Red Jewel

- Prologue -

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"Where am I?" A soft quiet voice pierced the darkness. The little creature couldn't see anything as it attempted to look around, whether due to a lack of light, or merely the absence of color and depth. Yet still, a attempt was made to pinpoint the existence of anything within the darkness.

A set of red eyes watched the small creature with curiosity. Seeing through the darkness that the little creature could not.

Said little creature was an adorable child. Soft black hair and a pair of distinct reddish-brown eyes. Upon closer inspection, the red eyes could make out the malnourished state of the child's body. They were small, shorter than most five-year-olds', and skinny—so skinny, the glaring red eyes were sure he could count the child's ribs even through fabric.

The most intriguing thing however was that the child was in possession of an "eerie gaze." An almost dead-look in the boy's sharp eyes. A look that said he had given up, and was tired. And yet...

The red eyes followed the child that was somehow walking around in his presence. He was a god, even if he was sealed, and one which was the embodiment of the very thing humans did not want.

The being had witnessed it many times before. When a human was graced with his presence, they first struggled to breathe. As if they were being suffocated by his presence.

Their hearts would sink, and shivers would rack their shaking bodies as their ears felt like they were about to explode as his voice reached them.

Humans had always cowered before him. Given some sort of reaction when thrust into his presence. He was after all a god, and one that filled them with instinctual fear. Not even the Demonic Race which worshiped him was safe from that instinctual fear.

And yet here there was, a small human child who didn't seem the least bit affected by him.

"Hello?" The child echoed again. "Excuse me, is anyone there?"

The god was intrigued.

"Hello, little human," He spoke in attempted softness holding back a chuckle as the child jumped, "are you lost?"

"Wha?!" The child exclaimed spinning around in the darkness it could not see past. "Excuse me, Mister, but where are you?"

The god pondered how to respond. Watching the confused child grow dizzy from spinning, he sighed and drew closer. Moving a large hand to still the child, he caressed his back.

"Oh! Wha?!" The child gasped before he could respond. "You're huge! What are you, Mister Black Hand? Do you have a face or are you just a talking black hand?"

The god felt exasperated as the small human child pulled on his fingers buzzing with curiosity, which seemed to have appeared out of the child's exhaustion from nowhere.

"You are asking the wrong question, Child." He said. "It's who I am that you should be asking."

The child nodded in the darkness. "Okay, then. Who are you?"

The god smiled. Bringing their voice to whisper into the child's ear, "I am wickedness."

"Huh?"