1 A new life

The great battle of Lisata started like a nightmare, the power that the angels and demons used to fight each other destroyed the world forcing humanity to beg for their lives.

After the war they had an urge to get revenge on angels and demons for what they did to their world, but they couldn't handle the divine weapons without having the blood of an angel or of a demon or without to sacrifice something from their lifes, something important, But out of nowhere when the humans where on the hunt for more supplies they found a baby crying in an empty house.

The baby had weird signs on his hand, one was red and one was blue.

The red one had a look like the purest fire they ever saw and the blue one was like crystal water like the clearest sea.

Next to the baby there was a note — " Whoever you are, I hope you have a pure heart and I hope you can take care of my child that I couldn't protect ! He doesn't have a name, I hope it would have a great name that would represent him in his life. "

After they found the baby, a woman named Fethelys that was the nun of an orphanage took him with her and offered a placed to stay.

The name he got was Askall.

Five years passed since Askall was taken in to the village,growing up without knowing anything about himself, he felt that he was like a nobody .

Askall was like a stranger to them becuase he was wearing everytime rags, rags that the nun Fethelys told everyone that he's hiding scars that will never go away. The village had a superstition about scars, that scars are bringing only bad things over everyone that approach him, because of this, Askall was descriminated about every kid from the village, that made him growing up with a rough childhood.

Zafriel, the owner of the orphanage, tried to make him not to feel like a bad kid by taughting him how to socialize with the other kids.

Zafriel — Look, that girl, try to talk with her. Her name is Misha, she's very kind to everyone and will accept everyone, now gather your courage and go make a friend !.

Askall — Okay... mister Zafriel, I'll try.

Even so it was hard for him to make friends, he approached the girl with a forced smile and a little nervous and asked her.

Askall — Hey, I'm.. As-.. Askall

Misha — I'm Misha !

Askall — Nice to meet you.. Want to play?..

Misha — Sure, but.. I've been wondering for a while. Why you wear every time those rags on your hands?

Askall — Fethelys told that when they found me I had some scars on my hands, and they will never go. I can't get them down...

Misha — Everyone in the village say that if you are a scar wearer you will bring bad things on everyone that approach you.. So I'll be going to play with someone else. Bye, good luck making friends.

Zafriel — So? Did you make her your friend, Askall?

Askall — I didn't, mister Zafriel. She said that everyone thinks that if you're a scar wearer you bring only bad things, and then she left..

Zafriel — Don't worry Askall. You will make another friend someday. I'm sure about it !

Askall — Another friend? I don't have any friends, mister Zafriel !

Zafriel — That's not true Askall. You have 2 friends, me and Fethelys !

Askall — For real ?!

Zafriel — Yes, Askall. We are your friends. Now go to eat and prepare to go to sleep, Okay Askall?

Askall — For sure, mister Zafriel !

After finally getting in bed, Askall started to ask himself about what his signs could be and why he's so different and not like the other children. Perhaps he was thinking about what he could be and how he's parents would be. Many thoughts would come in his mind, but couldn't get a precise one. He wasn't the type of child that could get over something fast, so he ended up sleeping with so many questions in his mind.

But somewhere in this world they were entities that knew what he was, and what he has done.