Those Winged Devils

[In that moment the doll without her strings lowered her hands onto the heads of her most precious ones. She spoke „I will end this. We will end this." Three shining, fragile glass balls, drawn from destruction and death, slowly crept like a snake through the dimly moonlit room, passing all those broken dreams, this melted, bygone life, the supports once beloved ones and through the excited dancing, yet old and silent, dirty mist directly to our last duty.
We had to destroy the remnants of our rage, the root, the only remaining shell in which the panicked beating heart of our enemy braced for an end.
How pathetic. This look on his face which brought us so much pain, let us suffer and tore our small hearts and minds apart, driving us insane by taking so much of us: Love. Friendship. Brotherhood. Splash. Master's got a new carpet! Don't step on it, the paint is still fresh. Do you smell it? I want to puke.]
The seven year old Kiyoshi lives an unusual life. His parents are members in an omnious cult in Japan worshipping their 'master' and on top of that his brother has no clue of what's going on in the city. Good thing the masters children are devils, just like him.
A story of gore, violence, psychology, love, trust and overcoming all issues. But how do you defeat despair when it has already consumed your life?