A:N/ First and foremost, I'd like to thank my KamiJirou Kimchi discord peeps for helping me come up with this story. This is for y'all, hope you love the prologue of 'No Saints Left'.
Prologue
One night on a apartment that was dark and cold, a young man lay on the ground. Everything around him was smashed and broken to pieces. The drapes were torn and the coffee tables were flipped. Most of the furniture was either flipped or smashed on the floor. On the ground of the floor was Denki wearing a suit. His coat was long discarded on a pile of broken picture frames and furniture with minor cuts and bruises littering his face and arms.
Denki was broken after what happened.
"Hey… This is Kyoka, can we please talk…? Denki you misunderstood some things." His phone rang and it played the recorded voice message out loud. After that, three more voice mails came. Denki cried, feeling helpless and hurt.
"Denki please… I'm worried sick…" Denki droned and pulled himself to his feet. He pranced around the room and tried to reach for the liquor that he bought on the counter top.
"Denki... I'm not saying that we shouldn't get married… Hear me out before you go and do irrational stuff again…" Denki hummed and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He turned his head to the clock and saw it reading '2:47 AM' in the morning.
"Let's talk tomorrow okay…? I'm sure you're still upset with me, I love you…" Denki snapped when he heard that last voice mail. He threw his glass of whiskey from across the room, shattering it to pieces.
"What a fucking liar…" He said angrily, crouching down on a wall before rolling himself up into a ball on the ground.
A part of Denki became bitter and angry that night. A seed of hate planting itself inside his heart.
~ End