La beauté du ciel et l'enfer

There was once a little boy, named Lumière. His hair as gold as his pure heart, and eyes as blue as the heavenly skies.

He spent as much time as he could caring for others, being a constant source of happiness and joy and contentment, even though he knew that others hated him for it.

He never let his fears get the best of him, because he was Lumière, Protecteur de pureté.

The happy and loving little boy who saw the good in everything, was beaten, caged, tormented, chained, slaughtered until he just couldn't find the light at the end of the cruel tunnel anymore.

He died, having his eyes and mind traumatized, crashing into the evil darkness that everyone pushed him into.

Then, with what little part of him, that tried desperately to see the light, was killed by a selfish, depressed, deceiving and emotional wreck of a girl named Douleur.

With hair as dull as her smile, tear-stained eyes as lifeless as her body, she tries so hard to find a way to resurrect the little boy of light so she can be hopefully guided out of the tragedy of darkness that she's plummeted into.

She couldn't help but want to be happy like before; she wanted her title, Protecteur de l'amour, back.

She wanted to be Radiance, Protecteur de l'amour again…


But all of her efforts, blood, sweat, and tears have been in vain, futile.

She has been working tirelessly for years, wanting, praying, begging for a way to bring the little boy of light back to life.

The offerings of her misery and blood-stained tears are never enough for the cruel being of life.

All she can do is offer her pitiful excuse of a life in exchange to bring back the life that was unjustifiably brutalized…

All for the sake of the little boy of light…

I'm so sorry, Lumière...

I miss you, Radiance...