A/N: If you followed me from my old account HeavensBrokenAngel, then you have read this already. If not, enjoy the vomitfest of Rod and Mello xD I only wrote this for my girlfriend who for some UNGODLY reason likes Rod x Mello.


I knew from the ripe young age of five that I was born to be the best. I knew I was put here, in this Hell hole called Earth for a reason, to become number one, to be feared, loved, and respected.

At first I was arrogant enough to consider that I would become so great, even God himself would cower, but I was humbled shortly after such spiteful thoughts.

God had gotten angry at my blasphemy, and so He stole my parents from me. I hated and loved Him for that. I was young, and young make mistakes. I didn't understand how He could just rob a child of his parents. At the same time, however, I knew He had done so, so that I could learn from it, grow stronger.

I could do this.

I didn't know how hard it would be. I didn't know that I couldn't just bat my pretty lashes and have people crawl on hand and knee t'wards me, begging.

The years following my parents' death were harsh.

I went from orphanage to orphanage, until finally someone took notice of me. My intelligence, my sheer determination. He said it would be perfect. He said i'd be perfect for this place.

An orphanage, or school rather, for genius children, and it was my choice to go.

I couldn't say no, could I? This was just what I had been waiting for! The chance to prove myself, and this place could give me the tools to aid me in my rise to the top.

I fought tooth and nail, tooth and nail, against those brats.

I was so close.. so very close to the top.. and then all Hell broke loose.

My idol, the only one in the world I could see as an equal, the only one I could bow down to without hesitation, without spite, was dead. Dead!

I gave up on the childish fancies of beating the scrawny bastard in white pajamas, and left to find my way through.. Through the real world. This place wasn't like I thought. It was Heaven. A fake place that showed us not the real world, but another.

I couldn't let my vision be obscured by fantasies of a peaceful world. That wasn't possible to me anymore. How could a world be peaceful if someone had murdered, had stolen away, the only man who gave hope to us in the first place?

It couldn't.

I had to do it myself. I realized that. I had to get to the top myself, not in classes and studies, but in the world, from the filthy streets to the green grass in the ritzy places i'd never even heard of.

And it would not be easy.

God taught me when I was younger, and the world taught me as I grew older.

But it could not fight me for long.

I would have my rise to power. I would get my recognition.

Even if it meant the loss of my soul, an eternity in Hell.

Yes, I lost my faith along the way, but I gained something in its place. Hunger.

Hunger for power, hunger for the corrupt, but successful ways of the crooked people in the alleys. I lost myself there, in the alleyway. I lost myself the second he looked at me and gave that cocky smile and asked my name.

I have yet to regret it.