Clang*, clang*—metals were crashing against one another, screams were heard, and the raging cries of battle were going on.
People were driving swords into each other's chests, murdering in the name of the war their own country.
"Were their heads filled with pride as they killed in the name of justice?"
Their own people saw them as heroes, someone who saved their nation or sacrificed themselves for the sake of their nation, but what did those people who were killed by those heroes see them as—heroes or villains?
"Justice, you say? The ones who were killed by others were sheep killed in the name of natural order."
"Morality and rules are nothing more than weak, fragile constructs made by humans to keep the other humans from slaughtering them."
In their eyes they were nothing more than a cold-blooded murderer who needed to be taken down, but were the victims any different?
You see, the hero or the villain depends on whose book we are reading.
"Throughout my life I have seen many angels and devils, yet one thing remains the same: they all were humans. Humans can eat each other if there are no rules or punishments, yet some become heroes, angels, without any want for reward humanity.…it's like a double-edged sword."
"Race and ethnicity are fragile words like this that can contain the nature of animals trying to make sense of something meaningless."
And then another voice spoke: "Did you know a devil can become an angel to some if he is trying to find meaning in something meaningless?"
The man in chains trembled. "Who was that...?"
Silence was eating him.
He murmured, "Just my hallucinations."
"Now where were we?"
You may think of yourself as a hero, but would that be the same in someone else's story? Are you really sure it would be the same?.
No, it won't. You see, in the story of plants, the deer is the villain, while the lion is their guardian who killed the deer for the better.
There are no villains, no heroes, just a different cover and pages.
But why am I saying this to you?.
Said* the human sitting in the void, his clothes were tattered and torn as if he had been through a battle, but his face was still shining as if his face had caught a glimpse of the beauty of God, his eyes shining brightly like the water of the ocean, their color like the skies above the mortals, his hair shining like dawn of light yellow, but he was sitting in chains, one that covered his hands, legs, and neck, as he prepared to bestow another set of words, his pink-looking lips moved in motion, and he let out the words.
"Well, because I don't know which one I was, and because when you have spent I don't know how much time in an endless void, talking to yourself is the only choice." He did not finish speaking with that sentence; he continued to speak, becoming more violent and desperate with each word leaving his mouth.
"But why do I think I am not alone in this void? Why do I think there is someone watching my misery, watching me go insane? Is there someone there? Hello, is there someone?"
Silence*. Again, it's just silence, emptiness.
I forgot again. Why am I here? Am I dead??.
And if I am dead, then how does a dead man think???
Why is a dead man chained in an empty void? Why do I feel there are multiple people watching me? It's driving me insane.
Silence*
Then suddenly the void shined up under the cosmos, displaying an incredible view.
"What is this? Have the gods taken pity on me?"
Or
"Am I a god taking pity on some mortals?"
Finally, am I about to be freed from those damn chains? Then the void trembled as something, a being, appeared in the void.
End of Chapter 1