In Hell, there are no tears.
Only fire, blood… and silence.
I wasn't sent here.
I was born in this place.
Not as punishment. Not by choice. Just… existence.
The demons called me "Mistake."
A child born with no horns, no hate, and worst of all — eyes that glowed with light.
"He doesn't belong!"
"He's cursed!"
"That glow… it's holy! It must be destroyed!"
I was only six cycles old when they threw me into the Pit of Gnawing — a place where even demons don't go unless they want to disappear forever. But I didn't disappear. I survived.
For years I lived in the shadows beneath shadows, surrounded by whispering spirits and forgotten monsters. They tried to break me. Starve me. Kill me.
But I didn't die.
I learned to listen to the screams, not fear them.
I learned to walk barefoot on lava and laugh.
I learned that light… doesn't have to be gentle.
The light in me grew quiet — not gone, just sleeping.
Waiting.
I began to fight back. Not to win. Just to exist.
Even the demons who once hunted me began to whisper a new name:
"Shin… The Hellborn."
Still, I was alone. No family. No purpose. Just the burning question:
"Why me?"
Then one night, everything changed.
The fire went still. The sky above Hell cracked open — and a voice I'd never heard before whispered:
"Shin. You are not of this realm. Your test begins now."
A flash of silver light swallowed the darkness — but before I vanished, I stood on the burning rocks of Hell and screamed across the wasteland:
"If I ever make it out of here… I'll come back. And when I do, I'll burn every last one of you."
"Not as a demon. Not as a child."
"But as something you can never destroy."
And then, I smiled — because I had already planted a trigger.
Deep in the spirit veins of Hell, hidden beneath the corpse of a dying god.
A part of me stayed behind — sleeping, waiting — just in case I ever returned.
They knew.
That's why they feared me.
That's why they hated me.
Not because I was weak…
But because I was the only one who ever escaped — and promised to come back.
I was falling now.
Out of Hell.
Out of everything I knew.
Into a world that would never understand the demon-child with a sleeping light inside.