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

Jin's fist stopped just inches from Hiro's face. His expression was unreadable. His fist completely melted, his fingers stretched out and stopped short of caressing Hiro.

He didn't feel worthy, with everything he'd done, he felt like he'd be contaminating his son. He want to cry, but he'd grown so inhumane, he was incapable of doing so in that moment.

His other hand was still gripping him tight by his suit. Hiro moved his eyes to look at the hand that was now shaking, clearly contemplating whether to touch his son or not.

Hiro didn't want to make sudden movements, so he just, waited for him to make the move first.

Those who were farther away from them didn't know what was going on, so they continued their fights.

Hiro then looked his father straight to the eyes. His kind eyes were gone, replaced by an imposter's, someone who stole his father's essence and now was parading in the shell he once was.

Father and Son