Disclaimer- i do not own Angel Sanctuary or any of it's characters. I do own Rizoel.
Preschool
"Awake my child." A bright light blinded me. I tried to block it by losing my eyes but it didn't really work. Suddenly it became darker. Chancing it I reopened my eyes and looked upon a man. He had short wavy blond hair. With a matching beard and mustache. His eyes were a clear blue.
"Can you speak?" Speak? What did that mean? "Open your mouth and use the voice I have given you." I didn't know what he meant but I did as he requested. "Wh-Who… a-are y-you?" The man smiled. "I am God, your father." Father… what is father? "I gave you life you are mine." Darkness overtook me.
For the next few days I was taught how to walk, sit, stand, and speak properly. Half the time I didn't understand what the hell I was doing. I never saw that man, instead I was taught these things by the sisters that worked in this place. They all admired me and wouldn't stop staring at me. It didn't take long for me to tire of their presence.
There was one thing that nobody ever told me about. Each time that I looked in the mirror I saw two katana sword hilts, but that was all I ever saw of the swords, no sheaths, no blades no nothing. If I asked a sister about it the would either turn away stifling their laughter or they'd look too freaked to say anything intelligent.
It didn't take long for me to learn everything. I was bored as hell. I often found myself fingering the hilts but I never pulled them out. Instead I took sticks or poles and practiced with them. In no time at all I became a master swordsman. In time I learned how to use my time magic ability.
Now if I was bored I either practiced with my 'swords' or I'd slow things down to entertain myself and annoy the sisters. I loved to cause things to fall and hold them in midair, freaking out the sisters. I awaited the time when I would leave this accursed place.