Prologue 01

Last day of June, year 4022

In a rental apartment, an apartment is a lot to say because it is nothing more than a room of the lowest category, a simple room of 4m on all sides and its bathroom with only a failed toilet, full of excrement already rotting and full of flies and worms; the room looked more like a prison room in a third world country, but one of the poorest places that could exist. A true burrowing rat, on the outskirts, reigns the chaos, discrimination, hunger, death.

A winter night

A cold, night in bitter loneliness emerges negative emotions from the depths of the mind.

Many people when they find out that the deadline of their life is coming to an end panic, they regret the things they could not do or things like that; others who met their goals die a quiet death if you can call it that; But for a woman who was cursed by humans even before she saw the light, being persecuted within her mother's womb; her father dying to give her wife an escape route, being cannon fodder for the executioners. She constantly traveled to remote places to hide, small towns; trying to stay away from cities and civilization; The few friends they had, risking their lives, helped them by providing food, shelters, and information; But as always, a betrayal happens in this story to take the last relative that was left in this world; Some managed to escape but others, persevered in the loyalty of friendship, having as reward torture impossible to describe because of the explicitness of the acts.

Without relatives, without someone close to whom to trust; when death was coming, she felt a mixture of emotions; on the one hand, the blessing, a longing for freedom, the peace that he so desired; but on the other, only pain, infinite remorse.

(I am not interested in living, I don´t want to continue living this way, in this damned and rotten world; all human beings are nothing more than parasites, selfish and greedy, THIS DAMNED WORLD AND THE GARBAGE OF ITS INHABITANTS CAN GO TO HELL).

The forces leave her little by little, her vitality is quickly consumed.

(And to think that, in the past, my ancestors were treated as heroes, saviors of humanity, respected by all, admired ... uhmm; now their descendants treat them as if it were an aberration as if we were the demons, those who my ancestors expelled at that time; now, me and my friends, any close or distant relative, all of them are persecuted, tortured, who knows what else they will do to them; I just hope they give them a quick death ……).

“Cough, cough”, (I can't speak anymore, I can only write my last words in this diary, I can't move my body just my arms a little bit, but I suffer…… feel how I write… read ----_____)

Drop

The piece of paper along with a pencil falls from her fragile and bony hands

(Shit, I lose my strength, what a weakness; this is how I am going to die, this way.)

Death is the beginning of the next life; From our actions and decisions made throughout life, it will be decided whether I go to heaven, purgatory, or hell, that's what the bible says; for some, it is a trip to another world or nothing.

The old woman whose skin is as pale as a sheet of paper, so thin, her bones could be seen from lack of nutrients, her eyes lose their focus and shine; from her dark eyes, of an opaque shine, tears of bitterness come out in their sockets; deep remorse is originated towards the humanity from which their ancestors protected without the slightest doubt, sacrificing so many things; but now she didn’t understand why her situation, although she had an idea, she could not believe it; only after everything that happened did she have to accept it just like the endless darkness that filled her withered heart, little by little her heartbeat became slow and the sound was more and more subdued.

(My great-great-grandfather and his comrades saved humanity and all living beings by orders of the so-called God, by…. Orders…. They saved ………………………… if with death I see it, I swear that I will destroy it, I will not forgive him; this is the re ... ward he thinks promised, shit, because of you kill, kill, kill …………………… ki ……………………… l …………… l ……)

She inhales a great breath of air to scream as loudly as she can from her shriveled lungs and dry throat.

"I WILL KILL THEM ALL ... (Cof, C of) I WILL NOT RECEIVE ORDERS FROM ANYONE, I DECIDE MY FUTURE, MY DESTINY ...", reciting each word could feel like the throat was tearing, spilling blood from her mouth, using her last strength she raised her hand, then she stretched her index finger to point the dark sky without stars, thus she recited her last words.

Darkness, the infinite darkness

Dull eyes

The last breath

Arm falls

The candle goes out forever

A shadow shaped like an ancient beast looks at the decrepit body

See a light invisible to the eyes of the living

The beast takes control.

Her soul, full of dark, rancor, hatred, anger, revenge; but a dim light of hope emits a feeling of love, a love inherited from her mother.

Roars… The eyes of the King of the beasts, leader of the “Twelve mythical beasts”.

Analyze his soul, his essence, his nature, with unique eyes, the left one, a mixture of red and black and the other, blue and green

"She is, without a doubt, worthy, ah finally found it, perfect" An ancient and deep voice spoke

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"Where I am?"

A place where there is nothing, pure white, in a space without limits

"This is heaven, hmph, I thought it would be something more pleasant as some religious books describe it, well it does not matter now well when I see that ..."

“YOU DON'T NEED TO SAY ANYTHING, I KNOW; AVOID USELESS WORDS AND GO DIRECTLY TO THE MAIN TOPIC "