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

"I heard that wrong, right?" He asked absentmindedly.

"Sir, calm down." Wilfred tried to hold him down.

His eyes looked crazed. Like an animal ready to kill anything in its way. For a split second, it scared even Wilfred. He'd seen a lot in his life, and those eyes, he'd never encountered those eyes in his life.

"I'm calm, but I heard that wrong right?" He repeated like a broken record.

Wilfred knew that, even if he tried to stop him from flying back, it wouldn't work.

"I'll go with you." He offered himself up.

His voice was calm but chilling. Wilfred decided to not argue, he simply gave him his coat and he was gone like the very wind was chasing him. He couldn't feel anything, he was numb.

Wilfred watched dumbly as his strides surprised him. It hadn't been long and his silhouette was out of view. He sighed deeply.

At The Plant, II