XII

"You've been a part of this since before you know." The creator told Arima. "What do you mean 'since before I knew'?" Arima asked.

"You see, your parents were from my bloodline. Before hiding away I was already married and had successfully conceived a child. I told my wife my grand plan, which was to create an ultimate being."

"For five generations I've tried to fulfill this dream of mine but wasn't able to because there were always some miscalculation. The major problem occurring was that each one I tried to modify had some kind of goals in there life already dominant in their conscience. That goal always interfered with the genetic modification."

"For you I tried a different tactic, because you'd be the last thing I'd have the opportunity to create before my inevitable death. You see, most of what happened in your life was pre-planned. Your parents' death, your awful environment, the bullies, the allegations of being cruel towards your parents' demise, etc."

Arima was silent as he heard those words. His emotions were mixed of grief and disbelief. All the things he hated in his life was intentionally put there. "So you're telling me that the life I lived was nothing but a petty experiment of yours? Is this really what I deserve?" Arima asked the creator. "I had to do this, to ensure you didn't have any goals to look forward to instead of searching for power. And tell me isn't that what you always wanted?"

"Y...yes I've al..ways seeked pow..er..." Arima answered, still in disbelief. "Then that is what I have in store for you. The ultimate power, the control of over the apex of civilization, the ability to influence not only vamps or calamities, but humans as well." The creator exclaimed. "Now hurry, Evan is waiting for you." The creator vanished with these words and the deep red void vanished along with him.