Prologue-
He lay in darkness, in quiet sleep, dreaming, watching. The universe swirled, souls glimmering like bright stars around his slumbering body. He could feel the worlds all around him, the defining presence of the Creator, bouncing from one to the other. An even brighter light, he felt him settle on a small world. Peaking his interest, the Creator resting in one small dimension. Leaving the other creation, the interesting one, the chaos filled planet…Earth. He watched. A second, a minute, a thousand years passed while he lay in the black silence, amid the myriad of tiny soul stars, watching one small world. Captivated. He watched. The universe twisted, streaking in endless blackness around him, screams and death willowed calls, rippling dimensions. He watched. Interest drawn upon the small planet of Cephiro, he learned. He grew. Love, grief, death, the souls falling to him, he discovered. Feelings. Questions. He watched a young girl, from behind a black veil. A girl of endless beauty, a tiny child of unknown years, who wore an emerald crown, he remembered. Her name. Emeraude. Love is pain. Death eternal. What is death? He watched a man, in the darkness of the shadows. A man tall and handsome. A man of beloved life. A man with a wish. He watched and remembered. Zagato. Love is forever in death. Life is the cycle to death. Love is a question. What is love? He watched three girls. He knew their screams. He touched their hearts. He remembered their journey. Hikaru. Umi. Fuu. Legendary. Magic. Knights. He felt their pulsating sadness, their endless scream. One wish. Death, death, death. Love only in death. Why? It's not true. Why? Love only death. Only death. Death. Love him. One scream, woken reverie, he watched. Followed them to Earth. Followed them to Cephiro. Drank their pain. He laughed, the fool Debonair. He laughed upon her wish, her belief, her claim upon Death. Nothingness. Nothingness to him, emptiness, life. He laughed and relished in her death. Die. He watched, drank upon the fear of Cephiro, drank upon terror. One scream. Woken to one scream. Pillar. Death. Life. Rebirth. Pain. Grief. He wanted it all. He wanted nothing. War. God. God. War. He slept no longer. His dimension. His banishment. Gone. Souls glittered in ebony twilight. He was coming. Cephiro his own, his one, his only. Memory.
He stood, asleep no longer. He wanted them. It. All. He stretched his hand, and called. Live.
Come to him.
