Chapter 2

Dark Origin

That was a Long time ago in another life, when i possessed a different name. Depth stared at the Katana in his grasp.

Flashback

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"He's a monster!" a village screams in panic.

"I knew it.. I knew keeping that demon around was a mistake!" another villager yelled with a dull ax raised overhead.

"His own parents... he really isn't human!" a lady screeched at the top of her voice.

The little boy stared at the mass group of people with anger in their eyes while holding items of all shapes and sizes in confusion. Covered in blood and a knife held tightly in his grip. Their words echoing in his head.

He tries to speak,"But I didn't..." but try as he might his word could not reach them.

"He's been taken over by the ghost demon Kazen. He'll kill us all." a man cries out in a panic.

"Listen to me! I'm not.." the boy exclaimed but again his words fell on deaf ears.

The boy falls to his knees and begins to weep over the lifeless body of a nameless man surrounded by ashes that he once called his home. In the blink of his home was destroyed, his parents were nowhere to be found, and all his comforts that little boys are accustomed to were gone. He had nothing.

The next day

Alone... I'm all alone the little boy thought to himself as he sat in his jail cell hands and feet chain to the bed where he slept awaiting his sentence to be determined for a crime he did not commit. He looked at his demon possessed arm and its unnatural color and he was consumed by hatred and sadness.

"I didn't... I didn't want this arm." he began to speak to himself, "Now because of it everyone thinks I.."

An older man enters the room the boy could tell by the look in his eye that he was not afraid. Rather a look of sadness or even sympathy. And then the boy saw it.

A demon arm slightly hidden by the cloak the man was wearing. The boy couldn't help but smile, and that smile inevitably turned to laughter. "Hey mister you're just like me." the boy said in a joyous tune.

The man smiled back but it was a hollow smile fueled by sadness rather than happiness. " You and I are similar yes. The difference is I am able to manipulate the powers within my arm, so that such horrible tragedies won't occur in my presents. And this" The man brought a sword into the boys view. The boy's only thought was is this man here to kill me.

The boys smile faded as his gaze move to the ground and he begin to speak," I don't know what they have told you but I didn't do. I would never hurt my own parents."

The look of sadness return to the old man's face, " Hurt... but your parents are... What is your name boy?"

The boy didn't realize it but it was the first time anyone had asked him his name during this ordeal, the villagers had all settled on calling him monster or demon. The boy answered, "my name... my name is Azrael."

The man continued, "Azrael is it, I'm sorry to tell your parents are no longer among the living." the shock in the young boy's face were apparent to all. Tears started slipping down his cheeks uncontrollably. The Man exhaled as the words Azrael yearned to hear were spoken. "So what happen?"

Azrael's voice was still shaking from the news of his parents death, "It was that man. He did all of this!" Azrael said as he balled his hands into fist. "He was always a drunk, always saying things like he wish I were dead, but this time he actually..." Azrael paused trying to get the words to come out, "He tried to kill me. Out of no where in the middle of the night there was a knock at the door. My dad opened the door and it was him. I don't even know his name! This time he was drunker than usual shaking a knife held over his head. He was saying things like I'm gonna kill that demon, my dad just kept telling him to just go home, but he wouldn't. And then." Azrael looked at the ceiling as continued, "Then he stabbed him, my father fell. My mom screamed as she grabbed me and ran into the bedroom hugging me tightly facing away for that man. She whispered something into my ear. I don't know how the fire got started but I know he did ." The boy paused, eyes locked in fear as if he were seeing it happen right in front of his eyes all over again. "He followed us into the bedroom." Azrael continued,"he screamed let go of that boy, my mom ignored him and just kept praying that's when he just... stabbed her. I could feel it, I could feel the life leaving my mother's body, but she didn't let go she just kept holding on to me with everything she had. And he just kept stabbing her again and again, I screamed for him to stop but he just wouldn't listen. My mom told me to run and so I did."

"My mom words echoed in my head as I ran. She told me to live on even if only for a bit longer. I tried to run out the front door but it was no good the fire had spread too much by then. The man walk out of the bedroom covered in blood. He walked towards me so very slowly an evil grin on his face. I knew I was going to die. Then there was a voice."

"So pathetic it said. But there was no one around." Azrael looked at the old man and saw that he knew exactly what he was talking about. He continued his story," It asked me it said, do you want to live. To live, that's what my mom told me to do, the very last guidance I would ever get from her. I screamed as loud as I could. I want... I want to live! Then suddenly all my fear turned into rage my vision turned red and my blood began to boil I've never felt anything like it. The next thing I know I was standing in a pile of ashes where my house use to be. That man dead at my feet. His weapon locked in my grip. I can't remember anything else."

The man's eyes turned from sadness to understanding, he spoke, "I see. Azrael, how old are you?"

"Seven" said Azrael in a confused tone.

The old man smiled, "That's about old enough to go on an adventure don't you think." Azrael still with the confusion on his face said nothing."Oh come on. When I was your age I dreamed of grand adventures like this, I'm going to take you to a friend of mine a grand master of the blade. He will teach you all that you need to know to control the new found power growing within you."

"But mister..." Azrael tried to speak

The old man continued his excited rant. "I even have another boy joining me on the same Journey, perhaps you and he could become friends."

Azrael shouted, "Mister!" The Old man finally heard the young boy, "Why would you do all this for me? I don't even know your name."

"Why... that simple we slayer's have to stick together." the Old man paused, "As for the name, you may call me GSD."