Chapter 1
Yu, a name that was given to him, a human artificial, a monster, a sacrifice tool to the unknown god.
Are you awake? Raise your hand if you're awake.
That was the first thing he heard after his awakening. A voice that seemed so far in the deepest pool of darkness, echoed inside his head. Slowly he raised his hand as the other asked for. Then the person has a sort of expression on his face what he later has learned being called by human as happiness.
I'm so happy. 'Cause I thought, I was the only one.
With a happy smile, the boy above him continued with his speech.
They call you, Yu.
Yu?
With his rose hand, he pointed at the other.
Eh, me? It's kinda embarrassing, but they call me, Alma.
Alma, a created disciple like himself but the boy was the totally opposite of him. Always smiling, always laughing, to carry such happiness in a dark place like this, idiotic moron. And crying. So easily, Alma would let everything he felt even the smallest things out like breathing. It was so annoying. His heart would fill with disgust every time Yu looked at his other test subject.
'Why in the world am I here?' A thought that he could not speak aloud and yet a question that he knew the answer very well.
Weapons of malignance, "Akuma", the millennium earl, exorcists, Innocence all of them were Reasons why they exist. In a world where everything has been set up for them, prepared and predetermined without escape. At a very dark and deep underground pit.
'Why are you so happy?' There was time when he wants to ask such kind of question. Because they were created in a dark world, so he couldn't understand why Alma could carry a sun within him.
Anger, feeling that was familiar to him now, towards the world, towards the Innocence and towards a boy with a scar across his nose, with a soft smile that seemed to bright him every time he saw it. And… helplessness.
The world around him was dark and heavy. It was hard to breathe in the thick air of this endlessness. In his heart there were pains that the boy didn't know how to descript, it ached because of something he couldn't recognized. How he wished to fall into the cold slumber again, in the hole where everything began.