Prologue
A burning sensation accompanied golden orbs, "No, Father! Mother!" The tiny boy extended charcoal coated fingers toward the light. "No..." he breathed through the fingers that slowly covered his lips in shock and desperation. "Prince! What are you doing? Get away from there!" Warm arms wrapped themselves around his waist lifting him off the freezing cobblestone easily. The young boy's eyes slowly faded back to their normal deep sea-green, the golden light leaving them. He began to habitually finger the cross that hung around his neck, swiveling around to stare into his foster father's eyes.
"Your parents are gone Shin." Hiromoto reminded him, brushing thick black hair from his foster-son's brow, "we must get away from here, those things will come back, and I'm not going to let them take you as well."
Hiromoto swung Shin over his heavy-set shoulder and darted through dark alleyways, rushing back to Akishima to supposed safety. His katana whipped wildly around as he made his way back to their hometown, but was stopped in his tracks when blazing heat seared his shoulder.
"I'm not going anywhere until those things have properly suffered for what they've done." Shin's eyes were aglow once again, heat coming off his body in waves.
"No Shin, you can't let the demon inside get control of you! Be sensible!"
"Were those monsters sensible? Were they merciful? NO. And neither will I." Shin jumped out of Hiromoto's arms and met his gaze with a hard, cold glare; a look that guaranteed vengeance and blood. Heat baked his foster parent, daring him to defy his choice again.
The air was sucked out of Hiromoto's lungs as Shin sped away, running full speed back to the monsters that ruined his life three years ago.