Hello there readers. UndyingSpirit here with a new story for you to read. I hope that you do enjoy yourselves as you read. A quick note, this is my first story for this series. I've not played the pc games, but have watched the anime so if my logic seems weird, then that is the only reason. In any case, let's get this started.
Prologue: A Warlock's Dream
Spending time in the meta-world, one can't help but to think of many things. I'd be lying if I'd say that I wasn't always thinking. Not only about the game board in front of me; a series of mysteries that binds me to this over-world, but of the mysteries of the mind. Realism accounts for nothing in a place where bubbly girls, clad in skimpy skirts turn into flying spikes, or that goats can stand on two legs like humans, or that the demons of Hell look as human as me exist.
I'm still in disbelief that I have become very adept in wielding magic, the same thing I never really believed in; ironic. These beings of magic are now my tools to use, my "furniture". Just like Beatrice used to call them.
Oh, the name of that infernal woman who has doomed me to solve the Minotaur's labyrinth, only to find and empty cage with no hostages at the end.
And those Eternal Witches, who sit upon a throne much higher than anything, fighting each other using my family and life as pieces on a chessboard.
Family…I think upon them, but feel only sadness. All of this atrocity is caused by one man's desire to resurrect that witch…
I pause and think back to what was said once before.
"Because Battler Ushiromiya has sinned, the atrocity has come and all on the island have died."
A six-year old sin I cannot remember is what really caused this to happen. But what was it? In my private time, I dwell on the past. Six years ago, my last time on the island, an incident happened to cause this horror to come about. My head is a blur when it comes to remembering that time. All I know is that I was here, on the island. Maybe it was because I was here that this game started.
As I sit on this solemn throne, I ponder my past, now in question because of my near brush with oblivion. I nearly lost myself because of that red truth, that I was not my mother's son. Who was I then? Who is my mother? Why am I here? Was I even related to anyone?
The sacrifice of my little sister helped to save me, but did not quell the questions burning inside. And as I sit on this throne, my mind wanders towards the past. I slowly close my eyes, and by the time I open them, I begin to see years long gone, and awaken to the cries of a baby.
I looked down, and see a red-haired boy walking side-by-side to a red-haired woman.
TBC
Okay, well that was a prologue to this story, so I'm wondering if it has at least picked at your mind whether I should continue it. In any case, if there are any questions towards this fic, don't hesitate to ask me. See you again.