Prologue
[ God hated them and they hated God. ]
This sentence would be engraved in every book he read. Luther never knew the answer no matter what history book he picked up. But he also knew that some things couldn't be answered.
'Either that or you could give your own interpretation to it.'
Screeech.
He pushed his chair back and stood up from the barely standing stool. He looked around the house, no, the prison he's been living in.
'How long have I been here?'
He didn't know.
The sky was always covered. He didn't know if it was night or day or rainy or sunny. It was place where you'll lose your sense of time.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He walked around the room. It was just a dark wall made of rocks. Sharp rocks. There were traces of blood in the walls. Those were the proofs that he tried destroying this place. Those were his blood and tears.
Click.
The little door on the floor opened and a tray of food entered. He did not touch the food. The last time he did, his mouth bubbled and his heart almost came to a halt.
"So tired of this. I'm so tired."
Luther walked to his bed but he could not sleep. The last time he closed his eyes to sleep, metals had been pierced through his limbs. The pain from that moment still hasn't subsided.
He couldn't understand anything.
"Mom, why are you trying to kill me?"
The young Luther asked his mother this question once upon a time. His mother, who looked at him with both rage and pity, answered with an oddly solemn voice.
"I do not know, Son. It is in my instinct as a person. The rest of the world will probably feel hostility against you too once they see you."
"...I don't understand."
"We don't understand it too. But in this generation, 'he' is you. I want to kill you. Yet I am your mother. I want to protect you."
Once again, he could not understand.
Then he was locked up in this horrid place.
"This is the best I can do."
His mother's voice resonated in his mind as his arms reached for the sky. He felt like he could reach the azure heaven he saw in the past if he tried hard enough.
'I am so tired I could just die.'
It was at that moment.
BOOOOOOM!
Just when he was about to give up, the sky that was covered by rocks exploded with a loud sound. Smoke spread along with debris but Luther didn't move from his bed. He kept his gaze up.
'The sky...'
The sight he saw was more beautiful than any other dream. Just a few seconds ago, he was imagining it but now that he could see it again with his own eyes, his body laid unmoving in the hard mattress.
How many times had he imagined it? Luther couldn't remember.
'How beautiful...'
The sky was not clear. Fluffy clouds decorated the heaven like floating cotton balls. But in the middle of the sky was something shiny.
'What is that?'
Luther had never seen something like that before.
It wasn't the sun but it could rival the sun.
Golden threads flew gently with the breeze and two emerald orbs stared at him with wide eyes. Red lips curled like a crescent moon when they made eye contact.
Luther's breathing hitched and he forgot how to breathe.