"Sometimes...
I think, everything is so unfair to me.."

Why...?

"Because.. I've always wish for more, when someone is having more..
Thats why..."

Why do you want to wish for more..? Isn't that.. your life now is good...?

"No... I'm lonely... and, I was left aside, without being noticed...
I... I feel sad. I don't know who to talk with. I'm really... really.. really, sad."



Prologue.

The night was dead, a cold-hearted nightmare. Creatures lurking on the streets can hardly bundle up. The flames can barely lighten up this city of death silence. Everyone is rushing back to where they're from, just to grab a warmed alcohols, from the dirty slut they've been sex with for years, and to lie down on the worned sofa, watching the battles of snow flakes between human and mother nature.


This, is the City of Nieko. Where dreams, turn into nightmares.


In the dark corner, within the roots of all demons and fallen angels, lies an uncomfort bed of all sins... No sign of happiness... No sign of hope... No sign of proper souls... There lies a seed of Satan. Crawling.. Staring.. Howling.. alone to the sacred moon that turns red whenever there's bloods and flesh business clashing through every minutes.

She picked up the seed.. risking her own dirty, filthy yet such cleansed pure soul, to escort the baby to a safer place.. Dreaming, hoping, expecting the seed can be purify by the hands of angels.. Bring hope to the fallen dead, unrested hatreds..

5 months of running on a wounded feet. 20 weeks of hiding from the hand of satan's salvation. 140 days of cursed living.. The mother, has finally fallen. Leaving the seed of satan, on a holy forest.. Before her very last breath, she endures every curses in her body, used up all her power she could gather, she moved her cheeks.. to the baby. She hold onto his arm, singing the poems of Nieko. She kissed him, even though that would mean her seal of life. One kiss, an innocent, loving, caring kiss, has finally ended a life of a mother.

The seed, has not fail on his mother's expectation. He was then picked up by the cleansed soul of blades, a blademaster from the other side of Holy Gate. Looking through the fire burning eyes, filtering through the cursed yet so innocent life sign, the blademaster foresee a truth, unstable truth. He knows in it, he now will have a tough decision to be made.

"The Dream" ...or, "The Nightmare"

15 years passed, the seed has finally sprouted. Growing into a fine, strong, energetic young man. His name, is Ares. Named by his mother, caged in the steel of underworld.

His day has finally came... is it Redemption? or... pure Vengeance?

-*End of Prologue*-