The Awakened

Prologue

 The air was still, a bit of breeze traveled through the street, carrying small trash around and slightly tilting the bin to one side, until it fell with a clang and the street was even more littered with garbage.

 A young man with straight black hair that was buzzed around the sides, probably in his late teen, in casual clothes was walking on the street, nothing unusual except for the silver chains around his right arm. A silver cross hanged from each fingers and the wrist. His neck was holding the seventh cross, hanging from small golden chain. The breeze stiffened a bit, clearing his path.

 As he strolled on, the street lights around revealed a figure around a corner. It was another man, bulky in stature and holding a knife. The big man's eyes glinted in red hue for a moment and his face curled to a maniacal smile, "Well, well. Isn't it dangerous to wander around this part of the city at this hour, boy?". The young man stopped, but was silent. "What about we keep it quiet and simple, eh? Don't worry, won't take your money." The big man continued, licking his lips, "i just need your help in... something". The big man slowly approached the young one, his one hand holding his knife while the other was around his crotch, which was bulging a bit. As he stood in front of the other man, he quietly whispered, "Don't make a sound or even try to run away, I don't wanna make it harder than it needs to be..." his hand moved around the boy's waist and touched his buttocks, " ...wouldn't it be bad if these beauties and your throat were sliced up?" Then he placed his other hand on the iron fence next to two of them, twisted his wrists and the knife sliced the fence like cutting a thread. "Please, hold your voice in, cause I'll be trying my hardest to make you scream!" He was starting to drool from the side of his lip, "So, will you get out of your pants yourself or should i yank it down myself?"

 The young man raised his head and looked back at the pervert's eyes, his eyes were glowing in bright golden hue, "O heavens do have mercy on this soul, for his ways are wrong and his will is foul". The pervert laughed and yelled in disgusting tone, "Hah, yes do PRAY, i wanna see you writhing and crying as you scream for help", then he tried to grab the boy's crotch, but was instead pushed back to the ground...by a strong gust.

 The pervert grunted, looked above and his jaw dropped in horror, for the man standing before him was enveloped in thick mist of golden light that gently resonated around him, causing the man's hair to stand. "The light of justice will smite thee and from thine ashes shall arise the means that your soul shall repent!", the young man continued, the cross hanging from his little-finger started to glow brightly, as the golden mist around him coalesced behind him, forming an evangelical entity.

 The entity was three meters tall, floating above the street. It resembled a young boy, blindfolded with dark cloth, its skin was alabaster and its clothes were modest. Four pairs of giant wings sprouted from its back and curled around it; their feathers were inscribed with glowing blue runes, yet they themselves flowed with golden light. The entity held a golden scale in its right hand, raising it above its head, and held its other arm before its forehead, as if it was praying.

 The mere presence of this entity caused massive winds that cleared the street of littering trash, so strong that it felt like countless needles poking at the pervert's skin. "W-W-What are you?", he whispered with horror in his voice, "H-How c-can you have this m-m-much mana?" "Who knows? You may ponder it in hell", giant shimmering sphere of light formed in the air and crashed down on the sinful, cutting its screams for help short. Moments later, police came into the scene, and found nothing but a corpse in the middle of a blasted street.

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 In a nearby flat, a boy was crying in his bed. It hurt, it hurt so much... yet it was so numb that he barely felt anything. Inside him, it seemed as if something was ripped away, and was replaced with something so sickening, so disgusting, so horrid and so, so very wrong. The boy just wanted it to end, all of it to end... A sudden boom thundered nearby, knocking him off of his thoughts. He slowly got up from his dirty bed, his legs barely moved. He struggled to the window and saw the street devastated, as if a bomb had been detonated. He then saw a body in the middle of the crater, it was his father, a man who tormented him for who knows how long, a man who had just left his home to prey on boys other than his own son for the first time in 14 years. There he was now, lifeless on the ground and standing before him was a young man with straight black hair. The man suddenly turned his head and gazed directly to the boy, his eyes glowing bright gold. The boy then felt a small warmth inside, his pain was slowly subsiding. But it was no mere numbness, it was cleansing him from inside. Small tear trickled down his bruised cheek and dropped on the window shelf. He had never felt this ease before. He wiped his tear and blinked, but then the man was nowhere to be seen. The boy looked around, but only saw the cops pulling in to the street. He crammed back to his bed, put on his clothes and gathered whatever few things he knew was his. Then he looked around and saw the photo of his father on the wall. Without blinking, he opened the door and left the place.