Prologue : Insanity

"Insanity is relevant. It depends on who has who locked in what cage."

Kurutta Wahnsiing watched as the two actors raised their plastic swords and pretended to duel. Pathetic. It's obvious that they are not skilled in the art of drama.

"This is disappointing", he said bitterly,"I deserve better than this. They cannot even satisfy me. A man with simple tastes. Pah!"

He stood up quickly and left the theatre. The moon shone silently on the cold, dreary streets. Prowling in the shadows, Kurutta took a mask from his pocket and fixed it onto his face. The mask was made in the shape of a comedy/tragedy mask, painted black and white. He watched his prey, one of the actors, and followed him into an alley. The man had stopped and was looking at his phone, cursing to himself.

"Goddamn you! I made that payment, you little shit!"

Kurutta strode grandly behind the man. The man turned around and, looking delirious, shouted in a panicked voice.

"W-who are you!? Why are you behind me?!"

Kurutta smiled underneath his mask.

"I am Ozymandias, King of Kings. Look upon my works..."

A red mist gathered around his shoulder blades, forming raven-like wings.

"...And despair."

A/N: Ayo, readers! The name's Hanz. I will be your author today. This is my first fanfic, and also one of my first published works. I'll accept anyone's opinion, unless you're insulting me for the sake of it, in which case I will meme the shit out of you. Anywho, Auf Wiedersehen, mein kamerads.