The truth

Experimenting

When the deities Izanagi and Izanami created the world, its life grew after that, so much that existence had to be split into 6 realms, from which each of them a fundamental beast to embody its full power. Along with them, a god was designated for each of these realms, for the most part at least...

With life, so came death, sin, and virtue. And the deceased souls needed a place to rest or be punished accordingly. The answer was letting the righteous souls ascend to the realm of the gods: the. In turn one of these realms became a sentence for all those sinners who committed atrocities in life: The Jigoku.

This hellish landscape extended and divided into 7 sections, Seven rings—each with a ruler. Not unlike Heaven, the Jigoku grew not only with sinful souls but with its people: Demons, from low devils to high-class powerful demons. And the birth of one of them was the point cero of an unprecedented event.

A woman of porcelain skin and dark purple hair laid on a bed. One of her long straight locks covered one of her sky-blue eyes. She was sweating and letting out sporadic shouts of pain. Beside her, a Man with wild red hair and pitch-black eyes, dressed in lustrous clothes and holding the woman's hand. Monstrous creatures surrounded them, Yokai servants brought to deliver the newborn baby.

"Push mistress!"

"I see the head!... oh... oh overlords..."

"What is it?" The man asked in equal annoyance and concern.

"t...the umbilical cord... it's wrapped around the neck."

The woman's eyes went wide in horror. "No.... no, no, please no..."

But what happened after shocked everyone beyond belief. The baby gripped his tiny hands on the cord and untied it without help. The parents and Yokai stared in astonishment. After a couple more seconds, one of the spirits cut the cord and cleared their ectoplasmic throat. "It's a boy... congratulations sire, mistress." They bowed their heads and backed away to give them space.

"Azthoth... it's a miracle." The woman smiled between tears as she held her baby.

"Thalia..." Azthoth reached his hand down. The baby opened his eyes, sky blue just like his mother. He held his father's finger on his tiny hands, looking up at him with curiosity. "He has your eyes... what should we name him?"

"I got an idea..." She looked down at her son joyfully. "Artemis. Let's name him Artemis."

"Artemis Tsumi.... You're extraordinary my son."

Yet this was only the beginning.

As Artemis grew up, so did his unparalleled mind. He learned to read by the age of 2 and when he was 5, he had already finished every book available on his enormous house library and became an expert chess player. No matter who his parents brought to challenge him, every game would end up in checkmate, they were extremely proud of their child.

And Artemis was profoundly bored. As a 12-year-old demon, he had displayed wild crimson hair similar to his father. As a prodigy child with a prodigious brain, life had become monotonous to him. But what could be worse than dullness?

Condescendence.

"The Tsumi kid? He's just another spoiled brat"

"He's lucky he was born into a rich family."

"He'll probably grow rotten."

Upon hearing all these words, Artemis looked down at his hands with wide eyes. It didn't matter how much he accomplished, or how incredible his intellect was, he would always be seen as a high society child who got everything given in a silver spoon.