GENESIS

PROLOGUE

My birth surprised my parents. I remember them saying that my eyes were like golden jewels in a pool of black. As most parents thought, their child was innocent. It knew nothing, talked in a silly language and drew attention to themselves. I started thinking as soon as I came into this world. Who were these people? How were colours formed? Was I a child?... Of course, a kid's fantasies always come to an end. We start thinking like bigger people, with larger brains and knowledge. I killed my parents the second I got my powers. I was five years old, my hands shaking as I looked down at those two bodies that only Healers could bring back to life. There were none in our village, so all I could do was... nothing. I fell on my knees, my hands splayed with blood. I didn't kill them. It was that thing inside of me, that black creature that flew out of my chest and evaporated my emotions. I control it, but I don't know what I'm saying. My tongue moves without me actually moving it myself. It was as if the monster somehow saw things while inside of me, and took over my soul. The villagers didn't throw me out. No, they knew it was a sin to rid a child so young and helpless. They drew no attention to me. It was as if I became invisible.'

'Many years passed, but I had no control of my inner demon. It grew on me, so I let it do whatever it wanted. I knew it had to be fed. So I let it loose, and it killed an entire village of people. Forty children and twenty adults. I had a huge burden on my shoulders, but I wasn't the one killing those people. It still grasped at my heart when I saw their eyes, right before the moment when giant claws slashed over their heads. It pained me, but it also grabbed at my soul's heart if my demon didn't feed. If it dies, so do I. And vice versa. There is no worse sin than to give in to your greed, and commit things others have never dreamed of doing.

Sooner or later, I would have enough. The world would extinguish because of my... monster! I thought of a solution at that moment. It took my voice to command it. So all I had to do was take it away, and my demon would be stored inside, or beaten to its weakest point. I travelled to a mage, one who didn't know of what I did. My eyes lingered over her table, where there were thousands of vials and bottles with different things: goblin eyes, dragon claws, green blood and orange juices. So many of them were disturbing, but I had done worse. 

She stared up at me. She was a quant, squat woman with dark hair fading from her old age. Her clothing choice was peculiar, and she bore many marks of writing along her arms and neck. She sat down. I nearly started crying, but instead I slammed my fists on the table.

'Please!' I begged, tears threatening on edge. I bobbed down on the floor, drawing a hand through my purple hair. The white streak in it fell over my eyes. Animals squeaked and clattered from the back, and I heard steam whistling from a kettle. The woman whistled through her front teeth, and a slow growl started towards me. I stood up, hands at my side and shaking. A huge dog sat at the edge of the mage's chair. The chin dribbled with saliva, and I could see yellow teeth from the gaps in its mouth.

'You want me... to take out your tongue?' She sighed, then hesitated, 'That sounds more like the payment'. I was certain, and I nodded my head to confirm. I clenched my fists, shoulders squared. There was no turning back now. She smiled and laughed in her wheezy voice. It reminded me of the steaming kettle in her kitchen. The woman reached out solemnly, and grasped my hand, her knuckles white and old. I tried to pull free, but she had an iron grip.

'Those eyes,' She whispered, grabbing my chin and pulling me closer, 'I want them'. I spasmed, falling backwards and shaking hard. My eyes... I was so shaken and startled to notice her taking out jars and ram shackles. I stood up again, chin high. I puffed out my chest, then deflated, because I knew this was what I wanted. The black dog was suddenly up against my leg and sniffing me. I drew back and pulled away my ankle which was under its head. I looked at her.

'Fine. But I also want to buy something from here.' I told her, shaking her hand to secure the deal.

I have never experienced such pain before. I screamed, my veins pulsing, my heart racing fast. She soon had two golden irises in a small yellow jar. I touched my face. When I looked down at my hands, I had so much blood on them that I nearly fainted. I could still see, but now all I had was a white eyeball with a black pupil in the middle. I locked my demon inside my soul and threw away the key. It never had to come out again. But little did I know it would be needed hundreds of years later...