The world is run by the ideals that there are three pieces to the universe; there is heaven, hell, and earth. People use these three elements of life to help them explain the unexplainable. To help them sleep easy at night knowing that they aren't ruling their life, but their life is in the hands of fate. Though, fate doesn't always let the people rest comfortably. There are times where even fate cannot predict the future, when taboo comes into play.
In a village hidden to most of the world, heaven, hell and earth collided. Demons would feed on the humans, and humans would ask the heavens for salvation. For centuries, the heavens seemed to ignore the cries of agony coming from this village. There was even one case where a woman was raped by a beast of the night. This woman was seduced by a vampire, raped, and almost killed. However, the woman was saved before the vampire could finish the deed it had started. Though, the demon's invasion on the human world took another step farther when the woman conceived a child born of vampire blood. His parents called him Atem, however, the village gave him a different name. A name that reflected the dark realm that he was conceived from, Yami, a name for the darkness itself.
The boy was a loner. The villagers blamed him for everything. It would be his fault that floods came and ravaged their homes, or a drought would be because the heavens were punishing his very existence. He never made any friends. The children were either too afraid of his pale skin and fangs, or the parents would forbid their children from talking to him. That was only the case when the child was brave enough to talk to him even after the rumors they heard about him. Atem's mother constantly had to protect him from the villagers, and even his father. Not his biological father, but her husband. The man had not taken a liking to Atem along with the other villagers, but his mom protected him as best she could, get beaten herself most of the time.
Years later, Atem's mother got deathly ill, and once more everyone blamed him. They accused him of taking her blood, killing her slowly. Atem didn't understand this. Why would he want to take his own mothers blood? he had become used to drinking animals blood, he hardly craved human blood anymore. Though, when they came, it was bad. He would become ill and his mother had to protect him more and more. Atem had a feeling that her illness had been brought on by everything she had to go through. Atem found himself defending her almost as much as she protected him. The two of them were outcasts.
"Mother, why do I have to leave?" Atem asked as his mother snuck him from their home at the dead of night. She didn't look so good, but no matter what Atem had told her she wouldn't stay in bed.
"I don't know how long I can protect you, Atem. I know I'm not going to be in this world for much longer…"
"Mother, don't say that. I'll make you better." Atem interrupted. His mother laughed and shook her head. She gave him his back pack which she had packed with clothing and food to get him by until he got on his own feet.
"Listen to me, Atem, life is going to be hard. You are neither a creature from hell nor a child from earth, but I know you'll do fine. Listen to both parts of yourself. You have the strength of a demon, and the compassion of a human." Just as the two started to head for the forest, the sound of the villagers approaching was heard by the two. The villagers had had enough of the half demon child living in their village. With him there, they were all more vulnerable to an attack by both the heavens and hell.
"Lady Avita, we've had it with you and your demon child. Since he was born we've been attacked with floods, and droughts, and famines, not to mention more and more vampire attacks." Avita looked at her son with a frown. It startled Atem to see this look on his mother. She looked terrified, and he was not naive to the reasoning. He was smarter then most seven year olds.
"They've come to kill me, haven't they mother?" Atem said with a deep sadness in his eyes. Atem had spent seven years of his life trying to earn the respect and trust of his village, but thanks to his birth blood, he was never given the chance. His mother wanted to tell Atem that what he said was far from the truth, but she could tell that Atem knew. He didn't need to be told, and that saddened her more.
"Atem, you have to understand their fear. You are not like us. You are different, and humans always fear what they don't understand."
"But you don't fear me, mother." Atem said, not understanding why humans act the way they do. Avita smiled at her son and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"You are my son. I would never fear you. You need one person in this world who loves you and won't fear you." A tear ran down Atem's paled skin, and his mother pulled him into a tight hug, one he knew would be the last one he shared with his mother. He held her tightly, never wanting to leave her, not with the man she married and her illness. Though she was sick, that man would still beat her for sleeping with a demon and birthing a child of demon blood. Atem knew the only reason he stayed with her was because he didn't want to be lonely, and the reason she never left was because she didn't want atem living without a father.
Their moment had ended when they heard the stomping of hundred of villagers feet heading towards them. Atem was hidden behind his mother but could see the flicker of torches behind them.
"Avita, give up your son!" they demanded as a look of terror appeared on his mothers face once more.
"Mother…?" Atem's tears increased, making his mother cry as well.
"You have to go, Atem, please for me. I can't watch my son being hurt or even killed. If you don't leave this night, I'm afraid the morning sun won't greet you in the morning." Atem had never felt as much fear as he did now when his mother said these words to him. This was it; he left or endangered the both of them. He looked up at his mom and nodded, before they both took to a running pace. As the two of them ran, Atem could hear the villagers pace running, and as they ran Atem's sensitive hearing caught the sound of their very heart beats. Atem was starting to crave a human's blood once more, and this time his craving was also brought on by his hatred for the villagers. He wanted them all to suffer for hurting him and his mother for so long. He wanted to blame them for his mother's illness as well. The stress they put her under made it hard to her to ever recover from the sickness, making things worse. It was there fault he had to leave. His fault he would be leaving his mother and never seeing her again. As he thought more and more about it, the craving grew worse. His vampiric side started to come out in him and his senses grew more.
"Atem, calm down, please." He heard his mother plead with him, and he obeyed. He was able to calm his wild heart. No one else had that power, only her, the one person who cared for him.
"Sorry mother." He said, ashamed of what he was thinking. Soon, he and his mother made it to the edge of the forest. Avita looked back to see how much time she had left with her son before she sent him to his new home. The villagers were coming, faster then the two of them liked.
"Atem, go now." Atem grabbed a hold of his mother tightly, not wanting to go. He was so young, how was he to survive on his own. Surely the demons wouldn't take him in. perhaps he would have to find his father. He always knew when the vampire was around. He could sense the other, watching him. Perhaps he would be more welcoming then his human father. He could only hope, but he wouldn't hold his breath. If the humans wouldn't welcome him, what made him think vial evil creatures such as demons be anymore welcoming to a tainted being. He didn't belong in either world, human nor demon. However, his birth mother accepted him, there was a chance his father could be just as welcoming.
"Avita, give him to us now! We must do away with his evil or else the village will suffer!" said the leader of the group as he stepped forward. Atem, forgetting about his retreat behind him, hid behind his mothers form, shaking as he saw the others carrying stakes and pitchforks, all wanting to kill him.
"Go Atem, now" she said as the crowed approached them. Atem looked up at his mother once more before she pushed him into the woods. Atem fell backwards into the heavily bushes forest floor. He looked up in time to see his mother fighting off the villagers. They easily tossed her aside to find him. Atem took that hint and used his demon side to his advantage. He jumped up into the trees and hid there. The mob sent a few men into the forest in search for him, while the others took care of his mother. Atem watched on as the men stabbed her right in the heart. Atem couldn't believe what he saw. Those villains took the only person that cared for him away from him. He wanted to scream for her, but knew that only ones who would hear his cries were the ones searching to kill him as well. He needed to live so his mother's death would not be in vain.
"Mother…" he whispered as tears rolled down his cheeks. The man that killed her was the man she loved. Apparently he couldn't forgive her after all these years. Atem couldn't stay anymore. There was no reason. He turned to leave when he realized that no one was taking his mother's body back for a proper burial. He waited until everyone left, giving up their search and took her body in his arms, burying her at the edge of the forest. This way, he could always visit her without being caught, and he wouldn't have to worry about being caught.
"You need one person in this world who loves you and won't fear you."
'Who is there now to love me and who won't fear me, mother?' he asked his mother one stormy night as he watched her grave hoping that she would come back to him and hold him like she used to. When no one came for him, he lost all hope. It seemed that night, atem threw away his human side of himself and allowed his vampiric instincts kick in. he would devote the rest of his life destroying the village that destroyed his life and the life of his mother.
'Who will love me now, mother?'
'…an angel…'