Prologue: Simply, One hell of a kid.

The boy ran through the streets, his feet pounded against the ground and his legs ached, while his lungs burned like a wildfire. He had no idea how long he was running from those bastards now. Felt like forever, if he kept on running like this he'd drop dead from cardiac arrest... if he could.

"Oi! There's da bastard!" A man shouted, his speech slurred by the several drinks of alcohol he'd consumed this evening. "Shoot'im!" He shouted and the boy heard the clicking of a weapon's trigger being pulled, he didn't know how but he felt a jolt of pain hit him in the chest and he cried out in agony and fell to the ground. He didn't move, he couldn't move… it was too much to ask of him. Tears welled up in his eyes as the pain sunk in, but he choked and couldn't scream. He looked to the sky and took note of a figure garbed in pure red… then he closed his eyes for a moment.

"Ey! We got'im!" The same man laughed as he charged over to the boy's body, sprawled onto the street. He studied him with half-closed eyes then spit on the boy's corpse before giving it a kick in the side. He then started to walk away. "That'll teach him…" He mumbled over and over to himself as he returned to his buddies, eyes widened with horror as they witnessed their drunken friend kill an innocent boy.

The boy let out a sniffle, and moved his arms to force himself to get up, a slow and seemingly futile movement, as he faltered and fumbled back to the ground. He let out a pained growl and slowly got to his feet. "That'll teach me?" He asked as he stumbled towards the drunken man who turned around and looked like he just sobered up. "That'll teach me!?" The boy questioned again with a growl and his eyes burned a bright shade of Magenta, he laughed voraciously and lunged at the man, who barely had a chance to struggle before the boy-freak bit into the man's flesh. Light-ribbons in the hue of red emitted from the man's body as his soul was consumed by the boy. The ribbons were his soul, then they connected with the boy, their light eventually dissipated and his hunger was temporarily be sated with the new consumption of yet another soul.

He let go as the man started to fall backward, eyes wide open in shock and horror. This got a laugh out of the sadistic but young demon. His eye narrowed as he raised his head slightly and looked up at the three other humans who had been chasing the man who was chasing the demon.

"What are you?!" The men screamed and ran away, fleeing for their lives, leaving their dead friend and the horrifying creature behind.

"Me?" He asked and smirked. "I'm simply, one hell of a kid." He stated and started to walk away but was cut off by the direct intervention of a divine creature apparent… a grim-reaper who was not doing his job. The grim reaper was also dressed in red with feminine clothing, how very so indecent and repulsive.

"Oh! Such, bitter and cold resentment without and semblance of remorse! BASSY… LOVE ME!" The man called to the boy and the he reeled back in disgust as the creature tried to lay hands on him, it was against law to kill a creature like this… but he punched the Reaper in the face and brushed his hands off as it flew backwards and onto the ground.

"You disgusting and pathetic creature" He states and starts to walk away, his hands in his pockets and the hole in his body began to seal. "For the record, my name is Caleb, not BASSY!" He mocked the Reaper as he put emphasis on the last word then faded into the shadows of night.

"Wait!" The Reaper shouted as he walked away… but the boy was already gone.