When I opened my eyes…

  I had nothing… except for this dark rage toward something I could not remember.

  Who did or how, I do not know… but I feel betrayed by something I had put my faith in.

  …No… I was made to put my faith in it.

  Without a will, without a conscience… I was made to believe that all I had done was for the sake of that something.

  I can’t remember…

  Who… Why… How…

  I feel frustrated for being unable to vent this ugly overflowing emotions within me.

  I had nothing except for this…

  “You’re finally awake…”

  It was a calm soothing voice. It immediately quenched the rage within me.

  I tried to look for the source of the voice, but my vision was still hazy. All I could make out was the silhouette of a man.

  That was all he said before he stayed still, completely unmoving like a sculpted stone statue.

  Ah… he was waiting for me.

  After a short while, my sight cleared and I could finally see the man before me. My first impression of him was… he was dying.

  His skin was pale like a corpse. Blood seeped through his lips. His gaze was unfocused.

  And there was a dark red hole in his chest…

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  I did that, was what I thought. I made that hole in his chest.

  “Who—” Before I could ask he placed a finger on my lips.

  “I don’t have much time,” he said weakly. “Remember this…

  “From now on, your name will be Ellavetra… Ellavetra Inferna. I am your father, and my name is Dovarnies Inferna.

  “Those who invade our home are our enemies… but do not hate them.”

  I was confused by his words, but his voice held a certain charm. I felt like all he said was the truth and that denial of any of it was not possible.

  But then, the rage within me swelled. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists.

  I let my emotions consume me… then it all disappeared as I was embraced.

  “In time, you will remember… and in time, you will understand…

  “Do not hate them.”

  I could only nod as the man who called himself my father died while embracing me.

  “Your majesty.”

  A figure appeared beside us… a young lady dressed in formal maid attire.

  She knelt on one knee and lifted a hand towards me.

  “Come,” she said. “It is time for your coronation ceremony…

  “As the new Lord of Inferna.”