《Craftsman of Blood: Demonic Beginnings》


 Prologue 1: Questionable Beginnings

    During modern times few people see the pain of those around them. While the important businessmen sit on their golden thrones at the top of the food chain, poor beggars sit at the bottom begging for even the smallest scrap of leather to boil.


    Ezeikiel was one of those beggars sitting on a rubber tire watching the sunset fall across the world. He was at one point different¡­ an expert craftsman so to speak. He specialized in ¡°making some of the most impractical weapons you¡¯d ever see!¡±. A slogan which most would scoff at, but the man himself was quite proud of. While it was the thing that eventually drove him out of business, he would never make a work that he himself was not proud of.


    With a click of his tongue the old man muttered in an annoyed tone¡°Damn kids can¡¯t leave an old man a break...¡±


    Within the forest the leaves stirred and the animals dispersed everywhere around a central point. A woman was walking in the woods with a resolution teeming within her eyes. She was sent to find the legendary trickster and kill him. Only then would those greedy bastards at the company tell her how to find her father. She was around twenty-two and was a well rounded women in terms of beauty and sex-appeal. She brandished a spear with a strangely added button on the grip. With of a push of this button the spears mechanism began to move creating a longbow with a golden thread She pulled an arrow from her quiver and shot it into the woods.


    ¡°Well shit¡± Ezeikiel thought looking down at the arrow piercing his gut. ¡°Bastards sent my own daughter to kill me¡± He said with a self depricating grin on his wrinkled mug. While the blood from his fresh wound spilled out onto the tire and the ground below staining it a deep crimson red. ¡°Well at least I¡¯m gonna die in my favorite suit¡± he thought as the world around him began to grow dim and darken which only proved his theory in the long run the curtains on this mortals life came to a close as the sun sank behind the horizonThis tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    SCENE CHANGE


    Though the sweet embrace of death had already claimed Ezeikiel, he had for some reason or another, woken up.


    ¡°Where the fuck am I?¡± Ezeikiel screamed, but no sound came out from his lips. Now that he looked closer he was standing on top of a pile of blood, which was unique to him as he looked around the empty reception room that looked strangely a reception room at a doctors office. It almost looked welcoming accept for the reception counter which coated with some type of reinforced metal. A slider was placed in the missle where he could see two piercing red lackadaisical eyes that stared at the document or book Ezeikiel guesses he had been reading.


    ¡°That¡¯s eerie¡± Eziekiel thought as the owner of the aforementioned eyes suddenly shot up and looked at him. It then proceeded to rub its eyes before staring at Ezeikiel. The creatures eyes widened staring at him in disbelief.


    ¡°Cinomed si taht lla fo rehtom teews!¡± ¡°It¡¯ replied before rocketing out of it¡¯s seat. Ezeikiel could here it scampered away soon followed by¡­


    ¡°KCUF,KCUF,KCUF,KCUF!!¡± the thing screamed in it¡¯s native tongue


    ¡°Hctib fo nos wwwwwo¡±


    Apparently this creature was not used to moving quickly for very quickly, as it seemed to have fallen down a flight of stairs.


    ¡°What the fuck kind of comedy have I found myself in?¡± Ezeikiel pondered as his new life and adventure was a about to begin.

 Prologue 2

    As Ezeikiel continued to wait in the hospital waiting room, he started try and move to at least satiate some of his boredom, after all nearly 40 minutes had past of him just staring at a wall


    To his surprise, instead of moving himself, the puddle of blood beneath him began to writhe and twitch at his feet, before it began forming organs and tissue. Strangely enough he found out that he could manipulate the size and orientation of the organs.


    ¡°Guess that children''s author was onto something when he said that a heart could grow¡± Ezeikiel  smirked inside his mind.


    The pile of gore and bile had now expanded to include eyeballs, some bones and even an entire arm.


    ¡°Man, I haven¡¯t seen this much gore since my time in the army¡­¡± Ezeikiel started to remember his army days. He was about twenty-five when he left the city and joined up with the army. The figure of a lanky man surrounded by dead¡­ things? They were so maimed that they didn¡¯t even look like people anymore.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    ¡°What the hell?!¡±


    The pile of blood and gore began to writhe and expand until it took the form of him in his army days. It even copied his suit¡­ ¡°Why a suit?¡± you ask? Well when he was young he happened to be a major dickhead. No literally, that was his nickname. After all there was nothing more humiliating and terrifying than being bisected by a man who looks like he just got out of a funeral.


    As he observed his new body he realized that typical homeostasis functions such as breathing and regulating his body temperature did not work by themselves. Instead he had to activate and regulate them through concentration which seemed inconvenient at a glance, but Ezeikiel realized that he did not need them. His body seemed like it was the blood itself rather that the body.


    ¡°Laed laer eht s¡¯eh uoy gnillet m¡¯I ssob¡±


    ¡°Pan ym pu nekaw rof daed ruoy ro thgir eb retteb uoy¡±


    Suddenly two voices spoke in demon tongue coming out of a door that literally appeared out of nowhere.


    ¡°Olleh¡±


    ¡°I haven¡¯t the slightest clue what the fuck you¡¯re saying.¡± Ezeikiel said as he turned towards the voices with exasperation written all over his face.


    ¡°Ecived rotalsnart eht ti evig ton ylsuoires uoy did io¡±


    After saying this the newly appeared demon pulled something out of his pocket and shoved into Ezeikiel¡¯s throat. Oddly enough it went into him like he was a big block of jello.


    ¡°Greetings child of blood, my name is Belphegor¡±

 Prologue 3: The Birth of the Moons Blood

    ¡°Oh, hello stranger¡± Ezeikiel replied in a stiff manner. He wasn¡¯t very well aware of whatever the hell was going on right now.


    ¡°You mentioned something about being a child of blood?¡±Ezeikiel asked desperately searching for conversation topics. Averting his eyes from the strange man in front of him.


    ¡°Why yes I did, but first let¡¯s see what your looking at here¡­ ah you were just reborn weren¡¯t you?¡±


    ¡°Umm, I guess? Look, can you just tell me where I am?¡±


    ¡°Ah yes, welcome to the demonic clinic. Where lost and battered souls end up reincarnating. This place exists to give those unlucky ones in previous lives an edge up on their new beginning¡±


    ¡°Ahh, so I¡¯m cheating¡± Ezeikiel thought out loud


    ¡°No, no sir. You only get to ask me 2 questions¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s it! What a rip off¡±Ezeikiel thought to himself


    ¡°Now, now, don¡¯t get all huffy, after all you were born as a rare existence after all.¡±


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    Alright for my first question¡­hmmm¡­


    ¡°How long is my lifespan?¡±


    ¡°You don¡¯t have one.¡± Belphegor replied in an uninterested fashion¡±As long as there''s blood you will exist¡±


    ¡°Second question, what kind of world will I be reincarnating into?¡±


    ¡°Take a guess.¡±


    ¡°A world of swords and magic set in medieval times where a hero is summoned to defeat the demon king?¡± Ezeikiel asked with sarcasm very clearly evident all over his face.


    ¡°How¡¯d ya know?¡± Belphegor asked with an awestruck expression


    ¡°Lucky guess¡±


    ¡°Now that my job is out of the way, it¡¯s time for you to go live your life¡±


    ¡°Hey, wai¡­¡± Ezeikiel yelled before he faded out of existance


    ¡°Good luck, kid¡± Belphegor said aloud as he held up his shot of whiskey to the moon


    SCENE CHANGE


    Cold


    That what people will often describe death to be like, but the child did not expect it to be the first thing he felt.


    ¡°Awww he¡¯s so adorable!!¡± Echoed a voice within the child''s mind.


    ¡°Set form to ¡®mommy¡¯s little monster¡¯ V 7.0¡± The child watched as his body began to mold around him.


    The child observed his new body. His height was now 4.6 inches with white hair. Strangely as an added bonus he was also given a wound.


    ¡°I know sweetie, this is gonna hurt, but do your best to endure okay¡± The voice inside the childs head said with a loving tone, however the process was anything but loving.


    ¡°AAAAAAAA, *gasp* *wheeze* AAAAAAAA!!¡±


    The child watch in horror as a phantom blade began cutting deep into the the underside of his wrist. The blade sunk in deep severing and piercing the the veins. When the process was finished the child now saw something strange. The severed veins began to reconnect as it¡¯s flesh started to buuble and regrow leaving behind a moon shaped scar that began to glow before settling down.


    ¡°All done sweetie. Now my name is Luna and I¡¯m your mommy, and you little one are called Lune Ketsueki¡±