Prologue

When I was little, my father trained me almost every day so that I was able to be strong. To be able to protect myself from any harm. To be a fighter at heart. And anything he said to me was a word like out of the bible. He had been my bible.

As I watched the night, small tears formed in my eyes and clung to my face like ink. I couldn't forgive myself for letting everyone behind. I couldn't forgive myself for being unable to protect the most precious person to me.

My bible was shattered into pieces on my nineteenth birthday, as an unknown force came upon the earth and tried to kill everyone, right before my eyes. And all I could do was simply watch.

I was weak.

I couldn't protect myself.

I lost the fight.

I cuddled myself into the nearest corner as loud voices came to my ear, screaming things I couldn't understand. I didn't know why they took me. I didn't know why I was alive at all. The only thing I knew was the hole in my body once my heart was placed. I stared out into the darkness before me, remembering every detail, as my brain pictured the massacre before my very eyes, like a brand new camera. The only colour it was showing was red, like a river of blood, hypnotizing my body as I rocked it back and forth.

My memories took all of my senses, as I still could hear the screams of my people shouting.

Rage overcame my body, as I pictured their faces with their bloodthirsty look, and their dirty hands, as they shoot energy balls out of them and slaughtered all human beings mercilessly and splattered them in little pieces over the blue planet. The air was polluted by a thick wave of bitter tasting iron as they approached me.

I was the only one alive. I was the last one out of my race.

I was all alone.

And I was ready to face doom and fight them with all I got. But they were stronger than me. Besides, I was alone and they were three. I didn't stand a chance. As they hovered above my powerless form I waited for the final blow. I was ready for death.

But it never came as I imagined it.

I just whished they would have killed me along with my world.

The earth was gone. My father was gone. My life was gone.

And now, my soul desired revenge until my body took its last breath it needed to exist.

My eyes darted to the door, as it was slowly opened. A dark male figure stood before me, his hair going up like frozen fire. I could feel he was strong. I could feel he was a killer. And I could feel that he was greatly irritated by me.

I was clearly an eyesore to him. He looked like he wanted me dead. And I just wished he would do it.

He said something in a strange language. I couldn't understand anything and did the only thing I could do. I did nothing. My eyes pierced right trough his body, as I hoped he would just vanish if he didn't come to knock me out again.

I wanted to be alone.

I wanted to say goodbye to my old self.

I just needed enough time to train. I would kill the one responsible, as he killed my family along with my heart.

That's what I swore before the stranger grabbed my arm and junked me to my feet, shouting angry words in my face. As I still didn't respond he bit his lower lip in rage and smashed me to the nearest wall. The crash rung in my ear and I heard a few rips crack before I coughed up blood and looked with hatred in my eyes to the male.

I slowly past out as he stomped out of the small room, leaving me alone again.

As the world became dark around me, I could feel the coldness from within me, filling me out with pure hate. That was the energy I needed. That was what I longed for.

They would face me again.

And they were going to lose this time.