Episode 1
The awakening
Almost a thousand years ago, when the world was in its darkest time
Man strived to find a way to save themselves.
So they turned their eyes away from God and decided to make their own god who could fulfill their deepest, darkest desires—even if it meant using the souls of other human beings.
In a dark room lit only by candlelight, a cult stood around an alter, surrounded by tall pillars.
On top of a stage was an ominous-looking bowl of water.
The water in the bowl was a dark purple color.
They were chanting something—a spell—a spell to make their own god, one that could fulfill all their corrupt wishes.
but they did not know that the soul of the child they were using was already damaged.
As the cult kept chanting the spell over and over again to bring their "god" to life, a loud, eerie voice shrieked in pain; it was coming from the soul of the child, but none of them seemed to be fazed.
As the voice got louder, so did their voices, until the soul of the child was abruptly pulled into the bowl of water, then everyone became quiet.
Suddenly all the candles were blown out simultaneously.
The smoke that the candles left behind seemed to have a mind of its own. The smoke of the candles headed for the bowl of water.
It revolved around it for a short time, then suddenly dove into the water. Everyone waited in suspense; they were expecting the smoke to rise up and form their "god."
But it didn't.
Instead, it rose up from the water and separated into a small circle. The cult was confused and began mummuring in low tunes.
The circle of smoke suddenly became wider, and along with it came a heavy gust of wind.
It pushed all the members backwards, with some of them even falling over. Before they could recover, the same gust of wind came again, but this time dragging them closer to the bowl of water.
The wind began to spin around the cult members, and immediately each of the members began feeling excruciating pain around their bodies.
Their very lives were being sucked out of them and being pulled into the bowl of water.
Their loud, horrific shrieks of pain rang loudly in the echoing cave; they could do nothing as they watched their bodies dry up before their own eyes, until finally there was nothing but silence and the empty robes of the cult members.
Suddenly there was a sound.
Someone was breathing. It was slow and shaky, but it was definitely someone.
The sound was coming from the bowl of water.
Almost immediately, a hand popped out of the bowl, and then another. The two hands grabbed the pillars that the bowl was placed on. It then pulled the rest of itself out of the bowl and fell to the ground.
Laying on the ground was a boy of about 9 to 10 years with charcoal black hair.
He took a deep breath as his eyes popped open; they were a bright purple color; they were so bright they glowed.
He stood up from the floor and walked towards a robe he saw on the ground, a robe that belonged to a cult member.
The boy standing with the black hair and bright purple eyes was the "god" they had tried to make, but something went wrong, turning this so-called "god" into a devil.
The child, although just born into the earth, knew of its impurities from the hearts of the cult members he had devoured.
He knew the earth was a disgusting, suffocating place. He knew it was supposed to be a paradise for humans and animals, but it wasn't.
He also knew there was a God, a supreme God, who ruled over the world, but what he didn't understand was why he kept the earth as it was.
Of course, he knew that there were good people on earth, but they weren't much at all; in fact, they were far too little.
He asked himself, shouldn't the earth be wiped out?
Well, not the earth itself, but the people. Unfortunately, he had a conscience.
He knew if he did wipe out all the people on earth, he would also be killing innocent people, so he let the thought rest.
He was a new being, so to speak, he decided to take a little walk to survey his environment.
as he stepped out of the cave. He was hit by a cool evening breeze, which was unusual because a minute ago there was a thunderstorm outside.
He wondered if this was God's special way of welcoming him into the world. But why would God welcome a devil into the earth?
He wondered
He went down the stairs and rested his head on the columns. looking around in awe
He was mesmerized.
Even though the earth had a terrible menace known as humans, it was still breathtakingly beautiful.
He wanted to step on the green grass that seemed to stretch out like an endless ocean.
He cautiously stepped down, the robe almost tripping him; clumsily, he stumbled on a patch of grass.
As his feet came into contact with it, the grass immediately burned to a crisp. He quickly put his leg back on the stone staircase.
He noticed that the place he was standing had melted in, and the other places he had stepped on left footprints in them.
He felt terrible for burning the grass; it was so beautiful, and he ruined it.
With all the willpower he could muster, he held down the fiery aura around his body. He took a deep breath and touched the grass with his toe.
It didn't burn.
His eyes lit up with excitement as he gently stepped on the grass.
The cold grass and earth cushioned his feet. The grass tickled in between his toes; it was soft, and he loved it.
He loved it so much that he started walking on it, and then he started jogging before he realized he was running.
With the evening breeze blowing aggressively into his hair and face, it was fun.
"hey,hey kid".
A soft voice called out to him. He turned around and saw that he had run quite a distance.
He ran so far that he couldn't see the cave anymore. He was in the field of a small village.
"Hey kid, are you okay?"
A lady in her late forties called out to him.
He stared at her for a while and then looked around.
"me?" he panted
"yes you" The lady smiled and walked over to him.
She bent down and asked what he was doing here all alone by himself.
He didn't know what to say; he just stood still, blinking at her.
His eyes had become a normal nut brown color.
"Are you lost?, do you know where your family lives?"
She asked
"..Do you have a family?"
"No" he shook his head
"Oh" her eyes saddened "well, do you have anywhere to go?"
"I'll just stay on the grass," he smiled.
She blinked at him
He was just so cute and dumb
"So what's your name?"
"I don't have one"
"You don't have a name?"
She stood up straight and led him to the bench
"Mind if I give you one" she sat him
He thought about it for a while, then agreed. He could see she was nice.
"So what do you think of Charles?" she asked.
"..I don't like it"
"What about Jesse?"
"No"
"okay,what about.." she thought "Damien"
"Damien?" he repeated "..it's nice."
"Okay, Damien," she sat up "My name's Elora,since you don't have a family, do you want to stay with me?"
His eyes widened.
"..seriously?"
"as serious as I ever will be."
He was compelled to go, but he didn't want to seem naive.
"How can I trust you?" he asked
"You can if you want to." She held out her hand
He looked her hand and slowly reached out for it
Her hands were warm and had a soft touch. She smiled as she held his hand, as they walked into the village, some people gave them odd stares while others greeted the lady
They walked to the edge of the small village, and then she stopped in front of a cottage
It looked way bigger than the other house's they had passed along the street
but what intrigued him the most was the big, colorful garden behind her house, He could tell that it was well taken care of from the smell of the flowers.
She led him inside;
he couldn't wait to see it, she could tell. he opened the back door for him, he took one look at the garden and ran outside;
it was even more glorious than he thought it would be. He buried his toes in the grass. It was very cold
He excitedly laid on the grass, and looked up at the beautiful sky. He felt someone lay down next to him
it was her.
"Do you like it, Damien?"
"mhm" he closed his eyes
"You seem to really like grass, huh?" she stared at the sky
"..well" he thought to himself "maybe humans aren't so bad."