At the beginning of time a figure stood alone in the darkness, patiently waiting for the right moment for things to begin anew. A painstakingly long silence occurred in a soundless realm until the figure spoke a single sentence.

"Let it begin.."

Existence exploded into view, breathtaking colours being brushed upon an eerie midnight coloured landscape as stars and planets came to be and coalesced into galaxies, the beginning of existence was a violent one yet a beautiful one.

As we zoom in thousands of years later, a single baby boy is seen with the pattern of a galaxy in his eyes, born of the stars and descendants of the one who held the universe in his palm. The boy's hair was jet black, darker than midnight, his cries echoed throughout the heavenly realm as they signified the birth of a force unstoppable..

The mother looked down upon him, a radiant smile on her angelic features while the father looked on with pride.

"Francis.. what shall we name him?" She asked, looking to the father now known as Francis.

The father gave a short reply, looking to the sky. "Eriadne, there's only one name we can give him.. Paris, Paris Romulus Fall!" The moment the father spoke the boy's name the very heavens shook, as names have power and this one... happened to be one of untold power.

Years passed and the boy lived a quiet life in the gleaming capital of heaven, his eyes full of wonder as he ran along with his childhood friend. The boy was quite strong for the age of four, able to crush rocks in his hands yet he had the gentleness of a kitten.

The boy always had a bright smile on his face when he played with his friend Edissa, the two were inseparable.

Roughly two years later at the age of six the boy's hybrid features made themselves known, nine fox tails and two pairs of angel wings as well as fox ears on top of his head. That was when the bullying began to start.

Rocks were thrown at the boy, calling him a monster and an outcast, not a single child wanted to play with him aside from Edissa.

That very same day as the bullying began he was protected by Edissa and the young girl was hit with a rock, the boy flew into a rage and began beating those who bullied him, something he had been taught to never do. There was a rage inside of him, so dark and horrible he swore to never let it out again as the other children cowered in fear. Those that had been picking up rocks and throwing them now picked up their own teeth and ran home crying.

The boy was scolded severely for this, and distanced himself from everyone.

Three to four years later the boy had finally made amends with those he had hurt and became friends with everyone, even though it had taken a long time.

One day his older brother had came home, the pride of the family, Idrus and the first prince of heaven was home. Idrus was an arrogant angel, believing himself to be the greatest at everything he did..

That was until Paris shattered his worldview by beating him in sports, a ten year old boy was better than him at sports? Stronger than him? Faster than him? Impossible!

However Idrus only congratulated his little brother, a smile on his face at how strong his brother had become. Or so it seemed..
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That night the boy dreamed of fire and death, waking up in a cold sweat he ran to his parents and told them he had a nightmare and spent the night with his parents.

Five more years passed and the boy had matured greatly, growing tall and stronger than ever. For his efforts in swordplay he was given the family's ancestral blade, the "Aki No Kūjin" the boy was instructed to never use it unless absolutely necessary due to its destructive power.

Months passed and on the day of August 22nd, year 200 AD on his sixteenth birthday the boy's destiny began.