A Look through the Doll's Eyes: This is a crossover with Darker than Black. I take no part, but must relate what I've seen, so someone can learn from our mistakes. I try to explain most things, but, things you should know: Contractors have special powers but must pay remuneration for using them. These can be any simple action from drinking something to drawing something, or more serious like self-mutilation. Contractors are said to be soulless, or at least unable to connect emotionally and have no empathy. For each contractor there is a specific star, and once that contractor dies, the star falls. There are also Dolls, which have lost their personality totally and can look through mediums, like glass or water. They are used as spies and sentries, and communicate through specters that they send out through their mediums. I am what you would call a Doll, though my power differs from most. I have even fewer faculties in my own world; I can't even mouth out dull replies to basic questions. But, I see more than they can ever know. I can see through eyes, not my own, but I can see through yours, through theirs, through dead eyes and eyes made of stone. I lost myself for this gift, but I gained more than my own world, for I gained yours as well, and it is yours that I am trying to save, for mine is already lost.
A New Constellation Rises
Each step you take opens up doors; each action creates new worlds. They unfold and crash down on you, millions every second, and you don't even know. You can't realize how many "yous" there really are, trailing worlds behind them like broken wings. Your weak eyes can only see one of these fractured worlds. But my eyes are blind to my own world; they can see everything. I can see your world, and mine too. I am trapped in my own skin, caged within brittle bones and useless flesh. My hands can touch but not feel; my ears can hear but not comprehend. But, my useless eyes can see everything, and so much they have seen. I have a story to tell, if you'll listen. I am no one's hero, no one's villain. No one knows my name, not even myself. But I do have stories to tell. Sit down now. Close your eyes. Feel the worlds between each breath; that tingling on your fingertips, that breath of wind on your neck. The worlds are closer than you think. Close your eyes and listen.
You'll want me to start off at the beginning, won't you; to point you to a starting line and shout go. But, there is never a true beginning, there is always a before. My world works that way and so does yours. There are so many threads to our web, and we have to stand so far to see them intertwining. But, we have to start somewhere don't we? We should start with a world at least, one close enough to yours. It is a world where men have the power of gods in exchange for their souls, where the moon is swallowed in a sky of false stars, where eyes stare through water and glass and have no mouths to speak. This is my world, though I am only an observer. We'll start with Pandora I think, close enough to Hell for the Contractors to flock. They are drawn to Hell as they were to Heaven, before that path was closed.
This is a world devoid of hope, where Contractors are given powers in exchange for their very humanity. Dolls sit motionless, searching for a life torn away. Every country has been thrown into chaos as Heaven's Gate is swallowed; Contractors wage war on their human brothers. Stars fall with every death. And above it all sits Hell's Gate, where every wish is granted with a price. Everything with a price. Something has fallen from this false sky and all eyes are drawn to it. Let the race begin. We have many people to meet, and not much time before the stars start to fall.