Abyss Blood

"Get back.. Damnit , give that back-

"Currently I'm fighting the fowl monster that took my hard earned breakfast, fluffy and rattish- I think this is what the common folk call a "Rat Dog" although I'm not entirely sure."

Watching the "Fierce battle" between Levia and the small dog over the half eaten slice of bread was a rather pitiful sight,and many of the commoners just avoided the pair.

The malnourished young male with ashen hair and emerald green eyes, had a certain deepness which could pull you in and drown you. Versus the small dog with fluffy but knotted white hair. These two were both currently fighting over a slice of bread with (which was all levia could afford at the moment). Levia didn't want to risk his head today and steal nor fight anyone for their food.

Being content just spending some of his small amount of finances to buy the bread, not realizing that a moment later he'd have to fight the small dog for it.

Although Levia eventually gave up and let the rat dog, which he ended up naming Diablo, have the bread.

***

Levia Ashton currently lived in the slums, the poorest part of the city with which he occupied, being the dirtiest and cheapest place, the only of which he could stay in without being chased out.

In the slums it was a fight for your life half the time and the other half was time spent figuring out how to not starve to death, and or freeze in the cold nights. All of which Levia's had to deal with since a young age.

After losing both his mother and father at the age of three Levia has had to deal with many hardships growing up, due to the harsh place he lives in, it was either adapt or die.

If Levia didn't learn quickly then he'd die even quicker. Another insignificant death according to the pure bloods, to them he's worthless, not of any value in the world. The disparity between social classes are heavily instilled in any place, its influence even reaches the slums.

Levia on the other hand had no clue about what his future held, believing that he'd just die before even reaching the age of 16.

Levia continues about his day as he usually would, just snooping around. He's desperately searching for his ticket out this shithole that he's cooped up in.

Eventually though, he realizes that he won't be able to do much more today, so he returns home.

***

Back at Levia's not so humble abode, of which he just arrived, exhausted from a hard day in the slums. He slumps down on his mattress on the floor.

One look at his home and you could tell it was meant for the slums, since it wasn't truly a house and instead an old abandoned cellar that he made into his own. With moss growing on the interior stone walls, and the stone floor being cracked and stained all over.

Although he attempted to tidy up the place, it was to no avail, due to the cellar being so mistreated for many years. In the end he couldn't really complain though, after all this was the one place that kept him from the outdoors for so long.

It felt nice having a roof over his head for once.

After sprawling out on the mattress Levia thought about how different his life would have been, had his parents been alive.

He decided to cut these thoughts short, as always thinking such things wouldn't get him anywhere.

Sighing from a stressful day Levia rolled over and closed his eyes, covering himself with his old blanket which was obviously "well loved."

"I miss them."

***

Waking up to a strangely cold sensation, Levia found himself unable to breathe, inhaling sharply only to get a mouthful of salty water. Panicking, Levia opened his eyes only to see nothing. He appeared to be in pitch black, darkness so abysmal that he would think light couldn't even pierce it.

Panicked, Levia frantically claws at the water trying to propel himself up, "wherever that was."

Unable to see which direction he was going Levia hoped to the Gods that he was going up, fear setting in due to the lack of oxygen and salt-water in his lungs.

"You can't die here Levia, not after everything you've gone through"

His lungs burning, his muscles screaming, Levia was too malnourished for swimming in such pressure, or swimming at all.

Finally seeing a glimpse of something Levia was filled with hope, pushing himself to the utmost limit to get to it. Only to have his hopes crushed almost immediately upon arriving.

What lay in front of Levia was a creature so abysmal and monstrous, as if it were straight from a fairytale.

He could only think to escape, anything to escape, he had to. Levia claws at the water to desperately get away.

Only for all of his efforts to be cut short.

He found himself face to face with the being again, stopping instantly.

Instantly Levia blacked out.