It was night.

He realized as he opened his eyes.

His dark blue eyes tilted toward the moon, which glowed with pure white light, gleaming in the darkness, just like a piece of light shining to guide your ways through the eternal night.

With a nauseous feeling, all the sudden,he hated the moon, he hated the light.

He looked at himself, he was surrounded by black tainted butterflies, even worse, the grass around him seemed to wilt and died to nothingness.

Rukh, he recognized those butterflies, Rukh was your soul, when your rukh was yellowish white, it means that your soul is fueled with light and the power of 'fate'. Well, if it's black...

He smiled sadly.

" The ritual is complete...isn't it...? Ill Ilah...?"

. . . .

He could still hear it.

The screams of despair and death mixed together, buzzing in his ears.

" Are you sure? Human?! There is no turning back for you," Ill Ilah, the Black God boomed in his ears.

He bit his lips, concentrating to not falling in to depravity, or despair. He can't lose focused on the Black God's face, mixed with murky black. He thought of the happy times he had spent with 'them', and a sadistic smile curved on his face.

" Yes,"

Was his answer, and as soon as he accepted it. Dread filled his body, and all the sudden he felt cold. His vision blurred. His heart replaced with a certain hatred and his mind was blank. His eye grew heavy, forcing him to sink into the dark.

Then a warm hand slipped into his.

The warmth caused his eye opened, a warm light poured over him like a sunshine slipped into a dark cold building. He could only see a glimpse of pink, but that's enough, he knew it's 'her'. Thinking of that though, it make him feel more dread and cold, the girl screamed for his name, desperate to get a hold of him, but her scream muted in his looked upon her, he smiled, his hand dangling in her grasp.

" Remember the me, you used to know," He whispered.

Then he released himself from her, letting his body filled with darkness, the girl screamed again, but this time, the girl's sound of despair is music to his ears. Then his vision blurred then engulfed by darkness.

All those happy memories seemed to disappear before his eyes, replaced with dread, darkness and despair.

" With the power of God," Ill Ilah thundered in his ears," You shall have the power to destroy fate,"