(( I'm hoping this will be a great new series. I had tried to get this story going once before and it didn't go well. So I'm trying it again, but better. Hope you enjoy ^^ ))

I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty cruel place.

My heart has been removed and my wings have been torn off.

I keep on fighting against God in such a dirty cruel place.

My body is full of scars and I devoted everything.

My mom sang that to me a lot when I was a child.

She said it was her story.

It was about how she had a tough life growing up in war torn Tokyo.

I remember her holding me close as the bombs fell and she whispered in my ear

"Luka, my love, stay strong. You will make this world anew. You will save everyone."

I used to believe her.

But then her song became my own.

Growing up in war torn Kyoto.

I lost everything.

My family.

My friends.

My life.