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Chapter 1: The New Name
You hear somebody call out your name, but you're too dazed to respond.
They call your name a second time, and this time you open your eyes.
A short girl with green hair and hazel eyes stands over you. You realize you were lying on your back.
She offers her hand, and you take it. She helps you up, and you realize your face is hot.
Similarly, she's blushing too as you don't let go of her hand.
...
"Wake up."
My head hurt for some reason, and I could only groan in response.
"Come on, wake up son."
This time, my eyelids fluttered awake as I regained consciousness.
"Ah, good. You're up, Belial."
In front of me was a muscular mountain of a man, and not because I was short or lying against the wall. He was covered in thick Kevlar and his face was nastily scarred as he smiled.
That smile, by no means, was warm.
I got up and the rest of the fatigue I felt wore off. I studied the man in front of me, who was fair-skinned with dark eyes and, in contrast, stark white hair.
"Who are you?" I managed.
The man's smile wore off.
"Damnit, of course that blow gave you amnesia!" he growled. "I swear, we will get revenge on that..."
As he started muttering, I took in the scenery. It wasn't much, just a large, spacious room of black stone with a few ominous torches.
"...but we should work on your memory first," the man finished. "Do you remember your name?"
I searched my memories, but I only had a few.
Learning how to do assassination. A giant screen in the middle of a classroom. A shock of pure-red... something. And the girl with green hair.
"No," I answered nervously.
The man put a muscular hand on my shoulder and said with what may have been a reassuring smile, "That's okay. Your name is Belial Horror. You're my son. I am Horace Horror, leader of the CorruptAe Cult."
I nodded in understanding.
I am Belial Horror, I repeated to myself.
"You are next in line to become the leader. In other words, my successor, heir, whichever. Now then, do you remember anything else?"
I was about to tell him about the girl before something in my head said, Not that.
"I know how to kill things..." I said uncertainly.
Dad's smile grew larger to terrifying proportions.
"Good..." he said.
Neither of us said anything for some time.
"You lost your memories because of these people who don't like our lifestyle," he told me. "These... pesky children who find our ways wrong, even though all we are trying to do is please our gods. Now, they are also the ones that made you forget me, Belial. We used to be so close before they ruined it with... this."
He scowled, and I felt a surge of emotion to my father. I don't know what we had, but it was important that we get it back.
"I'll do whatever I can to get my memories back, dad," I promised.
He smiled and nodded. This time, he looked warm.
"Thank you, Belial," he said. "We will begin special training after you get your bearings back."
"'Special training'?" I repeated.
"Yes, we will teach you how to harness the abilities of tentacles," he told me. "Oh, and do something about those pigtails? They make you look like a girl."