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Chapter One: Noxy's Backstory / The Moon - 1
Narrator:
Seventeen years ago, in a family the townsfolk called "the Brahmin family," a child was born. Some whispered that day that a demon had entered the world. Others insisted it was a god. But within the walls of his home, the family knew one truth: this child would bring about their end.
Scene: Noxy's Birth
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Noxy's father stood at the center of the birthing room, his eyes alight with joy. The torches flickered, casting long shadows across the carved wooden walls.
Noxy's Father:
"Today is the day my family receives a new warrior—one who will bring peace to this world."
Narrator:
But in the shadows, Noxy's grandfather furrowed his brow, unease curling around his heart.
Noxy's Grandfather:
"I understand your happiness, my son, but… I feel something strange. A shadow, a terrible omen."
Noxy's Father:
"I feel it too, Father. But my joy outweighs it—because today, I become a father."
Narrator:
At last, the newborn cried. But instead of joy, fear painted the faces of those present. A villager, pale and frantic, dashed past the doorway. Noxy's father grabbed him.
Noxy's Father (anxious):
"What's happened? Why are you running? Tell me about my son—what has happened?"
Random Villager (trembling):
"Master… your son… your son is not human! He is not normal!"
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The man fled, leaving a chill in the air. Fear gnawed at Noxy's father.
Scene: The Disembodied Warning
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Then, a voice—cold, disembodied, and echoing—filled the halls of the house, reverberating through every corridor. Shadows twisted unnaturally along the walls.
Voice (ominous, deep):
"This child is born at the crossing of three paths—the path of gods, the path of demons, and the path of man. He is destined to destroy his own bloodline. His power will shake the world, and his own family shall fall before him."
Narrator:
A shiver ran through everyone present. Even the bravest relatives froze, staring at one another in terror and disbelief. Whispers of fear and doubt curled like smoke through the air.
Noxy's Uncle (whispering to himself, pale):
"He… he will kill his own family?"
Narrator:
The seed of dread had been planted. The family's unity fractured instantly. Some wished to strike the child down immediately; others still clung to hope, desperate to believe in the father's plea.
Scene: The Family House – Tension Before Bloodshed
Narrator:
The family had gathered, their eyes dark with suspicion and fear. Some had drawn steel, convinced that the newborn would destroy them all. Noxy's father stepped forward, his hands raised—not in attack, but in desperate plea.
Noxy's Father (voice firm, yet pleading):
"Brothers… please. Stop this madness. He is my son! He has done nothing wrong! Lay down your blades. Do not spill blood today."
Noxy's Uncle (angrily):
"Do you not see the signs? This child is born to destroy us! We cannot let him live!"
Noxy's Father:
"No! I will not allow harm to come to him. You are my brothers—think! Must we kill our own blood at the whim of a shadowed voice?"
Narrator:
For a moment, the room was silent. Some lowered their weapons slightly, uncertainty flickering in their eyes.
Noxy's Father (desperate, raising his voice):
"Stop! I beg you! Spare him! I swear, I will guide him. He will not bring ruin to our family—I will see to it myself!"
Narrator:
But a few hearts were too hardened by fear and hatred. The unyielding ones tightened their grip on their weapons, eyes blazing. Noxy's father's pleas echoed unheard.
Second Uncle (cold, determined):
"You would use your sacred power to protect the child? Then we will end you both."
Narrator:
With that, steel flashed. The father, his heart breaking, realized there was no other choice. The fight was inevitable.
Scene: Brutal Fight Unleashed
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The clash erupted. Noxy's father moved with precision, blocking strikes meant for his son, deflecting lethal blows aimed at the infant in his arms. Each parry, each step, was a desperate dance to protect Noxy. Sparks of steel and blood lit the room like fireflies in a storm.
Noxy's Father (shouting over the chaos):
"Do not touch him! He is my son! Lay down your blades while you still can!"
Narrator:
Blades struck against him, splintering wood and tearing armor. A dagger grazed his arm, slicing through flesh. He cried out—not in pain, but in fury.
He spun, disarming one uncle, sending him sprawling, then intercepted a lunge aimed at the baby. Sparks of blood and steel flew in the dim light.
Narrator:
The pleas failed. No one lowered their weapons. One uncle, ice-cold and merciless, stabbed him in the back. Pain seared, but his focus never wavered. Protecting his son, he struck down those who would harm the child, each movement brutal, each strike final. Limbs fell, screams pierced the air, and the floor became a mosaic of red.
Narrator:
Little Noxy, in his swaddling cloth, felt the tremor of the floor, the roar of anger, the warmth of blood nearby. Fear surged in his tiny chest, yet some instinct whispered that he was safe… for now.
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Noxy's mother tried to escape, but chaos swallowed her. She stumbled, the infant's cries echoing through the hall, raw and piercing. The father's rage became unstoppable, spectral energy flashing with every strike. Heads rolled, blood sprayed, and the family's sacred house was drenched in horror.
Grandfather (shouting, desperate):
"Enough, my son! Stop before you destroy us all!"
Noxy's Father (voice hollow, rage raw):
"Destroy? I have already lost everything! My wife… my family… all gone! And now you ask me to stop?"
Narrator:
He sank to his knees, chest heaving, the weight of blood and grief crushing him. Then a figure appeared—a black-cloaked stranger, cradling the infant.
Black-Clad Stranger:
"Master… your wife is gone. But I saved your child."
Noxy's Father (broken, grief-stricken):
"My love… my family… all gone. Why must I survive this hell?"
Grandfather:
"My son… hold yourself together—"
Noxy's Father (pointing at the child, voice quivering but firm):
"Take him away! Keep him far from me! Since his birth, I have lost everything! I am his father, yes—but I cannot bear his presence. Take him away!"
Narrator:
Noxy's father withdrew into solitude. Rino, the stranger, raised the boy. Shadows of hatred never vanished, and darkness waited for the right moment to return.
Scene: Five Years Later
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Little Noxy had grown curious but wary. He looked at Rino, the only figure he trusted completely.
Little Noxy (innocent, questioning):
"Hey, Rino… why does everyone hate me? I'm like them. Only… only one of my eyes is different. Is that why they want to kill me?"
Rino (kneeling, gentle smile):
"No, child. That's not true. You are the strongest boy in the world. People fear what they don't understand—but one day, you will rise above them. Everyone loves you, little one. Isn't that right, Mother?"
Little Noxy (frowning):
"If that's true… then why won't Father look at me? Since Grandfather left, no one in the family even sees me…"
Rino (warm, but worried):
"You think too much, little boy. Trust me—you are not alone."
Narrator:
Yet Rino knew the silence would not last. Darkness waited for the right moment to return.