KANEN: Life is but an obtuse mystery, but within its deepest crevasses organic life exists some thrive for a purpose and others for well, a simple meaning. Trapped inside this cell, rotting away for years on end, repeating the same process day by day, I ask myself, What is my purpose? Why do I live? If god exists why did he create me to be here in the first place if throughout my decade of living I have still yet to grasp the most miniature of clues to that answer.

I ask these same questions day and night, as these hours weigh their heaviest burdens on my shoulders. However this time, if I am truly meant to die with such a pitiful excuse of a life then tonight it all ends here.

Unearthing the unsettling animosity, was a miniature light in coherence to that of a firefly buzzing around the senses of the boys deranged mind. It’s glow lit the cage of a cell, revealing the grotesque walling stained with streaks of putrid blood. Thought the likelihood of an opposing aggressor pointed towards the source of the horrid sights, the markings shed light on a different case. Clawed within the ground were markings, in the shape of the young boys nails. Leaning towards the opposite side of the wall roughing his curvy black hair against it, then blending it back into the darkness. Insects claiming his light brown skin as their feeding grounds, feasting on his unnerving flesh as if this was a meal on the daily. Unclassified scars implemented their unruly grip deep into his pigment displaying a showcase of his indifferent mental state like an annual exhibit. Leaning lifeless like a rag doll, his bright brown eyes contrasted with the room oddly as he peered down at the jagged blade below him. A black scar shaped like a cross that stood more akin to a marking, rested beneath his right eye. His clothes were ragged and as typically assumed accumulated filth that could give a grimy manure a run for its money. The fabric seemed as if it stood the test of time longer than expected, with holes gaping within them shred to their smallest threads. His short red trousers were no exception, the shoes he wore gave forth a dishonorable mention impression that felt as if it lingered on the feet of all those before him. To him, time was frozen and in a tragedy spiraling around himself the lost meaning choked his very being at the core. Silence felt slightly challenged by his smalls breaths in between each second anxiously troubled by an unmasked quandary spiting the settings happening. His fragile hand moved their way towards the small blade before him, shaking with each beat of his uneasy heart. Once grasping a hold of it he pulled it towards him forcefully, staring into his reflection casted by the light that partially shined onto the weapon.

The boy inhaled with one deep breath, followed by an exhale that pushed him back onto the wall.

“What are you so afraid of Kanen?” he spoke under his breath slightly.

“Only I can carve out my escape…” he said closing his eyes.

“Only me, only I, from the inside” he added firmly holding the blade directly in the forefront of his vision and soon his direct line of desire.

DELPHINA: Kanen Vann Hanassan, the son of my beloved Noah, the true founder of the planet we all share. Destined for greatness beyond my possible comprehension, blinded by false faith our world has suffocated under. How I craved to nurture the offspring of the man who crafted revolution from a vision we had yet to picture. Poverty enriched the spirit as sunlight enriches vegetation. Though I roamed in depths, I also ventured into shallow land searching for the child said to awaken our nightmare, little had I known oppression too held pros. Oblivious to his birth, in due time, a fortune was blooming across the impulses of the dark.

“What’s left for me? What do I of all people have to lose? Hmph, except my sanity of course” Young Kanen stated reassuring himself of his upcoming decision.

After a momentary pause, he tightened the grip on the blade and pointed the tip towards his chest. While gritting his teeth into discord, he arched his head back to make sure he had avoided staring back undoubtedly into the cold face of imminent fear the boy refused to submit too.

“It’s now or never” Kanen whispered to himself. Slight footsteps heard through the walling behind him wavered his cause, but not his will. Mustering all his vigor into one ultimate impact, Kanen jabbed the blade into his chest. His teeth bit down onto their bottom layer with a force that rivaled a piranhas. Deeper into the wound and the moment, young Kanen pushed past the threshold clawing into the ground like that of an untamed animal straining ferociously against the imprisonment of captivity. A release of stress oozed out of his eyes into the form of tears as a result. Still resilient not to let up, he pushed the edge in deeper as blood gushed out in a horrendous fashion. The painted streams filled the room with their organic streaks.

“Ack!” Kanen fought against the throbbing pain as to keep his intentions secret, holding in his screams as they bounced off of the walls of his brain. Arching his back once more, rolling his pupils back he shook against it but could feel a warm numbness creep up his fragile spine. After vomiting the blood internally, the exhaustion forced Kanen back into his slumping place. Profusely he continued to bleed, laying his hands to rest as the sensation consumed his body.

DELPHINA: Dear Kanen told me, in that very moment he embraced death with open arms he had never felt so alive. A cold solace intertwined in sin, the sentiment might I remind myself was too mutual. Little had I known for a change that distance would strengthen our fateful bond, as my stepson.

A single life that occupied the vacancy of an otherwise deceased space was shaking at the brink of misery, it was in that very moment that his deepest concerns caught up with him. Miraculously the wounds inflicted by himself became to restore themselves, a white eerie aura lifted from inside the open wounds seamlessly as his heart rate beat rapidly again. His blank expression was erased with a phenomenal one once his pupil’s transitioned to that of a solid white color. A translucent mist that could easily be mistaken for smoke, shrouded the area around his eyes. The facial area around both revealed that veins that became much more apparent, appearing on his neck and in areas all above his torso. The aftermath caused his appearance to seem ghoulish or sinister in presence. Aura forming in shapes strangely resembling gesture’s surrounded his body, restoring each wound to its former state sealing the wounds closed like magic.

DELPHINA: A cursed child, born from those with a condition matching ours it was no wonder such a happening took place. This was seunna at it’s finest, in this case Vitalysis a curse with power to renew the physical container holding a human spirit. Though the majority of its potential is shrouded in mystery, we do know it can prove to be a threat just as well as it can be utilized. Differing from natural seunna bearers, Vitalysis specialized in reconstructing what would otherwise be forgone, that much we did know. Expertise hadn’t developed in its field in particular, perhaps it be up to young Kanen to show us it’s true capabilities in the near future. Indeed, only time will tell.

“Damnit! Not again!” Kanen said lying back. “Lord, If you can hear me please…help” he added , ending off his last word with a hoarse pitch.

He gasped softly, as his senses tingled recovering from the stress. Footsteps could be heard approaching his location, each step becoming louder as they came closer. Coughing under his breath, Kanen moved towards the tightly compacted bars keeping him constrained within his cell. The pattern was obscure but surely, to his knowledge, he knew there was some sort of secret about them that prevented him from escaping. An Imperium guard appeared from behind the shadows, his suit bore a long white cloth on the bottom with intricate patterns that shared a common design with a type of holy garb. His boots were slightly gray with two cylinder holds, containing bottles of what appeared to be the essence of seunna strapped to his legs. The color scheme consistent throughout having slender gauntlets with firearms and glass blades underneath. The torso area, alongside the design of the garb, showed a thick vest with a combination of steel sitting underneath it’s glass surface. On it’s sides revealed plates that seemed as if they were a form of machinery connecting the steel and glass fabric. The centerpiece held all the intrigue, showing a peculiar mask on the front with a helmet piece on the back attaching the two together, a circlet surrounded the forehead area.

Dim lights lit the hallway as he wandered down, Kanen backed up against the wall looking away from his new company.

The guard unlocked his cell, bent downward and loosened a chain around his belt, Kanen looked back at the guard with calm eyes as if he was ready to submit to the man. A collar was placed around Kanen’s neck, it was fastened quickly. Peering to the right, Kanen kicked the bloody blade to the side to avoid suspicion. To his relief the guard hadn’t noticed before restraining him to the chain. If so, he was certain the consequences followed for his attempted suicide would show no remorse. Especially on taking account of the numerous times he put forth the effort still with no avail.

“Up now, Hanassan” the guard spoke with a muffled voice, yanking the chain.

To avoid the harsh strain of the choke, Kanen lifted his head upwards still suffering at the force. Once finished attaching the other end to his wrist, the guard immediately tied both of his weak hands behind his back.

“Good boy” he said, proceeding to walk forward with Kanen limping behind him into the light of the hallway.

Sometime passed, the varying change of footsteps roughly stepping against the ground became the very disruption breaking the tranquil atmosphere between the two. That was until, a sudden shriek tore it open abruptly.

“Ah! My baby! Please god! Take me instead!” a woman's voice was heard screaming from afar.

Kanen turned his head towards the scene, shaking as he clenched his fist.

“Surrender the child, or surrender your life it’s that simple” another guard said as he stood firmly against a gate with a fellow comrade. Prisoners outside all held down the weight of their heads in shame, remaining in the position awaiting their incoming fate.

“Please, I’m begging you” she fell to her knees as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Haven’t you ever had someone you would die for? A person you couldn’t ever see yourself living without?”

The guards sighed, turning their faces as to not succumb to her plea. “I’ll ask one more time ma’am, if you refuse my offering I’m afraid I’ll have to extract you both. This is your last and final warning”

“Please” the ladies curvy black hair, fell down to the ground as her knees scraped against the dirt through long and torn skirt. Her skin became pale, while splattered makeup traveling down her weary cheeks.

“Shed mercy for just this once, my spirit may provide more seunna, I-I swear of it, take my life if you must. I beg of you.” Her voice cracking by the end of her sentence.

“Ma’am It is not our job to judge the value of a human life under any circumstances, with that said, either comply with our regulations or suffer the consequences” the guard replied pointing his long barreled pistol at the woman.

“I will not open my mouth to respond any longer”

“Have you no shame!?” she yelled. “You will not take my child's life, these children are our future. How will Xenysis ever benefit from these senseless killings?!” she yelled raising her voice with each word.

“The Velatum, they will help us they will cleanse all of this world from the damnation that you sinful heathens have set upon u-

Within an instance, the guard pulled effortlessly against the trigger, as he watched the bullet pierce through the tender layer of her degrading flesh. Along with her infant, she collapsed onto hard ground below her. Ruthlessness was a dish served bitter, as the standing guard took a second blow at the crying child, leaving the two carcasses lying in crimson red.

“Next!” the guard yelled.

“Thorough inspection will now last a total of five minutes, anyone unwilling to obey will join our former guests here in the afterlife, no exceptions” the other stated.

Flashing white lights flickered as they danced across swiftly in mid air, bouncing off the surrounding surfaces. Uncanny whispers were heard echoing from the mother and child’s bodies, as paranormal figures arose from them

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“Seunna, how can people allow it to exist?” Kanen said, muttering under his breath.

From a distance afar, Kanen clutched his fist tighter not witnessing for fear of terrorizing his upset innards. Still sharing agony in unison with the departed. He shook and widened his eyes but shrugged off his trauma as if it was simply part of the norm. As his captor dragged him along, the stillness of sound returned to its original state.

DELPHINA: Young Kanen, a slave bounded by the unjust laws of a discriminant and unclassified society. Wings clipped for the sheer purpose of propelling another into the heights of their own aspirations. Why was this you ask? Simple really, in Xenysis condemnation is technically inherited. Your lifestyle, and behavioral perception all depended on those before you by blood. Young Kanen for instance, is the son of my most dearly beloved fiance Noah Vann Hanassan the former leader of our Velatum. Due to this fact, and this fact alone, all that shared his very race were subjugated to a life of endless torment for the almighty Imperium reasoning which pleasure consumes the majority of. As mentioned previously before, race factors in heavily in our society but only to one in particular; the natives. My fiance belonged to them and it’s ethnic culture but unfortunately that too is long gone. As expected in a world flooded to the brim with high class misfits unable to fit their colossal heads through the eye of a divine needle, still that even is easier to achieve than to ever cross divinity without a change in their morality. As such natives are classified within that bunch of poverty stricken, not only are they direct descendants of our once prosperous leader Noah but are left sunken in their destitute status. Concluding with that fact, natives and poor individuals who cannot fend for themselves are branded sacrificial needs to the Imperium to become seunna; the most valuable resource in all of Xenysis. Though I tend to grieve over my failure to prevent Kanen from falling into that category, I swore that change would be inevitable. My purpose for my stepson leaves the cleansing of Xenysis boundless. We as the Velatum, promise to follow through with that solemn vow. I had hired a specialist known as a “Liberator” to undergo a rescue attempt for young Kanen.