Kamino Satsujintou. A blue barrelled pen slickly moved across a white page of paper with the help of a white, right hand, writing it down. A boy with dark blue, fluffy hair with some rogue strands standing upright, looked down at the piece of paper. His dark brown eyes stared intensely at it... What was the reason for the intensity burning in his eyes? His eyes narrowed and eyebrows moved in, making a crease at the forehead.

A quiet sigh came from smooth, light pink lips as he lifted his head up straight. Surrounding Kamino was a cream coloured room. Brown, slightly rough, carpet laid on the floor, with dark brown and light brown mixed together to create a spotted effect. A shiny, black leather swivel chair was at it's highest point with Kamino sitting on it, tapping the pen against the paper. Kamino himself was wearing a plain white shirt with grey shorts, pale feet kicked to and forth as he laid his arm against the brown, oak wood table.

With dark red curtains featuring a floral design closed and a dim yellow light on, a safe and cozy feeling emitted from the room. On his left was his simplistic bed, white sheets on the mattress with a white pillow. A thick, fluffy golden blanket laid on top, with white being the colour for the quarter top of it. Nothing too spectacular or odd about it, just a nice place to sleep. On his right was a large dark brown wardrobe, filled with his outfits, and most importantly, his prized possession, a sword named "Hirari", which meant "nimble". If Kamino could only keep one thing, he keep Hirari. There was almost something weird about his obsession of it, especially keeping it close to him at all times, but today he stored it away.

On Kamino's table, there was a modern red lamp on his left which was turned off. No use for it if the lights were on, right? Next to it was a desk tidy, holding things like spare pens, pencils, an eraser and a ruler. On a pile to his right was a blue tray which held sheets of paper that he had used. The tray was overfilled however, and some papers stuck out. Back to his left, he had a large plastic bottle he had reused as his water bottle. Down on the floor underneath the table was a pile of A4 paper ready for him to use at any given moment. And underneath the table we're two drawers, holding who knows what? Probably things like paper clips, sticky notes, stapler maybe...

"I give up." Kamino groaned as he dropped his pen and scrunched up the paper roughly in his two hands, before chucking it into the small black bin next to his chair. "Grrr... Damn it!"

"What's the matter Onii-san?" A female voice called out.

"Nothing Ikari-chan!" Kamino shouted back quickly, swivelling in his chair to face his closed, white, wooden door. On it, was a rack which held a purple towel. Then, opening it loudly, a girl entered into the room, mid-length dark blue hair tied up into two lower tails as she looked at Kamino with a dead-pan almost look.

"I know something's wrong, Onii-san... You don't shout suddenly without a reason." The girl replied, blinking her brown eyes. They had a soft and innocent look in them, yet still conveying a dead-pan look. The silence of the room allowed a cricket chirping fill it.

"Honestly Ikari-chan, it's fine... I'm just frustrated, that's all." Kamino ruffled through his hair. Between him and his sister, he was sixteen years old and Ikari was thirteen years old.

"Alright then Onii-san... But Kaa-chan said she's almost done making dinner." Ikari hummed softly as she left the room.

"Alright Ikari-chan. Thanks for the heads up." Kamino gave a thumbs up as she left. "Also, close the door! And next time, knock! That's just proper manners!!" He said with annoyance in his tone.

"No problem Onii-san! And sorry!" She quickly ran back to his room and closed the door, leaving some of it open. Kamino sighed.

"Why do I ask others to close the door when they don't even do it properly?" He stood up and clicked his tongue in annoyance, getting frustrated even more. He closed the door fully and sat back down, to only scoot to his wardrobe and slowly open the sliding door.

There, he saw his sword held up by two black prongs, with a base on the bottom. It was thin and long, akin to a broadsword but much more smaller. It was a glamorous silver and had a dark grey etching into it. A small section poked out on each side, similar to an irregular pentagon. Five sides, but two slanted inwards and then two more lines were put together into a sharp point. That was a shiny light gold colour with a dark blue etching engraved into the sword. The handle was a black rough grip so that Kamino could keep hold of it at all possible times, and the end of the handle was gold and spherical, with a sharp point at the centre. The base which the blade held onto was gold and thin, and ends were curled inwards to look fancier, and the centre of the curls also had spikes on it.

Kamino smiled softly at Hirari, looking proud like a father. He grabbed a black fingerless glove underneath it and slipped it onto his right hand, before picking up Hirari gently. "Tomorrow, we'll slay a God together. You can count on that, Hirari."

Prologue, END.

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A/N

Hi. Yes, I'm making another book because my manga inspiration suddenly went down the drain.

I'd like to thank kaiishida for helping me out for a lot of this book. You're a freaking legend my dude.

Other than that, the title explains itself. Kamino is out to start a Harem of God's Slaves.

Time to do this!

Kick back, relax and watch this shit storm go down.

That's all, Fox out!

Word Count: 1026 words