The girl stumbled over the blood red sand dunes, gasping for breath, her throat pleading for water. She couldn't talk, could barely move, but forced herself to continue to stumble over the endless waves of sand. The wind threw sand into her eyes, her hair, her skin, causing rivulets of blood to stream down her torn body. She was a small child, with very pale skin, large dark eyes and dark hair. She seemed delicate almost. Those who didn't know her, found her to be beautiful. Those who did, found her cute, but a monstrosity. When she was younger, she was happy, naive. Now, she was lost, alone. Driven away by those whom she had always believed loved and cared about her. She didn't know why. All she wanted now, was to die, but something in her held out. She struggled on.
In a village amongst the sand, a boy with flaming red hair and sleepless aquamarine eyes watched the storm build. Sitting atop his house, he watched the sand devils twist about a dark form moving slowly but steadily towards the village. He stood and squinted his black rimmed eyes, in hopes that he would see what the unknown form was. 'What is that?' he thought. A voice he dreaded answered unbidden. 'That would be a young killer, much like yourself.' The boy shook his head and called upon the red sand to take him to the small form. He appeared infront of a bloodied girl-child, whose deep eyes seemed to reflect the pain and sadness that he held in his closed off ice cold heart. Those eyes opened his heart and began to melt the ice to tears that formed in his eyes. She looked at him as she fell to her knees. She said nothing, just watched him stare at her impassively, knowing that his coldness was a mask. A small smile showed the true beauty of the child as she collapsed to the sand. He forced himself to walk to her and knelt down. He held her in his arms, staring at her face. Crimson tears fell from her lifeless eyes to mingle with the red sand bestowing ever greater power upon the Demon God.