My Savior

As Yami sat up in his hospital bed, he shifted his gaze toward Doctor Sarah, who was reviewing his chart. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Miss Sarah, who brought me here? I... I remember hearing a voice when the plane crashed... before I blacked out."

Doctor Sarah lowered the clipboard and gave him a faint smile—one that felt warm on the surface but carried an unsettling chill beneath it.

"That would be my daughter, Misami. She found you near the bay. It was pure luck... or perhaps fate. If she hadn't been there at that exact moment, you wouldn't be here talking to me now."

Her smile lingered, but something about it sent a cold shiver down Yami's spine. He let out a nervous chuckle to mask his discomfort.

"Oh... she must have been with your husband, right?" he asked, trying to steer the conversation toward something lighter.

The warmth in Sarah's eyes dimmed. She exhaled softly, turning her gaze toward the window.

"Actually... no. My husband disappeared near that very bay—sixteen years ago."

Her voice softened, touched by sorrow.

"Misami was just a little girl then... She adored her father. Even now, she visits the bay almost every day, staring out at the sea—trying to feel close to him, I suppose."

Yami's expression shifted to one of sympathy.

"I'm sorry for your loss... My condolences."

He paused.

"Would it be alright if I met Misami? I'd like to thank her personally for saving me."

Sarah nodded gently.

"Of course. I'll call her now."

She stepped toward the window, dialing her daughter's number. As the phone rang, her silhouette against the sunlight made her seem distant—like a woman forever reaching out to something that was long gone.

Elsewhere… Beneath the Earth – Hades' Realm

Beneath the crust of the mortal world, far beyond the reach of light, lay the realm of the dead. Rivers of molten lava carved through the dark expanse, casting crimson reflections upon the blackened sky. The air was thick with dread—an empire ruled by a being whose name invoked fear across the heavens and hell alike.

Seated upon a throne carved from the bones of titans was Lucifer—the son of Hades. A being whose power rivaled even that of Zeus himself. His crimson hair fell to his shoulders, his eyes like twin voids. He leaned against his hand, boredom etched across his face as he swirled wine in a goblet.

"Hmm... I'm bored."

He sighed.

"The gods have fallen... The dagger vanished into the Reverse Current... What is there left to entertain me?"

His lips curled into a sinister smirk.

"Ah, well. I suppose I can't ask Father for advice... considering I killed him."

A twisted chuckle echoed through the chamber.

Heavy footsteps approached the throne. General Grim, clad in obsidian armor, knelt before his master. His face was hidden beneath a horned helmet.

"Your Grace... We've traced faint remnants of Dagger's energy. The trail is weak... but it is there. We must move quickly."

Lucifer leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.

"Grim... what color suits the moon?"

The general did not hesitate.

"The color you deem worthy, my Lord."

A satisfied grin spread across Lucifer's face. His crimson hair began to glow, turning a deeper, blood-like red. His eyes darkened—black pits of malice.

"Good answer."

He raised his goblet.

"The moon... should be painted with crimson blood!"

His laughter erupted, shaking the underworld itself. Cracks splintered across the ground as flames surged higher. The sound of his delight was both intoxicating and terrifying.

Back in Tokyo – Afternoon

Yami sat on the edge of the hospital bed, now dressed in casual clothes. His discharge was being processed. The door creaked open, and a young girl entered.

She had striking blue hair that cascaded down her back, and her eyes were as clear as the sky—so vibrant they seemed almost otherworldly. There was a gentle grace about her, yet her presence was sharp, like a blade hidden beneath silk. A faint floral scent, reminiscent of roses, followed her as she stepped in.

"Hey, guys..."

Her tone was casual, almost indifferent.

Doctor Sarah's eyes narrowed.

"That's all you have to say? You never change... Be formal!"

Misami rolled her eyes with a sigh.

"Yes, mother... Ahem—pleased to meet you. I'm Misami Fury... the one who saved you and... stuff."

Yami stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Nice to finally meet you. Thank you... for helping me."

Misami waved dismissively.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't mention it."

Sarah folded her arms.

"Anyway... Yami, do you have a place to stay? You mentioned you were traveling here, right?"

Yami reached into his pocket, pulling out a small key with an engraving beneath the rim.

"I don't remember much... but I have this key. I think it's for an apartment... or maybe a hotel?"

Sarah took the key, inspecting the inscription.

Her eyes widened slightly.

"Oh... Koyata Hotel. That's the same place we're staying."

Misami groaned.

"No way..."

Sarah shot her daughter a warning look.

"It's not a bother. It'll be safer if we go together."

Yami nodded.

"That sounds good. Thank you."

He slipped on his shoes, preparing to leave. But just as he reached the doorway—

A flash of light pierced his vision.

A dark figure materialized before him—the same presence he saw in the flames during the crash. Cloaked in shadows, its form flickered like an ember in the wind.

Yami's breath caught in his throat. His body froze.

"I... can't... move..."

The figure's voice was low, ancient—like a whisper from the void.

"You must be wary... This is not the reality you once knew... You must grow strong."

The entity dissolved into nothingness, leaving behind only the faint scent of burning ash. Yami stood there, his heart racing. His palms were damp with sweat.

"Was that... real?"

He glanced at Sarah and Misami—they hadn't noticed a thing. Deciding to keep it to himself, he forced a smile and followed them out.

The sun hung low over Tokyo as the trio made their way to their shared destination. Yet, for Yami Saturo, this city was no longer just a new home.

It was the threshold of something far greater.

And far more dangerous.