Clouds seem to hover endlessly over a small, run-down town, which is covered like a thick blanket by humongous mountains that surrounded every corner of the over-crowed, but yet miniature town.
As smoke lifts from the boiling, battered kettle, frail hands touch its handle, as it is poured into a large pot, which is as battered as the kettle.
"Mother, mother, what is for dinner?"
Asks a young boy, with dark brown hair, and a frail small body.
"Soup.."
Says the boys mother, who is wearing rags for clothes.
"Again?"
"Why can't we have other food like the higher-ups do?"
Asks the starving child.
"Now, now, my sweet little bunny, you know that us lower-class workers don't get paid as much as the higher-ups."
Replies the boys mother.
"But whyyy... It's so unfair that they get more money than we do!"
"Why do they deserve all of the goods!"
Says the young boy, now getting slightly annoyed.
The young mother proceeds to pull down part of her rags, covering her neck.
She proceeds to point at a mark, which seemed to resemble a demon, with dark purple horns, and vicious teeth.
"Remember, we are direct descendants of the one true demon lord, so we are.. 'protected' by the higher-ups to.. insure theres and our safety.."
Replies the mother, clearly misleading the child, in hopes for him to not know the true dark truth of there living status.
The boy proceeds to stare down at his neck, where he too had the mark of the demon.
"Any person who is born with this mark is bani- I mean sent to this place, as a way for all of us to be safe."
"But why is it so bad down here compared to outside the mountains?"
Replies the young boy, who is starting to gain curiosity.
"Enough chitter chatter, you'll wear yourself out.. now go sit down, the soup will be prepared shortly."
Says the mother, frantically trying to sway the tiny bits of hope her child still has, hoping he won't find out about the harsh reality of the world they live in.
As the young boy and his mother both eat the cold soup which lay Infront of them, a ruckus can be heard from outside, as the half-broken windows in there tiny shack if there home start to tremble under the intense ruckus coming from outside.
As the mother steps up from her seat, before heading to the door, to check on what's going on, she orders the young boy to stay sitting.
"Stay there, I'm going to check on what all of this ruckus is."
Says the young mother, before heading towards the door.
As she turns the battered door knob, the shouting from outside gets louder and louder.. before..
"I NEED TO KILLL!"
Shouts an incoming voice, before a man comes bursting through the half-open door, which the young boys mother was standing Infront of.
"KILL, KILL, KILLLL!"
Shouts the bat-shit crazy man, as spit comes drooling out his mouth, the knife in his hand slowly piercers through the mother's stomach.
"KILLLLL!"
Shouts the crazy man.
"M-mother.."
Says the frail child, who is now staring down at his mother, who has been stabbed through the chest, and is now lying on the floor, next to the front door.
"R-run.. my child.. run.."
Says the young mother, gasping for breath as blood fills her mouth..
"Run before it's too late.."
But the boy refuses to listen, and instead instinctively runs towards the crazy man, who is towering ontop of his mother..
"GET OFF MY MOTHER!"
shouts the boy, before sprinting frantically towards the man.
"No.. don't.. it's not worth it!"
Says the mother, trying to raise her voice, but failing.
"KILL, KILL, KILL!"
Shouts the now provoked man, before he Stabs through the forehead of the mothers head, killing her instantly.
Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, stab, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB, STAB..
"STOPP ITT!"
Shouts the boy, before rushing towards the man, as his eyes fill with tears, which blur his vision, but the boy didn't need his sight to feel, and hear the gruesome stabbing of his mother.
As the boy rushes towards the man, everything begins to warp around him, as purple aura begins to circle around him, everything becoming distorted, as if he was Lucid dreaming.
But, before he could reach the man..
Slash.
Everything turns black, then white, then grey, then purple, and then once again black.
All of a sudden, a young teenager seems to warp out of a purple orb, which is surrounded in nothing but a black, endless void..
"Please."
"Not again.."
"I've witnessed my mother die over a thousand times.."
"Please.. I give up.."