Chapter 1: God's Glitch
The rain fell hard, slicing the night into thin, silver lines.
Below, the city breathed—neon veins pulsing, car horns crying like restless animals trapped in steel.
Aron stood on the rooftop's edge, Grey trench coat heavy with water. He didn't shiver.
The cold had long since stopped mattering. It was only proof that he was still here—still trapped in his flesh, in his memory.
"Am I special?" he whispered to the storm. "Some chosen one? Loved by the Creator?"
A bitter laugh broke out of him, raw and uneven. "No. Not special. Not even loved."
The words tasted metallic.
Lightning flared. His eyes caught the flash, burning gold.
"I'm not part of His creation," he said quietly. "I'm the glitch in His code. The misprint in His holy equation."
He looked up. "Maybe He hates me. Maybe I'm not human enough for His affection."
The sky said nothing.
