Ashes Chapter 1: a lost soul in a broken city.
Hans just woke. He knew his name was Hans, but nothing more. Dressed in converses and a battered trench coat he got up and stared at his vermilion crimson fingers...
'Kill me, reap the blessing as it comes forth.Just pull out the knife and with left hand, dig unto the source of my pain and share it. You will be my host, and i your parasite. But even blessings have their hidden curse- death is merely a crossing of worlds'.
...It echoed and resonated furiously, burning the hollow chasm of a brain. Hate. That was his name. He tilted his head with a snarl of pain and saw two pristine wings, like a cherub. They seemed to emulate a halo of their own, in contrast to the burning grey halo Hans possessed. He could only see his face- no one else. It burned red with blood. Horns. Teeth like daggers. Strange tear marks scored down his face with knives. It was him, but it was not. He got up and walked into the ruins of what read 'Deathlyville'.
After hours of walking through uninhabited wasteland he caught sight of a light, though distorted by the heat and the bricks and broken structures [maybe even insanity] it was a light nonetheless.
'A favour', his bloodied mouth whispered. Then he ironically collapsed at the gates. The vulture dust drank his blood with its myriad of fiery tongues.
'Hi, I'm Lilly Von Morclea, Who are you? Just found you on the outside of nowhere! Yikes, you even have wings!', woke Hans, coming from an obnoxious seeming brunette with blue eyes.
' Long story', mumbled Hans.
