Reborn in the world I hate

Chapter 3: First life: Born to be alone...

The cries of a newborn could be heard throughout the house- a child whose destiny was doomed from the day they were conceived.

This child, though just born from the womb, was destined to be alone for the rest of their life.

How could one determine this simply from a child who had not even spoken its first word? How could one determine the Fate of this child?

--Age 5--

We see a pitiful child dressed extravagantly, with beautiful jewelry and expensive clothes covering their body...

but all these could offer the child no warmth; not the warmth of a mother who had unfortunately died and not the warmth of a father who ignored their existence.

Certainly not the warmth of a companion that they could truly trust.

Though only at the tender age of five the child knew the terrors of the world, how truly greedy humanity could be... yet they held hope for a future that they knew would never come true.

--Age 8--

The exasperated grunts and groans of someone could be heard from the training grounds of an extravagant manor. The pants of a man could be heard as he tried to catch his breath. The man's face was still with hate and loathing as he stared at the child he was fighting.

He could not believe that in his years and years of training and perfecting, he was beaten by a young child.

This was grounds for him to hate them and do everything in his power to embarrass them.

He knew there was no hope for him to do so, if this child was someone he could not simply touch without repercussions. He didn't know why, but simply looking at the child made him infuriated and filled him with a hunger to take this child's life.

The child did not know what they did wrong, they didn't know why they deserved such hate from the man. They truly wished others would give them looks of love or praise them, like they did others, but then it could never be this way.

When they opened their eyes to the sight of the man they'd won a fight against, holding a sword in his hand as he looked ready to kill or be killed...It was then that they realized maybe God Truly enjoyed toying with them.

--Age 13--

Slowly, the child grew into a teen and this teen went off to study at the Royal Academy. They had one simple wish; it was to make a friend- a friend that would stick by them no matter what. Someone they could trust with their life, someone who would never betray them.

It was in this way that the child learned that wishing and praying to the Gods would only bring him pain and suffering.

But the gods truly enjoyed playing with their emotions and dreams and that they were destined to be alone... and to suffer.

The games of the gods are never ending...

They won't stop until their thirst for the suffering of man is quenched... But when could that be...