Angela Eugene's POV
The classroom buzzed with life. My classmates joked, teased, and laughed in their usual, carefree way. I sat at my desk, watching them with a faint smile. It was nice, seeing them so happy. Their voices blended together in a soft, comforting hum.
I turned my head to the window, gazing at the beautiful summer sky. The clear blue stretched endlessly, framed by the soft golden light of two suns that hung high above.
Two suns...
The thought lingered uncomfortably in my mind. Why didn't it feel strange? It should have been strange. Yet, as I stared, I felt nothing but calm.
I shook my head and turned my attention back to the classroom. The laughter and banter swirled around me, vibrant and warm. But as I scanned the room, my gaze caught on a figure sitting alone in the corner.
Daniel.
He looked distant, as if the world around him didn't exist. His expression was blank, his shoulders hunched slightly as if trying to make himself smaller.
A pang of irritation bubbled within me.
"Ugh! Danny is doing it again!" I muttered under my breath.
Pushing my chair back, I stood and walked toward him. The closer I got, the more out of place he seemed in the lively room. Everyone else radiated joy, but Daniel? He sat there like a ghost, a shadow in the middle of the light.
Stopping in front of him, I placed my hands on my hips and said the first thing that came to mind.
"Danny, you know, if you keep acting weird, everyone will keep treating you like a wuss."
I immediately regretted it. The words came out harsher than I intended.
"I–I mean..." I stammered, trying to salvage the situation.
He turned his head slowly, his amber—almost golden—eyes locking onto mine. There was something unsettling about his gaze—something deep and hollow, like he was seeing straight through me.
"Seriously," he said softly. "I don't get it. Why are we here? Why are we going to school when the world is about to end?"
His words hit me like a splash of cold water.
"What? " I blurted out, frowning.
Before I could press him further, a voice called out from behind me.
"What's the weirdo babbling about now? Angela, just leave him. If we hang around him, we might catch his psycho disease!"
Laughter erupted around the classroom.
"Yeah, next thing you know, we'll be seeing two suns too!"
I opened my mouth, ready to join in and reprimand Daniel for ruining yet another moment. But then their words echoed in my head.
Two suns.
My breath caught. My heart began to race.
Wait. Aren't there two suns in the sky?
The question sent a ripple of unease through me. I glanced back at the window, but the suns were gone, hidden behind a wisp of cloud. A sinking feeling took root in my chest.
Something wasn't right.
The classroom door suddenly burst open with a loud bang, startling me out of my thoughts.
A girl stormed in, her purple hair catching the light like silk. She was radiant—breathtakingly beautiful, her emerald eyes sparkled with an intensity that commanded attention. My classmates fell silent, their gazes locked on her in awe.
She walked with purpose, her movements fluid and graceful. She passed me without sparing me a glance, her attention fixed solely on Daniel. She stood protectively in front of him, like a shield.
"You don't understand anything!" she shouted, her voice trembling with emotion. "Danny is the good guy here!"
Her words threw me off balance. Good guy? What was she talking about?
Before I could speak, Daniel stood. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if every motion carried immense weight.
"Kira," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I blinked. Kira?
"I don't get it at all," he continued, his tone heavy with despair. "How can they laugh when the world is about to end?"
And then I saw it.
His hands.
Blood dripped from his fingers, pooling on the floor beneath him. The crimson liquid spread quickly, inching across the tiles like it had a life of its own.
My breath hitched.
"W–what in the..." I whispered, stepping back.
The blood rose higher, reaching my ankles. It was cold, impossibly cold, and the sensation sent shivers racing up my spine.
Panic gripped me. I turned and bolted for the door, my heart pounding in my chest. The panicked voices of my classmates faded into silence behind me.
Reaching the door, I reached for the knob, but it swung open before I could touch it, slamming against the frame with a deafening crash.
A man stood in the doorway.
The messy strands of his silver-blonde hair shimmered under the fluorescent lights, and his sapphire-blue eyes burned with a crazed intensity.
"You filthy witch!" he roared, his voice thunderous.
Before I could react, his arm swung out, striking me across the cheek. Pain exploded in my jaw as I stumbled back, clutching my face.
"W–wait!" I cried out, my voice trembling.
He didn't stop. His movements were erratic, wild, as if he was possessed by some unseen force. He screamed prayers to a god I didn't know, begging for forgiveness for sins I didn't understand.
His foot connected with my side, sending me sprawling to the floor. The world spun, my vision blurring as hot tears streamed down my face.
"David, stop!" a familiar voice screamed. "Please, stop this madness! She's your daughter!"
Mom?
My thoughts were a chaotic mess. Who was this man? Why was he attacking me? What was he talking about?
"Forgive me, Lord," the man sobbed, his voice breaking. "For out of my bowels, a profane seed has been born."
I felt his hands grab my hair, yanking me upright. Pain shot through my scalp, and I cried out weakly.
"Look at me, witch!" he demanded, shaking me violently.
When I didn't comply, his voice rose to a fever pitch. "LOOK AT ME!"
I opened my eyes slowly, my vision hazy.
The face staring back at me froze my blood.
The silver-blonde hair, the sharp features, the piercing sapphire eyes—this man... He looked exactly like Leonardo.
"T–this can't be..." I whispered, my voice trembling.
But he gave me no time to think. His grip tightened, and his expression twisted with rage.
"Die!" He screamed, hurling me downward with all his strength.
I plunged into darkness, my scream swallowed by the void.
Cold, suffocating black surrounded me, dragging me down, down, down.
Above me, the world shattered like glass, the fragments scattering into infinite black. The sky split open, grotesque shadows pouring through the cracks like ink. They descended upon humanity, their twisted forms ripping, tearing, and devouring with savage glee.
Screams of agony filled the air. The ground quaked violently, rifts tearing through the landscape.
I floated in the void, weightless and numb, watching as the world crumbled.
It was Chaos. It was horror. It was the end.
A voice, light and melodic, whispered in my ear:
[All that hurt... For what?]
The words echoed in the void, soft but chilling.
[You really thought you could win? You really believed you could turn him against me?]
The voice laughed, a sound devoid of warmth.
[You can't change destiny—not even you, Fate.]
The laughter grew louder, more menacing, before fading into silence.
Then, it screamed:
[I will find you, thief! And I will take what was, is, and will always be mine!]
And then, there was nothing.