Prologue
Through the continuation of time, men have only been able to improve on their behalves in life, thinking only about the certain positivity in their lives that may one day help them achieve their goals.
But even now, the existence of upper-class beings that rule over the minors was believed to have existed- worshiped beings that were feared by the minority, which had thought had existed, even though there was little proof of that.
Deities that were respected, known, given affection, being depended on, but mostly feared.
No matter how powerful a man is, no matter how many hardships he went through or how many valuables he lost on the way, recognizing his true potential, he couldn't stand up to his Maker.
To not be punished for his disrespect, he would let it be known that the deitie's power was nothing that should be rivaled with, such unknown strength would be a terrifying action to experience to even the bravest of people, as it is the one thing that's mostly feared by humans…
The Unknown.
Even knowing that something exists, you must be crippled by the unexpected that could come before you anytime with the power that could make you revision your actions that may had lead to this abrupt occurrence.
Which was the main definition of a Maker's power.
"Fear your Maker! Bow down to him and do as asked, as it is your task as a human!"
Or face the consequences of your contend.
The hammer of Judgement will only befall once you stand up to your superior.
That was the fact that bewildered the humans of that age, crawling into their bodies and inscribing that fact to be remembered not to go against the ones in charge.
Even though, such a thought existed, claiming that these didn't exist at all, was thought to be the truth, the better would've been to go with what was believed, not to distrust and suffer for all eternity for your thought on the lesser thinking.
And in the advancement of time, science started overwhelming religion, proving that things as gods did not exist, lessening the amount of believers.
Such a thing could not be accepted. Humanity had to be punished for their distrust in their Makers, the once that created them and gave them life, bodies to experience the world, enrich the fruit of life and continue on their creation.
No, that couldn't be bypassed so merely.
Eve took the apple, being persuaded by Satan to commit the first Sin.
That was only a pass for being a first, yes, it was expected that humans would not be perfect, no, they would in fact, be worse than they were to be expected.
Through their actions, they became lower than the vicious animals.
Wars raged on, treachery, thievery, murder, the embodiment of imperfection.
And it could not be stopped no matter how much it was tried to.
New people were born, corrupted in their life, giving themselves into actions that were forbidden by the Maker.
Humans became aware of only themselves.
But what had been accounted for it, was not a countermeasure, but a sort of remission.
There was no such thing as Hell.
The Gods were not to be so cruel as to not accept the ones that betrayed the rules of life.
They'd accept everyone through the Gates of Heaven, no matter what they had done.
And a reprieve was introduced to fight the abnormality.
And… he awakens.
A man that wasn't very peculiar, or had any interesting traits or talents about themselves, awakened in an unusual place.
"Where… where the hell am I?"
He tries to stand up, but fails to do so, as he did not notice that his feet were cuffed to the floor.
"What is this? What am I…?!"
Not only is he stuck in binds, his vision seem flaky, unable to spot the place that he has gotten himself into.
Such a situation frightens him, no, that isn't a word that should be used, it's not enough to express the kind of terror that the man is having.
Not only are his feet cuffed, but also his hands and neck, cuffed so tightly, he is barely given enough space to breath through his mouth.
Entering into shock, he struggles to free himself of his bindings, bruising his skin.
As if in a some kind of torture device that was used in the middle ages to bind thieves, so that the townsfolk be able to throw rock's and rotten vegetables at the criminal.
He goes past his capability's limit and becomes fatigued. Exhausting himself without achieving any progress.
Never would he have though that this would happen to him.
The man himself didn't have many friends, of course he did had some close ones that he could have given a part of his life to, great friends, and a caring family.
A typical human being, without anything that could be of much significance.
"Please! Somebody help me! I don't know where I am!?"
His voice is lost in the air, with the man being the only receiver of his own voice.
Such a situation was unexpected, because from what it is known, he did not have any enemies that could hold such a grudge that would lead to binding him.
Maybe it is just a prank gone terribly wrong, a trick being formatted by his friends, as he expects them to come out any minute and yell "Surprise!", even if it is such a terrible means of holding.
But no, that isn't what it is. It's something much more serious than anything that could be imagined.
The eyes are cleared, and the prisoner is given his location.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
His screams go around the dome that is around him perfectly, as he is right in the middle of it.
He resumes shaking violently, only thinking about escaping.
A dome resembling the Pantheon of Rome, though the architecture style seems quite different, the walls seem more gothic than roman. The walls are slightly crumbled.
And it is quite, as if everything in here is dead, with only the screams of the man's vesting in the hall as he struggles.
From all the movement, his arm's flesh starts to rip and bleed on the cuffs, and it hurts, as the metal's rust scrapes on his exposed meat, but he is positive that with enough strength and determination, he might just slide them out.
Even if that doesn't work, he'd go with breaking his wrists if he has to.
He needs to get out of here. Who knows what the ones that had gotten him here could come and do to him.
Finding him struggling and instead of being a good prisoner and being silent, they may result to much severe measures.
And of course.
The footsteps, even through his struggling breath and panting is heard, and the escape is paused.
They're coming this way.
"Crap! Dammit..!"
There's no time, his decision is made.
Better to have broken arms and legs than be found dead in an abandoned dome, though it wouldn't seem to be that much abandoned, seeing that the walls are in fact tidy and zero of any stains, with just a bit of dust.
"Gyaaaaaah!"
A sound of bones cracking would put anyone in an uncomfortable feeling, especially to the one whose bones have been broken.
"AHhh!Ahhh."
From all the breathing his lungs should hurt quite much, but the broken wrist overwhelms it.
"Come…! Off!..."
But it was a failure.
He had broken his wrist for nothing, because no amount of pulling would make the hand slide through, not even the blood acting as a source of liquid to help in any way.
Fate hasn't been very reasonable with him.
Through his continuing struggle, what seems to be his captor, who is standing right beside the pillar that holds the roof to this dome is, bewildering.
The captive takes a moment to process the scenery that stands ten meters away from where he is.
The exception of it being some gang of thugs would've been pretty reasonable - they would just use him as a bribe for money, even though he isn't a very important individual, they are still human, who, like everyone else, have a family, friends who would care about him.
But no one even knows that he is missing to start, so no one is looking for him- being rescued is an impossible cause for him.
Maybe even some kind of notorious serial killer that enjoys torturing people has gotten their grasps on a new victim and taken him to their unusual captivity, but that isn't entirely the cause.
"No, how is this…? How are you…?"
Because the one that is keeping this man confined and bleeding on the stocks, is a girl.
A simple girl, but no, she's not entirely simple, something is more unique about her that shouldn't be ignored.
A beautiful woman that seems young like a blossoming flower, shouldn't be even above eighteen years of age, with long silver shining hair that radiates as a light source in this spacious dome.
Her skin is as pale as snow, even the slightest touch would feel like silk, yet chilly at the same time, and her eyes are an unusual yellow color, yet extravagant and attracting.
Any man would fall for such a beautiful girl, even her captor seems to only spot the attractiveness that she emits, not looking at the fact that she is keeping him as a toy to torture.
But he snaps out of it.
"Hey, why don't we make deal? I don't think anyone knows that I'm gone yet, so why don't you just let me go, and I'll forget everything about this! I don't even know who you are, so please just let me go!"
He pleads to his captor, but her face is expressionless, as if like a doll's, or no, more like a corpses that has accepted dying, peaceful.
Without a word, the girl starts slowly walking to the man with simple steps.
The pale dress that matches her skin sways as she walks, clean of dirt and dust.
"I… I don't have much, but if you let me go, I'll give you whatever you want! How does it sound, just let me go, I'm bleeding"
No amount of pleading will save the man, his fate has already been decided, even though if it's such a cruel one indeed.
"If… If I've done something to you and this your revenge, I'm sorry, OK! I might… not know you, but I'm truly sorry, if you want to see me suffer, isn't this enough!?"
That isn't in what she is interested. That plead doesn't even lower her speed, she is only but a couple of steps away.
"Please, just let me… me… aaHHHH…"
A human would value their life a lot and would sacrifice anything to keep it, no matter the cost, reacting like this is only normal, screaming, as you are about to be given the Kiss of Death, but seems that the silver haired girl is quite merciful.
As she comes to the man, she passes behind his rack and embraces him with her right hand on his cheek.
The man stops panting. The feeling of her soft hand on his skin is cold, yet he calms down just from the supple touch.
She speaks nothing as she continues to hold the man's face. He feels calm from her touch, such a comforting sensation, that he may be wrong about this. Maybe this isn't his captor, but his guardian angel, whose come to save him from this situation, to bring him to a safer place and …
That is, in fact, what he thinks, until he notices the axe in her left hand which is covered in bandages.
Such little and delicate fingers, holding such a dreadful object.
He doesn't even react as it goes into the side of his neck. Sharp like a razor, it cuts through his skin and meat, hitting at his spinal cord.
His blood splashes the girl's face and he starts vomiting out blood from his mouth.
Then he falls onto the ground, splashing his clothes into the pool of his own blood and raw meat. The girl was generous enough to release him of his bindings.
Yet it is useless. With all of the strength that he had left, covering the gashing hole, still releasing a wave of blood onto the stone floor, the victim drags himself with his other hand, trying to find an exist.
It's surprising how he has stayed alive with such a big open wound in his neck. The man seems to only think about saving himself, yet he should know that it is inevitable.
Eventually he looses all of his strength and stops. A trail of blood has been left from the stocks to the bloody mess of the still barely-alive man.
He tries to again shout out for help, but all the blood in his mouth has clogged up his throat, only making weird noises leave his grisly what is left of a mouth.
Looking out into the ceiling, through a hole, he is able to see the sky. What he sees leaves him even more shocked.
The sky is completely different than it should be. It's not day or night. It's a time that he is not familiar with at all. This doesn't seem like real life at all to him, something more… otherworldly.
But it is still better than dying while facing the ground. Even though it's completely unnatural, the dying man sees… beauty… , not even noticing the girl standing to his side.
From the beautiful girl he saw just a moment ago, is now someone who has just been bathed in blood. Those yellow eyes stare at him with no emotion, as if she has already done this and it isn't her first time.
He can either be left to finish having his blood leave his body, or to finish cutting that open meat of his.
The decision is the latter. The axe is risen up, dripping the man's blood onto his face, covering the mysterious sky.
The last thing that comes to his head, is who actually this girl may be, and why is she doing this to this man… until the axe finally comes upon his neck.
Black. Darkness. Death…