Prologue

The dust settled on the timeless sanctuary...

A place for dreams, the immemorial plains, where the gods of this world lived and wandered.

And upon that single floor of a pure, white brick, surrounded by shadows overwhelming, stood the goddess upon her throne, fidgetting with her hair while looking blankly at the void space surrounding her.

"This must not be." She said to herself.

As she shifted in her throne, laying upon it's armrests as if a bed, her mind wandered the world of dreams, and the physical realm beyond.

She was the goddess of Death, Mirai. An almighty being who once shook the entire world, laying her heavy hand upon the mortals who disrespected her, and fighting against other gods for domination of the physical plain.

But now...

Fewer and fewer were the ones who praissd her, and the fear of death who once gripped the hearts of mortals, had been replaced by the eternal heaven or reincarnation. A fate too sweet for those she deemed unworthy.

This could not stand but...

As she looked at the figure laying on the floor, it´s dirty uniform, bleeding arm and somewhat lifeless face... she felt a "pang" on her heart, something she never felt before.

The young man, with it´s ragged breathing, tried to balance himself while kneeling at the floor. His right arm embraced the injury, his teeth were clenched and as he noticed the eternal and empty darkness surrounding that small sea of white, he tried to understand what had happened.

"Ggrr!" He grunted as he tried to stand.

Was he dead? Was he alive? He took his cap from the ground and took a closer look at the royal-like figure ahead

"What the..." He said to himself, as he tried to understand why a girl dressed like a gothic lolita was sitting at a golden throne right in front of him. "I must be... dreaming or something... hehe." He let out a small giggle.

Well, he must be hallucinating. Probably the effect´s of the shell who landed near him. Or was it? He could not feel anything, not even his arms or legs, despite being able to control them. The pain, the tiredness... they had all dissapeared. He could not hear the shouting of his comrades, or the sound of grazing bullets...

"Heaven, hell?" He said to himself. "This doesn´t look like... either."

Although there was no pain, his arm was still bleeding. He could hear his blood dripping slowly at the ground.

Suddenly, with a twisted smile to her face, the girl stood up from her throne. He shivered as she slowly made her way to his side.

"Ara, ara, what do we have here?" She said. "A sweet and adorable... lost lamb!"

She let out a giggle, as her hand grazed upon his ragged uniform, grabbing his injured arm.

"Let your sheperd take care of you." Mirai said, as she approacged and suddenly took his lips to herself.

"I must be dreaming." He thought, as the sensation overtook him, a serene yet intense aura comung out from this girl, enveloping all of his body.

Slowly, his senses started to come back again, as if his body was regaining life. A dull pain came with it, but soon, it was gone.

As the girl finally parted lips with him, she swayed her long white hair around, and grazing his face with her fingers, she asked: "What is your name, little lamb?"

"**********" He answered.

"I am Mirai, the goddess of death. From now own, you will be the first of my servants, my little lamb. Your name will be..." She stopped track for a moment. "Babel."

"Eh?" He said surprised.

As they exchanged glances, Babel stood up. He looked at the now gone injuries in his arm, his uniform clean as if new, and let out a small sigh.

Believing still to be in some sort of hallucination, he decided to go along with it.

"Babel, huh?" He scratched his head, and then extended his hand for a greeting. "Thank you for healing me. Mirai, was it?"

A slight flick of annoyance crossed Mirai's face.

"Not Mirai, you must call me... master." She grazed her chin, pondering, as if a child thinking about his newest toy. "No, wait..." She grinned. "Call me 'my love', 'my beloved' or 'the fairest goddess in the world'."

Mirai blushed from her own words, as she looked as her new servant.

"What is this weird situation?" Babel thought to himself. "This dream is becoming a bit strange."

Washing the doubt out of his face, Babel kneeled in front of her in a knightly manner, and extend his hand as if to grab hers.

"M-my love..." He sttutered a bit from shame. "M-may I take your hand?"

To his surprise, she looked even more annoyed.

"You are not doing it right! Don't sttuter!" She demanded. "It seems you need a bit more 'determination'."

The goddess then explained that he was now his prophet, and her only and most passionate lover, and his mission was to spread her faith to the world.

"Mine, only mine, do you understand?" She almost screamed while saying so.

"R-right." He nodded slightly confused.

"I want to wake up soon, this isn't starting tk get out of hand." He thought to himself.

"This is no dream!" The goddess said.

"Excellent. She can read minds now. Or did I speak by mistake?" He thought.

Mirai clenched her hands.

"Pay attention to what I have to say!"

The sound of a thunder echoed in the darkness beyond.

"It seems you need to be... disciplined." She angrily said as she took a step towards him.

The stage was set.