AN 31-07-2013 : Chapter one has been re-written, enjoy.

Prologue: The choices you make.

London, 13 September 1979

One place filled with peace, where the mind and soul of a broken body can come to rest. A paradise, a place without worries. Some people are longing to get there, no matter what. The gate will only open for the ones deserving entrance though. Where the gate precisely leads to? Heaven.

"Mama, what are you doing.." the young boy said as he stared wide-eyed at his mother, standing in the middle of the room. Her eyes expressed nothing but depression, sadness and hatred, from reasons unknown to the boy.

The second gate would be hell. A place where you go to when you've done something horrible in your life, such as killing or worse. Nobody, except for Satan admirers, would ever want to go trough the gate to their extreme misery.

She didn't answer and just looked down, finding the floor suddenly more interesting than everything surrounding her. The boy got more worried and stepped closer, until he saw the glistening metal in his mother's hand, hanging limply at her side. "Mama? Why are you holding a knife..? Knives are dangerous." he asked, feeling his emotions welling up as different thoughts raced through his head.

Earth, the place where you live until the day your spirit and soul leave the body. The place where you decide your life after the day you die. You're supposed to enjoy living, make something of it, and don't throw everything away.

She held the knife gently in her hands. One last glance was given to her son before she decided to make an end to her life. As she raised her arm and pushed the knife slowly through her chest, her ribs cracked and blood poured down her skin. Once the metal reached her heart, tears escaped from her eyes as she watched the horrified expression on her son's face. The words 'I'm sorry' were mouthed before she motionless fell down at the boy's feet.

He stared with his mouth agape as his mother committed suicide, right in front of him. As his young mind couldn't suppress what had happened, and not wanting to believe what she had decided, he fell to his knees and held his mother's- now cold- hand and kissed her cheek. A single tear fell- the first moment the boy had slipped out of his big-brother role- and more fell after before he reached for the knife.

It was stained with his mother's crimson blood but he couldn't care less as he slit it across his wrist. His young mind was disturbed by the sight of his lifeless mother, and he couldn't handle the stress he received. One thought raised in his young mind at that moment, and that would be following his mother into death, where they would be reunited again.

After your death, there are four places to choose from where you'll end up. You either go to the gate of Heaven or Hell, or one of the last two places which are mainly unknown to humanity.

One of those places would be for spirits who had been striving to accomplish their most important goal in their lives, but simply couldn't get closer before death took them away. That place, assumed by some on earth, was called Raehm, named by one of the Goddesses of Heaven.

On Raehm you either reborn as an angel with pure white wings, or an demon. Some say it lays on the choices you made back on earth, others say it's to be chosen by your natural personality.

The second and last one is Ryhoan, named by one of the dictators of Hell. Where you neither enter Heaven, hell or Raehm. Once you enter the gate, your soul, body and spirit will cease to exist, along with your memories. Such as your childhood, love life and everything you've ever felt or seen, everything will be destroyed along with your whole once being.

Four choices, yet one to choose.

Once the blood had been half coagulated and silence had fallen, the door creaked open to reveal a younger boy. He stepped inside and tightened the grip around his bunny-plush's ear as his eyes widened at the sight before him. Slowly, but silently the plush slipped from his grip and fell in his brother's pool of blood, staining the fake-fur immediately.

He dropped to his knees and clutched his now-stained pajama as he held back his tears, trying to comprehend what had happened in the time he had been asleep. Assuringly, his mother and big-brother had done the exact same thing his father had done before. They've committed suicide, but for reasons unknown to him.

17 years later..

New York, 13 September 1997

"It has been a rough time since the accident, we know. But could you please stop yelling to thin air?" A young woman, assuringly between her twenties and thirties, said frustrated as she stared at the boy sitting across from her. "People might think theres something wrong with you, we have to prevent that they'll take you away from us, so please try to act normal."

The answer she received was a tired sigh, one she had been hearing for at least four years. It was the same routine, everyday all over again. She would tie her mid-length blond hair in a ponytail as she prayed before starting her breakfast, and stare with her green eyes at the boy as he furiously began yelling to the kitchen wall, without any good reasons to it. She would tell him to try to act normal, and he would sigh because she kept asking the same question, everyday again.

They both got tired of it, and both wanted something to change. Seventeen years earlier, nothing seemed to be wrong. The boy grew up without any problems, and without yelling to thin air. He didn't got bothered by the fact his family committed suicide, and that he was raised by an adoption family. But over the years, the boy's actions changed dramatically as he kept hearing a voice in his head. Everyone assumed it was because of the events which had occurred when he was young, but he was sure it wasn't because of that. He got sick knowing nobody believed him, and that's what he wanted to change. Everyone surrounding him wanted him to change his posture and reactions towards others.

Another deep sigh escaped his throat as he spoke up again. "Trying to act normal when a voice keeps talking to you for seventeen years, while nobody believes a single thing I say? I'm sorry, you'll not accomplish that goal in your life." Don't get him wrong, he cares for this woman. But she would never understand what he has been through in all these years.

"There is no voice, you're thinking about the loss of your family again. It's normal for teenagers like you to hear the voices of your lost beloved ones, but you'll get through it." She smiled in response, trying to hide her frustration. "I understand it's hard for you, but it will get better."

She didn't understand a single thing, not at all. She wouldn't understand if he explained about the things happening around him; about the voice urging him to make an end to his life, about the paranormal things happening inside and outside the house. Nothing at all.

After a while receiving no response, she sighed and stood up. "I'm going to work now, stay inside with the doors and windows shut. If you get scared again, don't hesitate to call the neighbors up." she gave the boy one last glance before leaving the house and locking the door.

Just as she left, the brunette sighed and let his gaze wonder off to the kitchen-clock. Five minutes before twelve, the time hell would break loose. The time the sadistic, ignorant, probably-pedophilic bastard, would be on his worst. Where the voice wouldn't even leave him alone for a single second unless he begged for it. Even then it was a thousand times harder than normal. He guessed he just didn't had any luck in his life at all. An so was proved as the clock struck twelve.

"Hello Ju-chan, I've missed you.."

"Oh hell no." he groaned, slamming his head face-first onto the kitchen-table.

AN 31-07-2013 : Next chapters still have to be re-written.