Do you believe in fate… or mere coincidences?
Ah—where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Kurozumi, Kuro for short and I guess you could call me the "main character" of this whole mess you're about to read.
I've always wondered—why did things unfold the way they did? Was it all just random.
Or maybe... was my life already stitched together before I even had a say?
This is not just a story.
It's a tale —of how I shattered the chains of destiny,
Of how an insolent mortal like me rose up and Became a GOD.
Not just in power, but in mind, in spirit and in will.
This is the tale of how I became the Divine Slayer.
Prologue -
Among The Stars, beyond everything sat a being on a throne of nothingness,
The Creator, The Lord.
A small smile crept his lips as he peered at the world Below,
"O my Lord, The Mission is complete" A voice echoed, "Should I kill the Boy as well"
"No" The being replied slowly, "Let him be consumed by Rage, let him Become stronger"
His smile widened, "When the time comes bring him to this world, I will claim him then" the divine voice wrote it down as absolute.
Far Below in a World, A tragedy Unfolded.
The room was filled with stench of blood. Shattered glass sprawled everywhere. Dimly lit by the soft light of the moon that escaped through the broken windows.
Footsteps thundered outside.
Voices shouted.
A boy knelt beside a wounded body of a lady, growing colder with every passing second, unaware that his fate had already been written.
His small hands trembled as he pressed them against her wound, tears rolling down his eyes without stop, in distance another child, a girl stood frozen.
The Wounded lady raised her blood-stained hand, reaching the Boy's face.
She smiled warmly, "Do not cry, my precious prince" she said as her hand fell to the ground, lifeless.
The Boy froze, his eyes became hollow.
The Door burst open.
They found him there, sitting in a pool of blood with bloody hands, blank eyes staring like an abyss.
The World only saw a murderer, a monster, they ignored the truth his broken eyes told.
He was thrown away, locked behind the bars as the murderer of the woman who gave him life.
Forgotten and Abandoned at the Tender age of twelve.
'SOB! SOB!'
Inside a dark prison cell, the boy sat in the corner, his eyes red as if blood had washed over them, tears wouldn't stop.
"Mom, I Swear I will kill him, no matter who he is, I will kill him without fail" The Boy thundered sobbing, his voice furious.