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When He noticed the soul for the first time, it was only because of how quickly it flickered out. Lifetime after lifetime, the boy burnt bright and swift.
He had watched civilisations rise and crumble to dust. He had no memory of His own beginning, if such a thing had ever occurred. He had been called god, demon, spirit, myth. But none of these were true, or all of them were, and He had stopped caring about the distinction millennia ago. Walking among humans, He wore names like clothing, temporary and convenient. This time, He would call Himself Ren Hayashi. It meant nothing to Him, but it would mean everything to Dante Baptiste.
CONTENT WARNINGS: death, violence, blood/gore, age gap & strong language