chapter 1

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Aoto was 8 when he first saw a corpse, it was bloodied and mangled beyond recognition, despite that Aoto knew it was his mother, even if her eyes were gouged out he would never forget his mother . 

                            -TIMESKIP- 

It was November, winter had just begun the trees , bare branches coated in a thin layer of snow the wind was icy cold, it looked like a winter wonderland ,a perfect snowy paradise.... 

except paradise had no place place for devils. and that was what aoto was a devil, not by his own fault but his family, after his mother had been killed in cold blooded murder aoto learned the true meaning of despair. locked in that cell for days upon end only to be brought to another kind of hell. Aoto quickly realized that in order to survive you did well to keep your mouth shut. 

it was a place filled with children orphans to be exact , they were taught the art of how to kill and most importantly how to get away with it....... 

once they had completed their brutal training they were pitted against each other to fight and only one would make it out alive, it was a bloodbath,  stainless steel walls covered and splattered in red.        

 Bodies lay every were, no one batted an eyelid, when the people they had grew up with and seen so many times died, after all this was was a dog eat dog world and a hungry wolf will eat a rabbit. 


Aoto should have died that day...he would have died that day but he didnt his bleeding body was mercilesly  dragged through the pile of corpses.   

in truth aoto had hoped to die in fact he relished it he couldnt wait because satan was kinder than living so when he was stitched up and thrown in that cell once more he couldnt help but envy the others 

Aoto was sleeping until he was awokened by a noise, then a hand hit the base of neck and his head hit the floor his vision was blurry but he could just make out a face peering at him all he could see in the semi illuminated room  was the long scar on the mans face a ghastly smile forming on his face   

-Tsumugi 

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