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I don't remember much about my parents. Whenever I asked people about them, I never received a direct answer.

"They? They're definitely around. I'm sure I saw them at Marcia's house. Shall we go? The coffee is great."

It was just a way to make me forget about this question I had. Over time, I simply stopped caring. I don't need them; I never did. I grew up in a very calm village. I spent most of my childhood with my friend, Marcia. She was quite old, but regardless, I saw her as my mother. She wore a set of black clothes, her eyes were blue like water, and her hair was black, like the darkest night that ever existed in this world. Maybe that's why I love the color black, or it's just a contrast to my personality, a solitary person.

Upon waking up from last night, I get out of my bed and go to the bathroom. As soon as I enter, I see the mirror. Even without wanting to, I see myself. What am I? Dark circles, a dead face, hair all messed up. I look horrible.

"Hey, Lucas. Please open the door, I have something I want to discuss with you!"

Upon hearing this, I don't know if it's a guard coming to arrest me for what I did last night, or if it's just death coming to knock on my door.

"I'm coming."

I finish showering, put on a black shirt, and a hoodie over it. I put on pants that match and my favorite shoes. I open the door, and to my happiness, I see Liz.

"Are you okay? I heard about what happened last night... I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry, I just said what I think. Anyway, would you like to sit down?"

Although I'm a despicable person, I've always been organized. I pull out a chair for her to sit, and after that, I pull one out for myself. It may not be relevant, but I live in a small house with a kitchen, a bathroom, and just one bedroom. I received this house from Marcia; she said it was her late grandmother's house. It's very special to me.

"Well... People are hating you. They're planning to make you leave."

Liz is Marcia's daughter. She is a girl my age and one of the people I trust the most. We've always been like two peas in a pod. We loved playing together... Until Marcia's death.

"I already expected that. You know what? I'll leave myself. They are hypocritical, horrible, murderers."

"Look, Lucas. I know you hate them because of how they treated you and how they looked at you. But you can't leave. Please, apologize."

"Liz, did you forget? They killed your mother. They let her die in the fire. I saw Maicon leaving from there moments before the fire; he set it."

"Lucas! I know that. But you can't do anything. Maicon is already dead, and he is like an idol in this village."

"How...? How can you idolize such a horrible person like him?"

"You need concrete proof, but you don't have any, Lucas. Please, don't leave. I prayed for you, for our god, Dante."

I could see, even without wanting to, that she is a good person. I would never harm her, but I can't continue living in a place like this.

"Thank you for your prayer, Liz. Things are going bad for the whole world. After the specters took the Primordial Life, everything was easier before."

Shortly after Marcia died, the specters, an organization that calls themselves "revolutionaries," obtained the Primordial Life. They say it was a gift from the gods to us, humans. Everyone thought it was just a legend until that moment. With its theft, the magic of this world went with it. Those who could still use magic are called the "Forgotten Lineage." Although, I never found anyone using it anymore.

"Lucas, think a little. I would be very grateful if you stayed. I have to go now; I have an appointment. Let me know your answer later."

She gets up and walks out of the door, leaving my house. What a start to the day. And I'm still dead; it feels like years since I last slept. Well, I don't have a job anymore anyway. That old idiot never knew how to value me.

I walk to the door and close it. I head back to my bed. Looking now, I see how messy it is. There are things on the floor, the closet doors are open, and the sheet is between the floor and the bed.

"Well, I need to sleep. I'll deal with this later."

I start to close my eyes. And the only thing that comes to my mind after all this: If gods really existed, how do they allow this kind of thing to happen? It's unbelievable. As a child, they told me a story that in the beginning, there was nothing, only beings we call gods. They spent so much time with themselves that after a while, things got boring, and they created the universe as a form of entertainment, a pastime. Each being created a part. However, they often liked to join together and create something because each one had their own affinity and needed help. They say the god who created this world was Dante, along with other beings. But representations I saw in books, Dante was a person with white skin, long white hair, and had a symbol in the middle of his forehead that resembled the letter X. If you really exist... Where are you?