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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Hell Doesn’t Cry

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.