A young boy by the name of Ky Keller walked home on the sidewalk with his hands in his coat pockets and his hood over his head, wearing his school bag on his back. He was an orphan, living in a foster home with a family who only saw him as a paycheck. It beat being homeless, sure, but he was a young boy growing up without true familial love.

Due to his circumstances, Ky had a nihilistic viewpoint of the world. In other words, he believed that life was pointless.

He was far from suicidal, but at the same time, death was not something he feared. Despite death not being something necessarily desirable for him, he did view death as doing him a favor of sorts.

He was fourteen years old; around the time one begins to think about what they wanted to become when they were older. Many people his age had big dreams, wanting to be doctors, lawyers, streamers, or athletes. Ky, however, didn't have such aspirations. He planned on going to college, of course, he was a great student, but he was just following the motions.

Being a writer crossed his mind sometimes, but he was afraid that no one would enjoy his stories. He'd often spend hours in the day daydreaming about the plot of a made-up story that he'd never write. Sometimes, they'd be about heroism, whereas others would be about villainy. Some would even be about love.

In fact, as Ky walked, he was daydreaming a story at that very moment. In his mind, he saw a man wielding lightning, slaying beasts with his infinite power. Ky eventually stopped at a traffic light and waited for the signal to proceed to activate. As he did so, he continued thinking about the story, coming up with powers for the main character, including a transformation into a beast.

The walking symbol appeared across the street and Ky began walking forward, not bothering to look both ways before crossing the street. With a distracted mind, Ky continued forward with his hands in his pockets, looking forward while failing to notice the speeding vehicle coming right for him until it was too late.

Noticing the headlights, Ky looked over to see a speeding car coming right for him.

Upon impact, everything went dark for Ky.

There was nothing for a little while, but then he started to hear voices.

He heard police officers, or maybe doctors discussing his family life.

There was nothing again for a while longer, but then he could hear his foster parents speaking over him.

Then he heard an unfamiliar voice speaking to him. "It's not over for you just yet, Ky Keller. Wake up."

After the mysterious voice spoke his name, Ky opened his eyes, finding himself seemingly lying on a hospital bed. However, the interior of the hospital seemed unfamiliar to him. Not unfamiliar in the sense that he'd never been to that hospital before; no, unfamiliar in the sense that the interior architecture seemed off.

There were no computers, no television, none of that smooth tile and white walls. The walls were of brick and the floors were wooden. There were no machines keeping him alive, and everything was toppled over as if the place was hit by an earthquake.

The clothing of the doctors was peculiar as well. They were wearing cloaks, looking more like wizards than doctors, though they did wear what looked like medical masks over their faces.

"It's a boy!" one of the doctors spoke and Ky could feel himself being lifted up into the air.

'The fuck!?' Ky thought to himself as his body was turned and rested into the arms of a young woman. She had pale skin with fox-like eyes, smiling down as she looked down at him sweetly. "He's perfect." the young woman spoke with a quivering voice as tears of joy began to well up in her eyes.

A man appeared next to her, placing his face next to hers before speaking to Ky as well. He was an auburn-skinned man with short, curly hair. He too looked down at Ky with a smile. "I see he gets his looks from you. He has your eyes."

Ky looked over at the woman's eyes, seeing that they were a deep purple color, unlike anything he had ever seen. 'Am I...' As Ky started putting the pieces together, the woman chuckled softly and spoke once more. "The color we may share, but the shape of them are a direct copy of yours."

'Am I a baby!?'

It was true, Ky was nothing more than a newborn baby at this exact moment in time, though calling him Ky would be inaccurate. He was someone else entirely, being reborn into a new world. 'That explains the weird hospital, outfits, and this strange woman...'

Ky was oddly calm for someone who was just recently pushed out of a womb, especially for someone with the consciousness of a teenager. Ky's new parents also noticed his reaction to being born was rather strange, compelling them to question the doctors. "He has not wept... Is our son alright?" the father asked, getting confused glances from the doctors. This was unlike anything anyone had ever seen.

"Perhaps... his reaction is delayed? We could run some tests-" Before the doctor could finish his sentence, Ky took matters into his own hands. "Waaaaaa!" Ky started to cry, wanting to seem like a perfectly normal baby and avoid whatever these so-called tests had in store for him.

"Well, thank Ramattra." the father said with a sigh. "Thank them indeed..." The mother also released a sigh of relief. It would appear that their baby boy was perfectly healthy.

'Ramattra?' Ky thought to himself. He'd never heard of such a name, but given the context, he was able to make a good guess. 'Is that what they call God here?'

"Ah, so a delayed reaction it was. Your boy is healthy. Shall you name him?"

"Yes. We have already decided." the mother said softly, rubbing her hand on his cheek softly. Feeling her soft touch, Ky could feel a warmth inside himself, one he hadn't felt in years. "Raziel." she said with a smile. "His name is Raziel Winterbolt."