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"So I heard that there's an escapee from your place?" There was a boy with a man, his chin was placed on the cup made from two hands. The table between them looked more like a dining table, so the boy drew his upper body closer, eyes watching the man in anticipation.
The man in front of him, however, didn’t look like he had that much anticipation to look upon the boy. He didn’t think that his ex-companion who just arrived from God-knows-where would hear even the slightest tale about the event. The event was kept untold, but funnily, he was not surprised to know that the boy knew. He was more surprised that he didn't find himself surprised.

"The place was in a huge chaos when The Creator's body crumbled down," the man explained. "It was a miss from our side, indeed."
"AHAHAHA!" The laughter suddenly combusted, and his hands were now clapping loudly. "That's so pathetic! And I heard that he escaped while he brought the Creator’s eye with him?" When the boy spoke, deep within his heart he didn't believe the half thing he said. It was absurd, even to his taste.
"You know a lot for being an outsider, don't you?" The man smiled. His eyes finally set upon the boy, and the words he said were the softest way to call him a betrayer. The boy realized that, and they now smiled at each other.

The man continued, "When he successfully escaped, the eye was planted into his body. He grew to be a normal human, too normal even, with a white cat as his companion until he regained his memories back. Normally, the living wouldn't be able to remember even a trace, but knowing that he escaped through illegal means, this accident was still possible." The man paused, seemingly to be pondering for a little while. "The white cat was fluffy and cute, much cuter than you, Child."
"Oh, you haven't even heard me purring yet," the boy laughed. "So, why won't you hunt him down? I thought it is your job to do so."
"You question a lot for being a boy who knows a lot."
"You speak a lot for being a man who detests me so much."
And then, they laughed.

"My hands are merely fluent in the language of flames, remember? A little miss, and I will burn him with the eye. For now, we decide to protect the eye from harm, though it's a pity that I can only observe."
"So you have a guardian to protect him from someone like me," the boy paused, "or worse."
The man didn't answer anymore. Why should he, when the answer was obvious? The man drunk his last gulp of tea, and when he opened his eyes, there stood a man with shades of purple on his hair. The boy remembered him as a man who could speak the hymns of Heaven, and he was about to get ready, for he knew this guy is going to continue this little tale.

We whispered the humans to grant him the name Ezeriah. EZERIAH IVANOV. An irony fit for him, when the thought of the corrupted hadn't reached his mind yet. But the memories of this place slowly ate his brain, and they flowed into his veins, his fingertips, and soon, he remembered that he held something inside his body.
The eye of The Creator.
Human cannot take the part of The Highest, Darling.
AND IT BROUGHT HIM TO CERTAIN MADNESS.

THE LEADER, O’ THE ABSOLUTE MADNESS WHO BROUGHT THE BEGINNING AND THE END OF US!

The awakening created chaos, madness, the end of his world. Uncontrollable, uncontrollable, NO NO NO NO MY SKIN IS MELTING "IT IS A DISEASE! DISEASE" cried his mother before the ground crushed her whole. Splat splat splat, rest in peace, dearest parents of the human who was not supposed to be born.
> The cat watched them all.
And he gagged, trembled, hyperventilated. Why is this happening? This is not what he wanted, but he didn't want to be transferred back once his death comes, for he already escaped, so he decided to live, live, LIVE UNTIL THE END OF TIME.

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