If someone asked you, "Will you want to have a child?"
How would you answer?
Most would feel repulsed, unwilling to take care a creature that represents the epitome of chaos.
As for others, they would love their children and would spoil them to the core.
Yet in a war torn country, with the flames of war still raging on, a couple in a small house were cuddling with a small boy in between.
The husband and wife looked at their child lovingly and the child was hugging a small pillow that was as long as himself.
BAM!
In the middle of the night, the doors of the house was opened up forcibly, revealing the muscular man that entered the house.
"Hehe, Mr. Berto... I see you still haven't paid your monthly protection fee yet."
Behind the muscular man was a gang of men, numbering in the double digits.
"Yeah, yeah! Those that can't pay the protection fee will have their house destroyed!"
"Nonsense!! I paid the protection fee just last week! Wasn't it $500!?"
The man who was just in bed, stood with great momentum, aiming to establish a sort of dominance against the mascular man.
But it was all for naught, as the mascular man quickly did a jab to the stomach, causing Mr. Berto to wince in pain on the ground.
"I think your forgetting something here Mr. Berto. I make the rules, NOT you. Of course, if you pay the protection fee of... Hey how much did he pay again?"
The muscular man asked the lackeys at his side for a quick second.
"Sir it was $1000," said by the lackey with a mohawk hair.
"Wasn't it $500? ," the lackey on the opposite side of the muscular man asked in confusion.
"F*ck! This is why I can't deal with newbies. If I say it's $1000 it's $1000!"
Though when the mohawk lackey finished speaking, he suddenly felt a great force inside his stomach causing him to kiss the ground with Mr. Berto.
"B*tch! I make the rules around here! I asked for a number but why am I getting crap for answers!?"
The muscular man howled in anger at his two buffoon lackeys when they heard the shrill cry of a baby crying.
"Sweety, can you be quieter. There, there..."
The wife gently scolded the babyish child and feared that the noise angered the muscular man.
In which he successfully did.
"I hate two things in life. One is not getting my money. And the second one is... Children! Unfortunately, your family have tested my limits and succeeded. MEN! KILL THEM AND BURN THIS HOUSE!!!"
"W-Wait! I can give u money! Just let us off this once! PLEASE!"
Unfortunately, their death was set in stone, nothing could change it.
The young child witnessed his father beaten and murdered. Their home was ransacked. The wails of a child and the cry of a mom abruptly ended with a sword lunged into their bodies.
It was said that a dying person can experience their whole life in a matter of seconds. But to the child barely at the age of 10, there was barely any memories to review.
Instead, he silently watched his surrounding burn down. The fire felt so illusionary when all he felt was unprecedent coldness.
End of prologue.