White Eyes and Black Blood

by kinto

What was I to do when a god decided to choose my body as a host? What was I to do when a world destroyer chose me as a target? What was I supposed to do when I had no other options? Apparently I'm good under pressure.

1. prologue

White eyes and black blood

"Every closed eye is not sleeping, and every open eye is not seeing."

Everywhere you turn, you can behold what's before you. Light, shadow, emotion, people, death. Even when your eyes truly deceive you, you can see the deception. Well, most of the time anyway. I on the other hand can see more. The heavens found favor in me and my friends and more or less, threw a world sized quest on us. I was living the life of a superhero you would see on TV. All because of one mistake. You can call it a dance with lady luck; I call it a soap opera with Satan. At the end of the day, it all ends the same...

...Just not for me...