Chapter 1 – The Forgotten Past
"Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, di, di, di… edi…"
It was a voice. No, not a single voice—many voices. Twisted, warped, overlapping in a chilling harmony. A sound that felt both distant and unbearably close, echoing from the depths of something ancient and merciless.
All of this started… a long time ago.
A time buried in flames and blood.
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A Long time ago.
The sound of rain pounded against the shattered rooftops, mixing with the distant screams of the dying. Smoke curled into the air, and the scent of blood clung to the wind.
Kaido, barely five years old, stood frozen amid the wreckage. His small body trembled, his wide eyes reflecting the carnage before him.
Screams echoed through the night. Warriors clad in sacred armor fought desperately, their swords clashing against monstrous claws. But the demons were too strong. Horned figures with glowing eyes tore through them like paper, their twisted laughter mixing with the crackling flames.
"KAIDO!"
A frantic monk grabbed his arm, shaking him out of his trance. His face was pale, his robes soaked with rain and smeared with ash.
"You have to listen! You have to understand!" The monk's voice cracked with urgency, but Kaido only stared blankly, the world around him fading into a haze of horror.
Inside the temple, Kaido sat unmoving on a worn cushion, his young mind struggling to process what had just happened. The monk knelt before him, his expression grave.
The monk placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Never forget… The world isn't as it seems."
A roar shook the temple. A massive shadow loomed over them, its shape barely visible through the flames. The monk's grip tightened.
"One day, demons will return."
Kaido flinched as something crashed behind them. A sword clattered to the floor, its once-polished blade now covered in blood.
"And you—must be ready."
Before Kaido could respond, the monk pushed him back. The last thing he saw was the figure of his guardian standing tall against the monster, before darkness swallowed everything.
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Kaido woke up with a gasp. His heart pounded violently, his body drenched in sweat.
A dream. No—a memory.
He was nineteen now. Alone. Training for the JDF.
But no matter how much time passed, that day still haunted him.
He stared at the ceiling, forcing himself to breathe. It had been years, but the memory refused to fade.
Kaido sat up, rubbing his face.
"It's just a bad dreamm... " , he muttered to himself.
Outside, a distant siren wailed through the city. He glanced at the clock—4:00pm
Something felt wrong.
He stood and walked to the window, his unease growing. Thick storm clouds swirled above, covering the sky in unnatural darkness. The streets below were empty, yet the air itself felt heavy, charged with something… ominous.
A chill ran down Kaido's spine.
Maybe it was just a dream.
Maybe.
But deep down, he knew the truth.
The past wasn't done with him yet.
To be continued in Chapter 2…