A/N: Wow, so, I haven't written for this fandom before and I'm a bit worried about this. I usually don't write original characters either but I had this idea as I was rewatching the show... and here we are. So I hope you enjoy it!

Prologue

Touya smiled to himself as he glanced around his secret base. He had found many new items over the last month, items that would have been confiscated instantly if the clan elders found out he had them. Yet, here they were, safely tucked away inside his own personal fortress. A fortress the rest of the clan didn't even know existed.

He let out a sigh when he glanced out of the hollow tree trunk that made up his 'base' and saw the sun low in the sky. He had spent hours here, much longer than he was usually out, and he was sure his mother had sent someone to look for him. It wasn't odd for Touya to disappear into the forest surrounding their village for hours at a time, but that didn't mean his mother liked it. She would have much rather him become friends with the other children and join in on their games. Touya wasn't exactly sure what those games were – he just knew they usually involved a lot of running and hitting each other with sticks and such.

But Touya liked to explore. He enjoyed looking at the various plant and wildlife that they shared the area with, he liked discovering the different caves and hidden streams, and, most importantly, he liked finding things that hikers and those from outside of his village left behind. He craved to know more about the outside world – the world that was forbidden to enter unless he passed the strict test by his village that proved he could keep himself in control and not endanger them in any way.

Touya, being only eight, knew he had to wait at least a couple more years until he was allowed to begin the exam. There was another boy in his village that had completed it only a couple of months ago and he was twelve – the youngest anyone had passed. Touya was going to beat that. He wanted to do it now but he knew there was no way his mother would agree. So, he would wait until he was ten before approaching the elders. Only two more years.

That didn't stop him from continuing his collection.

Touya began to move quickly through the trees and brush, knowing that the later it got, the angrier his mother would be. She might even send someone after him and that wasn't something Touya wanted to happen – many people in his clan were experienced trackers and he did not want them finding his base! He would be in so much trouble if it was discovered…

The thoughts trailed off as a chilling scream sounded throughout the forest. Touya froze, his heart pounding in his chest. That- that wasn't the sound of the children laughing or Kara-san being upset with her husband again. That was the sound of deep pain, of despair…

Touya began to run, only to skid to a halt when more screams began to echo throughout the forest. They were coming from his village – the sound of agony, of people begging….there was crying and someone laughing. It was a deep laugh, a laugh that made shivers run down Touya's spine. Dark. Possessed.

Evil.

Touya needed to see what was happening but everything in his body screamed at him to flee the situation. To get as far away as possible. But he needed to know. Using all the skills he had nurtured over the few short years of his life, skills from being in the forest daily and needing to protect and hide himself from some of the more volatile wildlife, and he silently made his way back toward the tall tree right behind him. He climbed, careful not to make any noise, and perched on one of the top branches. From there, he was able to peer through the leaves to see the village –

And he promptly pressed himself against the hard bark, his hand coming up to try and mask the sound of horror and despair that wanted to escape. He bit down on his hand in the attempt, not even noticing the blood dripping down below.

The adults of the village, those that weren't lying on the ground in a pool of blood, were all kneeling in the center of the village. Many of them were screaming and crying. Smaller bodies, bodies of the children that his mother had wanted him to befriend, were completely…decimated. Even from where he was sitting, Touya could see the blood, could see the man in black ripping skin off of one screaming child. He bit down harder as one of the women jumped to her feet in an attempt to pull the child- her child, Touya realized now – away from the man and was promptly held tight by another man that appeared behind her. Touya saw the man lean close to her ear but he could hear what was being said over the screaming. And then he saw the man reach up and press a blade against her throat.

Touya couldn't stop the sobs as he watched his people be killed, each and everyone screaming in agony. He couldn't understand what was happening or why these people were doing this…how they had even found them in the first place. Touya knew he shouldn't just hide. He was a coward. But he was terrified. The men laughed loudly and made a game out of torturing his clansman. The women… one in particular was…she was…

Touya swallowed back bile when he realized what she was doing.

She was cutting out their eyes.

He didn't know how long it lasted. He couldn't say how long he sat in the tree and watched as his people were mutilated. As some of the monsters went into each home and took whatever they considered to have value. He just sobbed into his hands silently, pressing back against the tree tightly in hopes that he wouldn't be spotted, praying that it would all be over. That it was a dream that he was going to wake up from. That none of it was real.

But it was.

He stayed in the tree the rest of the night and late into the morning. Long after the men and women had left. Long after the forest had grown silent, as if it was also mourning the loss of the people who had been at home there for so long. Touya could only stare down the village, hoping that someone, anyone, would appear. That someone besides himself had managed to escape from the brutality.

But no one ever did.

He couldn't stay there. He had to move. He had to…to do something!

He didn't want to go into the village. To see the bodies up close, to see the dark voids where their eyes should be…staring at him accusingly for not helping them. For just watching as his people were…

He closed his eyes tightly, knowing they were burning a brilliant red. He knew why those monsters had come for them. He had heard the laughter and jokes. Heard the disgusting remarks about those that didn't have the red eyes – about how useless they were. One of the men had even laughed as he said that the Kurta were supposed to be devils and dangerous but they had gone down so 'easily'.

Touya vowed to himself that if those people wanted a devil, they were going to get one. He was going to send each and every one of them straight to hell.