Beast soul : Black Spirit

Chapter -000 Yuuto Story

Before ten years,

I was only seven years old when my parents died.

The same thoughts circle over in my mind but the pain never gets old.

It happens so often that l feel like l have been living in the past for most of my present.

The only thing that keeps me in this moment is the spite that burns in me.

Every emotion and every memory that surfaces in my mind takes away a little piece of my compassion.

My resolve falters and my humanity withers.

I guess I could stand to compare myself to those monsters in this way to be a brave and strongest boy.

How can I try to be the brave and strongest survivor from the monster feeling of complete terror that l had felt that day?

The terror that still has me waking up in the middle of the night covered in sweat and tears is not time for tears but l am now weak.

Each bloody angry scream was etched into my mind leaving a psychological stain that had only one friend.

One that l have been searching for my entire life.

And today especially l cannot seem to keep the memories from flooding back.

Especially since l not saw my father die body but l saw my mother die body which means my father was alive or dead maybe a monster ate my father.

Starting back at me in the mirror.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul locked by a powerful chain found out the key of the power chain.

A phrase that does not pertain to me in the slightest.

My eyes had never held genuine emotion since that day.

I doubt they ever will again.

We lived in a small town in Tokyo surrounded by the heavy rand, and daylily visitors.

I can still remember waking up to a lush green scenery surrounded by acres of evergreens.

Living a normal life, doing normal day-to-day tasks, and I struggle to remember how it felt but l believe feeling like Today is a bad day.

I say we were normal, but I suppose to

Other we would be considered unique. Despite my seemingly classic upbringing, I should mention that our family had been harbouring a big secret.

A secret that always gripped us in a certain level of danger.

My family were monsters hunters l get not get it twisted.

They were not types of hunters but I can care type of hunters who searched for the past and secret of the monster is known as phototypes x because not known are human or monsters they hoped to find evidence proving a legend they heard in the veins of all mysterious creatures like bigfoot believer they.

I will assure you that monsters are very real and they are not the glittery fantasy creatures from legends that most teenage boys and girls make out to be.

They are real and they are pmmorewpowerfulhan human weaponThroughout the highest, story photos x attacks and massacres have been recorded in olden books and journals.

In the modern day is a big deal these attacks have persisted but with the rise of a uniform government.

A secret society between modern society outside humans is not known about secret society found the secret of phototypes x the secret society of armed forces was created to ensure the safety of our population.

And my family, in particular, were not just any phototypes x hunters.

they were the most skilled hunters to ever train in the forces.

They have killed some of the most powerful phototypes x in history.

Monster hunters call a phototype x because not known is a monster or human.

I cannot recount how many times my parents attacked throughout...

my childhood was never about my parent was died by prototype x but correct or not correct.

Thought my parents were always prepared for any situation that was thrown at them and our safety was ensured by the government that heavily gated territory.

We were protected.

We were supposed to be protected

All though...

That night my father taught me how to use a sword for the first time I was a natural, being that I had his blood coursing through my veins.

Afterwards, I was sent off to bed with my mom telling me a story.

I remember starting to sleep. I remember it was then I heard the weird sound I never heard from the kitchen followed by a series of terrifying screams that until this day I couldn't seem to forget.

I threw aside my covers and ran to the source without any situation of danger or death I could face.

The scene that I remember next will forever be engraved into my memory.

My mother lying on the floor....blood pooling from her throat-legs twisted in ways too grotesque to even utter out loud.

My mother's blood covered my face. That time I was cannot speak. My mouth was attached after the blood of my mother and see my mother is lying.

I remember my desperate cry and how to hand my knees hit the ground next to her.

She was still conscious, still reaching for my face but the amount of blood she had lost left me hysterical as I reached out to compress her wound.

She looked at me with tears in her eye and gave me the most painful look before she turned still.

Painful not because of the pain she was in but painful. Because she mastered a smile before leaving me.

With him, my arm gets hurt too badly and I escape from the backdoor of our house.

I ran away from the house and saw After escaping from the back door of our house was completely burned in the surround of the house.

Wishes that I had stayed with my father that night.

Maybe then I wouldn't have to live with this pain in my chest every time I remember his desperate voice. His Hazel eye.

Many years have passed since then and I am remembered as a survivor of a burning house.

The day that his parents passed away.

After ten years.

In dragon kin cafe
12 June 2014 [Thursday]
13:02,

I was doing work in a cafe as an item of fantasy creaturesres dragon for income and  eating in same cafe this time for eating my meals I very hungry. I started eating my meal but someone wants to meet me but I was not chosen.

I said yes you can come. And I was thinking about who want to meet at mealtime. When I started eating my meal this is the wrong time.

One boy appearance like a boy who wears a black T-shirt with a water design, blue half pants a sports brown shoes.