Chp.1. - Lass

In Blackcrosstown, the kingdom of Kanavan, the houses were being torn and burnt, and mountains of corpses of humans were being devoured and absorbed by the dark Anmons and several other beings.

"Hah….?" His body covered in countless gashes and scratches, Lass slowly raised up his gaze from the crimson-covered ground and looked upwards to the Dark Lady, Kaze'aze.

"I said, I will let you have revenge, Lass." The Dark Lady repeated herself patiently, however still greatly irritated that the boy did not believe her – not yet.

"I will let you taste sweet vengeance…… I will lead you to the imbeciles that tortured and killed your family years ago."

With an obvious effort, Lass managed to picked himself up from the ground. He coughed up some blood several times, and looked at Kaze'aze. Lass' pair of piercing eyes were filled with rage, and the emotion made his eyes look dull red.

"How do you even know my name? How the hell did you know my family was killed?"

The boy's questions struck the evil Queen as incredibly comedic. Smiling inside her mind, she was about to chuckle, but then she realized that doing so would be a grave mistake. The boy has no knowledge of the strange ways of the world, she reasoned with herself. It would not be wise to laugh at him now and give him the impression that I am a liar and an imposter.

With an effort, Kaze'aze managed to hide her smile, and continued in her usual rigid, cold-hearted manner.

"I am no monster, boy, and I am merely offering you a chance of your lifetime."

"I've seen what you've done to those people! Not all the humans were having honest lives, but some of them still led their lives with happiness!"

Overcome by rage yet again, the silver-haired boy threw a pair of shurikens at the dark Queen. The Dark Lady did not even move , yet the shurikens were tossed aside by an invisible force of energy. Coughing out blood, Lass rested his back against the stone wall behind him.

"I already know the truth of what happened, imposter. The village was attacked by a group of rogue Gorgons. My mother and my sister were simply in the middle of it!"

Then Kaze'aze realized the significance of what the boy was saying. The boy did not know anything. He had no knowledge whatsoever of what horrible creatures humans were. He still believed in them.

"Of course, they were not telling the truth."

Kaze'aze replied bitterly.

Lass opened his mouth to object, but the Dark Lady cut him short.

"I have the whole incident, recorded, right here in my memories."

Pointing at her head, Kaze'aze smiled. It was not a heartily smile, but rather what-did-i-tell-you-you-idiot-boy smile.

Obviously surprised, Lass' mouth hanged open. However, he quickly recovered after realizing that there wasn't a way to prove it – not in any way he knew of.

"How do I know that you saw it? I can't see through your memory!"

"Oh, but you can."

Her unexpected reply caught Lass off guard. His injuries suddenly got the better of him yet again. He coughed up even more blood, and felt the need of support even when laying his back down on a stone wall.

"I will simply project my memories to this magic orb – as you know, magic orbs never lie, never – so that you will be able to see it."

The dark Queen took out her orb, smiling to herself. The boy did not realize the she knew everything. Everything related to darkness of heart, anyways.

"Witness, boy, what happened to your lovely mother and sister on that fateful day."

Kaze'aze's hand lightly touched the orb, and rays of light started coming out of it. Lass felt himself falling, even though he was on a flat surface, and the heat he felt forced his consciousness to fade away slowly.


Kill!Kill!Kill!Kill!

Startled by the sudden noise, Lass awoke. Surprisingly, the village where he and Kaze'aze were at was gone, and the scenery had changed. He was in yet another village, but the houses looked older, smaller.

"Where is this…..?"

His injuries seemed to have been healed. He moved around his legs, testing them.

"ah….."

Then it hit him. He was inside the Dark Lady's orb, her memories. Inside the truth of what happened to his mother and sister….. Where were they, anyways?

Then he noticed the mob of people who were shouting out "kill" repeatedly. They were surrounding a house, a house that Lass recognized very clearly….. It was the very house that Lass had lived of in his younger years.

"Wha….. What the heck are you people do-"

His sentence was cut off half-way as three men came out of the house, shouting out some angry words. However, they were not coming out alone. They were dragging two figures – one small, one bigger – along with them. There they were, being dragged by those men- they were Lass' mother and sister.

"Please, show mercy!"

Lass' mother was crying, on her knees and begging for mercy. Drops of tears trickled down her cheeks. One of the men kicked her full in the stomach.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

The angry Lass bellowed on top of his lungs. He ran over to the man, and kicked his face as hard as he could. Of course, his kick just went through the man like he was a ghost.

The next event happened all too quickly. A man with a golden necklace on his neck grabbed the little girl – Lass' sister – and stabbed her with a small dagger.

"NO!"

Lass waved his hands at his sister, desperately trying to grab her. Blood was everywhere. The little girl did not even have time to scream. She still gagging and coughing out blood when the man kicked her hard, sending her flying.

The man was laughing hysterically, resembling a maniac.

"Die, Half-Demons! You don't deserve to live!"

Throwing the little girl's body aside, the man now approached Lass' mother. Lass' mother, who tried to get to her daughter, was kicked back by several men. Tears were flowing down the woman's cheeks, and Lass' cheeks were already full of them.

"NO! NO! NO! WHAT DID WE EVER DO TO YOU?"

Lass' mother shouted the words before Lass could get them out of his mouth. Perhaps it was better – as they couldn't see or hear anything Lass did there – or perhaps it was not.

"Your sin is your existence! You are accursed creatures!"

Grinning, the man raised his spear and slashed at the poor woman kneeling on the floor. Blood was everywhere, and all the blood was from Lass' lost family.

Lass tried to hit the man again, though knowing that it was futile. Even as he was punching, the man raised his spear, and struck, this time with full force. Lass saw his mother getting pierced by the pointed top. His mother's blood trickled down to the floor. Lass' mother was motionless for a few seconds, then collapsed.

"No…..No……No…..No….."

Lass muttered "no" frequently as if the words would magically bring his mother back , and maybe somewhere in the back of his mind, he was hoping that they would.

"The Demons are dead!"

The man with the golden necklace shouted out loud to the crowd. Lass looked upward slowly to the man. He swore to himself that he would remember the man's face. He was grinning, the man. The man was enjoying it, enjoying killing helpless people. Lass was just about to see the man's clearly when he suddenly felt a rush of heat inside him. The same kind when he fall into this accursed piece of memory.

"Gahhhh……."

He felt it getting hotter inside of him, stronger. He felt immense pain – and was surrounded by a ray of light yet again. However, it was not the kind of light that made him experience the Dark Lady's memories. It was fiery and painful even after Lass closed his eyelids. He felt exactly the opposite of when he first resonated with the orb's power. This time, he was getting sucked in. His body was trying to go forward, but Lass did not let it do so until he caught a closer glance of the man's necklace.

It was a simple decoration, a golden horse in the middle of a circular ring, filled with diamonds.

With his last ounce of strength left, Lass shouted while crying.

"YOU SHALL PAY!"


This time, Lass did not pass out when he came back, tears still coming out of his eyes.

"So, how was it? Do you realize how horrible the minds of humans are?"

"They kill helpless and poor creatures like your mother and sister, just for the reason that there was a bit of demon blood in your family. Then they run and beg for their lives when stronger, bigger creatures chase them for what they did, and then backstab them when they're spared from their well-deserved punishment! They make wars, fighting for each other's lands! They are creatures that cannot improve. Their kind must be annihilated. Even the earth hates them. They use Gaia's gifts to the world as they see fit, and they sacrifice the gifts for their comfort. They must be annihilated, crushed, for what they are. They cannot make peace with the world!"

Lass' eyes were bloody blue again – but this time with a hint of darkness. He started laughing like a madman while tears trickled down his face.

"I see, I see now!"

Darkness slowly consumed his eyes –

"I see!"

His eyes grew even colder, bloodier-

"Monsters! They are truly monsters!"

And all his feelings for humanity disappeared.

He was still laughing his empty laughs when he abruptly kneeled in front of the Dark Lady.

"I will serve you, my lady. You have shown me the truth of the world."

Kaze'aze smiled at Lass. This time a hint of warmness- rather, a hint of satisfaction – could be felt.

"And your help shall be greatly rewarded."