Beginning.

As a child I lived in Japan. There I was happy. I even made a few friends. My mother let me play with them for as long as I wanted because she wasn't afraid for my safety, and I understood why. I was faster, stronger and smarter than normal kids.

I spent the most of my time looking at the sky from high places. I didn't go to a kindergarten, so I had a lot of free time. I didn't really go to the park, because the kids there were afraid of me, well, with the exception of one. A skinny, spiky brown haired boy named Issei wasn't afraid of me. Not even one bit. He always envied my power, and he always told me, that he will become stronger.

Even though he was a bit perverted at times, he always protected his friends. Including me, even though I didn't need it, so it goes without saying, we got in a lot of fights. Sometimes I even visited him at the house and played there. He was the only real friend I had.
I liked living like that.

My parents. My mother was an extra devil by the name of Eve. An ironic name for a devil, isn't it? My father was a human. I don't remember much about him. I know he was strong for a human. He always protected my mother. And He protected me.

The place we stayed at was a small apartment with 3 rooms. My mother had long, black hair and bright green eyes. She read my books before I fell asleep. They were always stories about adventurers who travel around the world and battle monsters and dragons. Those night time stories are my best memories.

Once, when I asked my mother why do people always want to fight dragons, she seemed a bit bewildered, then she smiled and answered – ''The Dragons are a symbol of power. The dragons were feared and people worshiped them. And from fear, power was born. People trained and made weapons to slay them. Remember, not all dragons are evil. The same is with us, devils, not all of us are evil.''

My mother looked a bit sad inside, but she told me not to worry, because everything is alright. And I believed her.

But that was wrong.
Nothing was alright.

One night, when I was 9 years old, the devils came to our apartment. They were there to kill my mother. My mother protected me, and my father protected my mother.

Those humans are amazing. A single human, my father, bought us enough time to escape from strong devils.

The scene of my father fighting was burned into my heart. His bloody face, his scars, his screams, but from him I got my conviction. To become strong. To protect my mother. Ever since that day , I promised myself to never cry. And I never did.

After that, my mother used her contacts with the underworld and we moved there. The devils who killed my father were never found. All I remember about them is that they had a tattoo of a firefly on their hands.

My life in hell was hell. Quite ironic. In the human world I was stronger than average children, but down here I was the weakest. I always got bullied. Bullying in the underworld was a lot more painful than in human world. They used me to test new spells and moves, of course I dodged them and when I could I attacked back, but it usually didn't work. The talented pure bloods were strong without training.

I trained. I trained harder than anyone. I spent weeks in mountains, not going to school and training, surviving and concentrating. I was good at magic. I didn't really like using devil powers, but that was the only thing I could use. I could control magic, but my magic power reserves were low.

When I was smaller I always observed my father training. He was ex-military, a mercenary. He would spar with his friends, so I still remember the way they fought. That was all I needed to start training in martial arts. If he could be so strong as a human, I can be stronger.

Other than training, I read books. A lot of books. Books about everything. Novels, poems, and books about power. I got my hands on an old senjutsu book, It took a lot of time and patience, but I learned the basics.

I developed a handful of skills that helped me in everyday life.

My mother was becoming sicker with every coming day. She blamed herself for the death of my father and she was getting eaten from inside by her guilt. By the time I turned 15, she barely even moved, and when she did, it was to eat.

I never did tell her the truth about school. I always told her I had friends and I had fun. When I went training, I told her I was staying at a friends house. With time, I had become stronger than those of my class. My training overrode their talent, and they couldn't bully me anymore.

They didn't like that.

I shouldn't have showed off. I should have laid low.

One day after training, they were at my house. They found out about everything. About me being a half-devil and about my mother.

I blacked out and beat them by an inch of their lifes.

I didn't sleep since that day, I waited. Waited for them to come. And they came.

They came for my mothers life, but this time, I was ready.

My mother didn't really care about her life. I heard her beg , to just keep me alive. I released my anger and shattered the house to pieces while taking my mother outside.

I put her down in the grass and started fighting with everything I had. I killed few using magic attacks, but as soon my magic reserves were empty, they got the upper hand. The man who killed my father, the strongest of the bunch made me watch him kill my mother.

From far away I heard the cries of a small boy.

It was me.

They just left me there. I don't really know how long, but before long I noticed someone looking down on me.

It was my father.

I didn't even remember his face, it was a shadow, but he started to talk to me.

''You couldn't protect your mother then, and you couldn't now. I'm disappointed.'' – He pointed his finger at me- '' You promised me you will become strong. You promised to never cry. You promised to protect your own mother.''

My father had dropped down on his knee, still looking down on me.

''..What the hell are you talking about?'' I spit out blood from my mouth. – ''Your not real, and I didn't promise you anything, you couldn't have heard me, and even if you could, I didn't say it out loud. Stop bullshiting me.''

''Well then...'' The shadow ,who was talking in the voice of my father, got up. – ''I guess you really did go insane.''

He started laughing.

''But listen, don't you want revenge? ''

''..Yeah, I want to kill them.''- I got up on one knee.

''Then get up, and run. You need to become stronger. The servants of those who you beat half to death are coming for you.''

I got up. My body was covered with bruises. I started to running.

I looked back at the man of Shadows.

It wasn't a shadow anymore. It was a middle aged man with blonde hair, brown eyes and a slight stubble. His hair was short and spiky.

I finally remembered the face of my father.

I won't turn back now.

I woke up. All of my joints were stiff. I looked around. I was in a hospital room. A cute looking nurse that was walking trough the corridor looked at me, surprised. She came and spoke to me.

''I didn't really expect for you to be up this soon, Mr. Ayato.'' - She smiled at me -''Please, try to not move around too much, we need to run some tests, plus your joints are stiff.''

She looked at my confused face. -'' Don't worry. You are in the Fallen Angel hospital. I can't imagine what you went trough, but it's over now. Go back to sleep, I will contact the ones who put you here.'' - She smiled, and started walking away.

''Please, tell me, how long was I out?'' - My head was still spinning.

''About a week.''

I fell back on the bed. I looked at my collarbone. There was the mark of Ouroboros.

''So it wasn't a dream, huh.''

Second chapter of Ouroboros, the past is now revealed.
For the future, you can expect training with Vali, a meeting with a certain governor and Ophis. A lot more Ophis.