The Author's POV

"Uwa! Uwa!"

A newborn infant's cries reverberated in the background as two gentle hands wrapped around the small frame of its body in an attempt to soothe its cries.

"Hush, Kevin, don't cry. Mommy's with you."

'Is this what it feels like to be a newborn human?'

Kevin's crimson eyes stared at his two small hands that were reaching out, grasping the air above him for some unknown reason.

In the instant that Kevin was born, he already knew his mission.

From the moment he felt the gentle embrace of his mother's warm hands as she wrapped them around his body and surrounded him with warmth, he was aware of the purpose behind his existence as well as the mission that he had to complete.

'Defeat Jezebeth.'

The cancer that the records were afraid of. The one singular entity that was disrupting the balance of the universe.

…That was his sole and only purpose for existing.

"Why is his hair white, and why are his eyes red?"

Kevin, who had just been born, heard his parents' shocked and bewildered voices as they drifted gently in and out of his field of hearing.

When he looked up, he saw the faces of two people, one male and one female, looking down at him with curiosity.

'These must be the people who have birthed me.'

Kevin pondered as he observed the two humans, who were staring at him with confused expressions. They had relatively delicate facial features, but their clothing appeared unremarkable, and they appeared somewhat filthy.

From what Kevin could gather, their names were Margaret and Johnathan. At least, that was what they seemed to call each other.

In spite of their filthy appearances, they had friendly expressions, and the sight of their smiles was not displeasing to the eyes. At least to Kevin, but he didn't seem to care all that much about it.

In his mind, these were the two beings that would help him gain a foothold in this world before he could finally mature and leave on his own.

He didn't have any particular attachment to them.

"The DNA test says that it is our child; maybe he was just born with some strange illness or something along those lines? ...I'm not entirely sure."

The man on the left, who appeared to be his father, was seen tenderly caressing the woman, who was described as having brown eyes and long black hair.

Her features were soft, and Kevin couldn't quite put his finger on what it was that made her smile so compelling.

Nor did he care to understand.

"But if there is one thing that I'm sure about..."

As Kevin's father leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek, the top of Kevin's head dampened.

"...it's that he's our son."

***

"I'm sure it was an accident. He definitely didn't do it on purpose."

Kevin stood by and watched as his mother pleaded in front of three people.

The subject of everyone's attention right now was a young child who stood in the middle of the other two adults and appeared to have tears forming in his eyes.

"An accident?"

A round woman with curly yellow hair and an angry and repulsed expression on her face pointed an accusatory finger at her young child while raising her voice.

"How are you going to explain this?"

Her finger touched the child's eye, which was currently black.

"Your delinquent child punched my child for no apparent reason! How can you explain to me the black eye on his face?"

"That..."

Margeret looked at the eye for a moment, and she turned to look at Kevin. Biting her lips, she asked.

"Kevin, did you do this?"

"..."

Kevin remained silent and simply looked at her the whole time.

He had never actually punched the child in the first place. It was another bigger kid, but the victim decided to lie and shift the blame for the attack onto Kevin out of fear for the bigger kid.

Kevin could tell right away that saying anything would be pointless; it would probably go to death's ears.

The people here weren't looking for the real culprit but for someone to blame the situation to.

With Kevin being the preferred target due to his background.

In addition, because this establishment was in a rather poor condition, there were no cameras to provide evidence to support his claim.

Talking was a waste of energy.

"See, your child isn't even denying it!"

The woman yelled and pointed angrily at Margaret, whose face suddenly turned pale.

"He...he didn't even say anything. How can you just―"

"Oh, stop it! We both know your autistic son did it!"

As soon as the word "autistic" was mentioned, Margaret's face immediately froze, and she began to bite her lips more forcefully while murmuring in a voice that was only audible enough for Kevin to hear.

son is

you going to make up for

bother Margeret until she finally looked up and slowly stood up. She took a

convey the words, 'Everything is fine; I'll handle this,' but it looked more forced than anything to Kevin,

"How much?"

"How much what?"

woman asked, crossing her arms. Margaret repeated herself, pulling out

are the

bills from her wallet, her hand attempting

uttering a price, the woman deliberated for a short while, during which she stole a quick glance at the

slide if you give me

"5..500U"

her face

once more before reaching into her wallet, pulling out a banknote, and slowly passing it to the other woman, who quickly snatched

"I'll take that."

last, the lady cracked a grin of contentment. It was clear to Kevin that this was the woman's real goal from the very beginning and that

let matters slide

Kevin one final menacing glance, the woman turned around and walked away with her son, leaving

she doing

looked at his mother with a

he did not comprehend the reason why her mother would go to

required to pay the money. The worst-case scenario was that he would be expelled from kindergarten, but it wasn't a big deal because what he was learning

avoided them on purpose so they wouldn't become too attached, as he didn't care about them,

'Why is that?'

Kevin wondered.

"C..ome, let's go Kevin"

of the corridor by the hand and led to the building's exterior, where a man dressed in rather soiled clothes and a bright green construction uniform appeared, running up to

his face as

there anything

at all...I've managed to sort

forced

her husband and

clothes, you must've directly

there was an emergency with Kevin. He's understanding. At most he will

his bright yellow hat and scratched the top of his

the situation would've been worse had they seen the clothes that I'm wearing. Those

"You're right…"

on her face. Tugging

about

was then

to twist around them, and

Beep―! Beep―! Beep―!

an azure color to a red color, and the alarms of the cars around them started to

"What's going on?"

"What's happening?"

ground, the first thing

same time, they looked around with looks of confusion and

the air, and Kevin's

"It's the demons."

monotonous and his crimson eyes gleaming under the moonlight. His parents showed startled looks the moment Kevin spoke as they both snapped their heads to look

"What did you say?"

are you

answer and continued to stare at the sky with

"Kyaaaa!"

appeared in the

resounded throughout the atmosphere as buildings started to crumble right

"Haaaaa!!"

"Someone help me!"

Rumble―!

environment was in complete anarchy—flames that seemed to burn endlessly consumed everything that was within sight, and buildings

a normal, peaceful day in a small village located not too far

the span of a couple of minutes, the world crumbled apart,

Fwuap―! Fwuap―!

with enormous wings and sinister smiles stood in the air and arrogantly watched as some humans set fire

unfolded below them exemplified

through the streets of the village in a solemn and hushed manner as

"Huff...huff...Honey, quick, over here!"

building,

a modest house off in the distance, and they made their way there as quickly as they

Crash―!

through a wooden door that led to the small house,

on his mouth and looked at Kevin with a serious

you don't make

"There is no p—"

remain

while she placed her hand over Kevin's mouth and fought back the tears that were streaming down

don't make a

he merely closed

that, there was complete and utter silence throughout the neighborhood for the subsequent five

'What pointless actions.'

here would only prove fatal, but seeing that

didn't particularly feel anything

silence did not last for

Booom—!

the house where they were all together,

house to shatter, which led to the

"Get down!"

and his wife with his body, Jonathan

"khhhh...ahhhh"

ears a few seconds after the explosion

"Ugh...Kh..."