She had felt something new, something different. It wasn't like before anymore, pain and loneliness. There was still a hint of pain, but for some reason she didn't feel alone anymore. It was as if someone, or rather something was here. This thing was unknown, not complete and simple enough to be qualified as a person, but definitely existent. It felt like this something was inside her, her other half fitting into her perfectly as if they were two parts of the same puzzle. And this something was powerful, much more powerful than her. For a fraction of second, she wasn't Lucy the poor freak who got bullied by the other kids in the orphanage; she was new, powerful, terrifying Lucy….
The pink-haired little girl thrashed helplessly in her sleep. Her white sheets glistened with sweat coming from her body, and they stuck to her skin in an uncomfortable manner. Lucy wasn't aware that at this moment, long, long hands made their way to the walls, the ceiling and the ground of the room, leaving millions and millions of prints with her own blood.
"Hello, Lucy"
"Who are you? What do you want from me?"
"I am a part of you, young girl."
"I don't even know you…."
"You do know me, you always have. I have always been with you, and now that you have asked me for help, I am coming for you."
"No! Don't… Stay away from me."
"I can help you".
"I don't need help."
"But you want them gone, don't you?"
"Them…?"
"You know perfectly who I am talking about, Lucy. Your horns, the things that make you so different and abnormal and rejected".
"I don't want them gone. I just want people to like them."
"You're ashamed of them, aren't you? I know how to make you proud of them. What makes you different makes you strong. You aren't human, Lucy. You're much more."
"I am?"
"Yes. And right now, you're miserable. When you're miserable, you have to make someone even more miserable than yourself."
"…Who?"
« Think, Lucy. Who made you feel different? Who mocked you and rejected you? Who put you in this orphanage where you are imprisoned? Who wouldn't let you play with them?"
"… Humans."
Lucy was no longer sleeping, but she wasn't awake either. She was stuck in a dream. Her lips were slightly parted, the smallest of sounds vibrating from them. She wasn't trying to speak or anything. She was silently screaming. Rage, pain, jealousy, bitterness bubbled inside her. The hands made more prints, taking blood in her veins yet not causing her the slightest pain or creating any wounds. The walls were covered in red. For her, it was the color of hate.
Now, time, years had passed. She was imprisoned in a new place that was in fact not so different from the old orphanage. A place where her other half couldn't help her, no matter how powerful it was. She had met Kouta and thought he was different, but in the end he was the same as them all… He lied to her, abandoned her, forgotten her. But over the years, the hate and pain had remained vivid in her, and the promise she had made to herself was still the same:
"When you're miserable, you have to make someone even more miserable than yourself. Who made you feel this way? Humans, filthy humans. And you will not be happy until not one of them remains on this Earth. Kill and bury every one of them in your path. You'll open up a new world here, a world made just for you, a world where you fit perfectly."