Arrkein

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience.

That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him.

'At least the heavens are weeping for me.'	As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance.

He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful.

'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.'


Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

The Earth After Rebirth

"Hubris, you ought to learn to hide your killing intent like your brethren." He said, hoping Hubris could figure it out since he was a hound anyway.

"It's too late for me." He answered nonchalantly.

"I don't want it, I want to be like you."

He didn't mean to say that, but it just came out. He thought it was embarrassing to say the least. He noticed that, at the back of his mind, he was thinking about the fact that, after successfully taking over. He was obligated to stay and rebuild.

For the longest time, he didn't want to feel what that thought brought. But now it wasn't asking permission, everything was all too real.

He was jerked out of the well of emotions when he felt someone sit on top of him. Sure enough, it was his master.

"It'll be alright, don't worry about it. Everything will work out." He said that while caressing his neck, his statement purposefully ambiguous.

Marching To Inevitability, II