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A secluded village located in Styxia, lived a young boy and his family. The village used to be somewhat lively despite its whereabouts...

"Miya! Your parents are so cool, you're so lucky to have them!", his friends would beam. Miya never really understood the reason, why would anyone want parents like his? Parents who have their hands stained red... Miya had always kept to himself. He never intervened with the way his parents operated, maybe that was his problem, maybe he should've stopped them. Does it really matter now? They've gone to the Sea of Souls.

The silent boy arrives home once more, the smell of citrus hits him almost immediately. It's a normal occurrence, really... "Welcome home, Miya." His mother said, calm and composed as always. How can someone live like this? Live on with the lives they took? He says nothing, nodding politely. His rage rattles through his mind.

His friends aren't there anymore.

He can't find them. Has their blood already spilled?

"You're destined for loneliness anyway, you've always been an eerie kid.", his father starts, his voice a mock of gentleness and pity. Miya wanted to scream and cry, but he doesn't. He grieves in silence, the anger in him bottles up.

"You're not mad at us, are you?", his mother asks, almost as if she was concerned. The boy only shakes his head, feigning apathy.

His mind goes around in circles, repeating over and over again. He's looking for a reason that can't be found. What does it matter? Would it really ease the storm brewing in him if he ever knew the reason his parents kill? They'll never stop.

Once Miya's parents had shut their eyes, he makes sure they never open again.

Stab, stab, stab, stab, stab— it echoes through the room. This time, Miya was the one to dress himself in red. All his rage, his sorrow, his unsatisfactory, spilling out onto his parents' bloodied bodies. Would they have struggled?

O, lone child! Why do you weep?
For whom do you weep?
Wipe your tears, child—
For a lonely road awaits.

Miya turned himself in after that, the villagers who once treated him with care had all turned on him, spewing profanities as he goes.

Liar, Sinner, Murderer.

Slit your wrist, child, offer your blood to Talanton, to Isolement. That was the first time he'd ever seen his blood; golden. Forced to kneel upon Isolement, he watches as his blood drips onto his knees.

Flow, golden blood, flow...

The villagers left him in an isolated place to bleed to death. Only he doesn't die, his skin starts to crack and thorns have taken root in his veins. In a few years time, roses would bloom. This is Talanton's punishment.

When the boy woke up, all he could feel is his body's sharp pain. He couldn't do anything to make it stop. It hurts... He curls up into a ball, his blood has long stopped dripping. The scar on his wrist has been healed. He feels weird. Something felt off.

He had wings now.

Why does he have them? What did they mean for him? Was he still...human? He felt hideous.