Freezing cold greeted me as I woke up.

Why was it this cold?! It's supposed to be summer!

At this realization, I woke up fully, sitting up and gazing around. After carefully inspecting my surroundings, I managed to make anther coherent thought:

Where the fuck am I?!

I wasn't at home. I wasn't even in a bed!

I was in a cemetery. More specifically, a snowy cemetery. With snow.

I caught on to this little fact quickly. This was the first time I ever saw snow in my life. And because of that, being in the presence of actual snow both excited and bugged me. It certainly raised a massive amount of questions. Why am I in a place with snow? Why is said place a cemetery?

...Why did all the dates on the tombstones not add up?

None of the years were in the 2000s.

Was this a dream? No, it couldn't be. If this was a dream, why was I aware of my surroundings? That's not how dreams work. But if this isn't a dream, how did I get myself...here? Is this somewhere in the Northern Hemisphere?

I was starting to get scared. How did I get here? What am I supposed to do? Why can't I remember what I was doing before?!

This train of thought would've continued endlessly if it weren't for...

"Sakido...?"

I froze. Not just because there was someone here as well. But because of what he said.

I knew that name.

I slowly got to my feet, noticing that I was in my everyday clothing, which thankfully included a thick jacket. I tried following the voice as it spoke again:

"Sakido! Oh no! Wake up!"

The reality of the situation was staring to kick in for me. Trying my best not to think about it, I quietly made my way towards the voice.

"Please, wake up! Please!"

The voice started cracking.

"Please, Sakido! Wake up, wake up!"

I psyched myself up for what I was about to see when I finally reached the voice. And once I did, I froze again.

I was still unprepared for what I saw.

Two furry beings were sitting there, in the snow, in front of an open grave. One was large, at least 2 meters tall, and was wearing a strange robe. She had white fur with black stripes, and black hair on her head. She had long ears, which had a row of golden earrings each, and had two large black feathered wings.

And there was a long, golden arrow sticking out from her back, which was burnt and necrosed beyond repair.

I then regarded the shorter figure, which was now a sobbing wreck. He had purple fur with white markings, and large golden horns sticking out from his white hair. He had noticeably shorter ears; his left ear had two earrings while his right had a bite mark on its underside. He wore a black trench coat with bright red pants and no shoes. He also wore a necklace, in the shape of a star, on his neck.

Even though I never had seen these two before in my life, I knew they were Demons. I knew they were raised by an Angel. I knew their names, their personalities, and their relationship with each other.

I knew the older one's fate.

I could practically feel Buwaro's pain. To lose an older sibling must be devastating. I couldn't help but imagine myself in his situation.

There were tears everywhere. And they weren't just his tears.

I was crying for the first time in God knows how long. Not tearing up. Crying.

Is this what heartbreak felt like?

I saw something else shift in the snow.

Even though I had never seen one before, I recognized the figure as a Jakkai. I recognized this particular Jakkai, from her amber eyes to her long tail. I knew her name. I knew her secrets, her future, and her potential.

I knew where she had come.

I watched as she got up and regarded the area in realization, watched as she turned around and gasped at the scene before her.

"RHEA! Sa-Sakido's...she won't wake up...I-I keep t-trying but she won't...I-is... I think she..."

He sounded absolutely devastated. He took a moment to try composing himself, attempting to blink back his already flowing tears before continuing.

"She'll come b-back right? She'll wake up later, r-right?"

"Buwaro..." Rhea started choking up as well "She... your sister... S-Sakido can't ever wake up."

"B-But she has to! Y-you did!" He sounded desperate, like he just hoped the damage would undo itself "Why...why not?"

"I'm sorry... but she told me herself. Demons don't come back. Death is perma-"

Buwaro finally lost it and broke down completely, hugging Sakido tightly, as if she'd disappear if he let go. Rhea dashed forward in worry. She pulled Buwaro off of Sakido, and hugged him, letting him sob into her shoulder.

"There... just... go ahead and cry it all out. It's okay, I'm here with you..."

I just sat there, and watched the whole thing.

I watched as Rhea jumped down and expanded her grave.

I watched as she handed Buwaro Sakido's sun pendant.

I watched as they laid Sakido in the grave.

I watched as Rhea pulled out a coin and placed it behind Sakido's ear.

And I watched as they filled in the grave, and left.

Neither of them noticed me as I got up from my spot and approached her grave.

I stared at the bare mound of dirt, the only thing in the area aside from the tombstones that was free of snow. At the head of the grave, sat a large cross bearing Rhea's name, scratched out and replaced with Sakido's.

Standing here, I wanted so badly to give her some kind of tribute, at least let her know I was there. But when I checked my pockets, they were all empty. They had nothing of value I could've given, not even something I could've used to scratch an epitaph into the tombstone.

So all I did was stand before the grave, silent, and mourn for someone I never met.

Then I turned and followed the footprints into the forest.

A/N: That thus concludes the first chapter of this fanfic. Now, I know this is kind of short, but this really only covers two comic pages, and I plan to make longer chapters in the future. See you next time.