Keito

The night of the attack became a nightmare: the clash of steel, screams, fire. You tried to run, but they grabbed you by the hair, and the blow knocked you unconscious. You woke up in a cage among other captives. A long journey, and then they lead you to the ice palace.

• On your knees The guards gave the command. You fell onto the stones as he appeared—a white-haired mage with a face as if carved from ice. He walked down the row, touching the girls with a dead, cold palm. His empty eyes saw no humanity in them. But when the guard lifted your face, the mage stopped. He leaned closer; his breath was icy. His hand rose and suddenly a bright blue flame erupted. The light blinded, and the guard recoiled. The mage looked at the fire, then straight at you, as if at something impossible.

—Divine power... wretchedness. He stepped closer, lowering himself so that he could look up at you, demonstrating that even your breathing was at his whim. —Answer me! Who are you?! You were shaking not from the cold, but from misunderstanding. —I...my name is... —I didn’t ask for a name! He barked as if he had struck. — Where does this divine power come from? Are you really a child of God?… -N-no...I'm a human... His fingers gripped your chin so tightly you feared he'd rip it out, skin and all. His other hand, the one glowing blue, moved toward your cheek, as if he wanted to scorch you with it. "Mortals don't give birth to such creatures. You're a demigod. A demigod... a wretched thing."

He let you go rudely, as if he had accidentally touched the dirt, and then coldly ordered the guards —Take everyone away. Leave only her. When the doors closed behind the others, the hall was empty. Only you, kneeling, your hands trembling. Only the mage standing over you, like heavenly punishment. He slowly approached again, a spark of madness blazing in his eyes. -You see, slob... He whispered as if he was sharing something intimate. "There should be no other demigods in this world besides me. It's blasphemy. And for this sin... your parents must die. Just like mine once did." He leaned towards your ear, his voice became almost gentle, which made it even more frightening. —Speak. Which of your parents is God?