Satoshi had always thought of his life as ordinary—simple days, quiet streets, the warmth of his mom's cooking. But even as a kid, he could see it. That soft golden glow around his mom and sister. It was comforting, like home should be. And yet, he never told anyone. He kept it locked inside, afraid they'd look at him like something was wrong.
Today was his thirteenth birthday. He walked home with a spring in his step, the sun spilling amber light across the pavement.
"Maybe Mom got me that new game," he said to himself with a grin. The thought made his stomach growl—he could already smell her food, rich and spicy, waiting on the table.
And then—
The sky ripped open.
A scream tore through the air, something ancient and wrong. The clouds shredded like paper, and from the bleeding wounds of reality, monsters crawled through.
Shadow-beasts. Jaws too wide. Limbs that moved like nightmares.
Light vanished. Warmth vanished. Everything he loved—gone in an instant.
Satoshi ran. He didn't even feel his feet hit the ground.
"Mom! Kisha!" he shouted, his voice cracking as he burst through the door.
The house was distorted, stretched like it had been pulled by invisible strings. Shadows danced along the walls, writhing, whispering.
The scent hit him first—iron and rot.
Then he saw them.
His mother and sister.
Or what was left.
His knees gave out. He fell, bile clawing up his throat. His world shattered, his scream silent in the face of such horror.
"No... No, please—please..."
But mercy wasn't coming.
Three figures stepped from the darkness, their black robes swallowing the light, their faces hidden behind shifting shadows.
Satoshi scrambled toward them, tears blurring his vision. His hands bled as they scraped the floor.
"Help them! Please, help them!"
The response was pain.
A boot slammed into his ribs. He crashed to the ground, coughing blood.
One of them spoke. Cold. Icy. Inhuman.
"By the decree of the Sovereign Shade, all clans who oppose him will be erased. Do not curse us. Curse your blood."
Clans? What clan?
His family wasn't special. They weren't warriors or nobles. They were just... his.
He never got to ask.
Rough hands grabbed his hair and hurled him into the abyss. As he fell, their final words rang in his ears:
"In your next life, do not defy higher beings."
—
Pain was his new world.
The abyss was alive. And it hated him.
Creatures made of darkness tore into him, their teeth gnashing through flesh and bone. Every second was a fresh horror. His screams echoed into nothingness.
But somewhere, deep inside—
Rage.
It started small. A spark.
And then it ignited.
His right eye burned red, searing through the dark. A name—ancient, primal—whispered into his soul.
The Eye of Wrath.
Power surged through him like fire. He wasn't breaking anymore. He was becoming something else.
The next monster lunged—he ripped it apart. His hands became weapons, his fury a shield. He clawed and tore, drenched in black blood.
Then—
It came.
A beast that could shatter stars. A dragon with burning eyes and a hunger that could devour worlds.
It swung a molten blade. The abyss shook.
Satoshi didn't flinch.
He caught the tendril. Tore it off.
The fight that followed was a nightmare. Bones cracked. Blood flew. Satoshi roared as he bit, clawed, and crushed.
The dragon screamed—and he silenced it.
He stood over its corpse, body trembling, soaked in blood. Not a boy. Not anymore.
He was wrath.
—
He tore through the wreckage of his home.
"Please... please still be here."
His hands trembled as he dug, until he found it—a necklace. His mother's. The crystal was cracked, dulled.
He clutched it. His power flowed into it.
Light burst out.
And from it—
A woman.
Not human. Not entirely.
Her beauty was ethereal. Her eyes, green as forests and older than time, locked onto him.
"Satoshi," she whispered, sorrow threading her voice. "You've awakened the Eye of Wrath."
"Who are you?" he asked, barely holding himself together.
"Camila. Goddess of Time. Bound to this relic. I was meant to guide you—to help you master the Eyes of Sloth and Envy."
He blinked. "No... I heard something else when I changed. Wrath. That's what I have."
Camila's expression darkened. "That shouldn't be possible. You were destined for Sloth and Envy. Your father was their last wielder."
"My... father?"
She nodded, gaze filled with old wounds. "He was once a guardian. He hid you to protect you. But something happened. The Eye of Wrath felt your rage... and it took you."
His voice was sharp. "So what now? What do the dark clans want?"
"To kill the Soul King. To rule the three realms—mortal, spirit, divine. You're a threat. Your family paid the price."
Satoshi's heart cracked again. His hands clenched, nails biting into his palms.
"Then I'll burn them to ash."
Camila stepped closer. "Then let me help. I'll guide you. Together, we'll fight back."
—
"We need to find the other four Sin wielders," Camila said.
"Four? Shouldn't that be six?"
She froze. Her eyes widened. "No... I feel them. The other two... they're inside you. Dormant."
Satoshi raised a brow. "Okay. Prove it."
"Open your status window."
"My what now?"
Camila groaned. "Unbelievable. He told you nothing. Typical."
She regained composure. "You've got more divine energy than most gods. Check it."
A shimmering screen flickered into view.
"First stage of Wrath... Sloth and Envy dormant."
Camila nodded. "That first stage gives resistances. List them."
Satoshi scanned the screen. "Paralysis, physical, spiritual, magic, pierce, heat, pain nullification... auto defense, attack prediction... I can move faster than sound."
She let out a low whistle. "You're gonna be scary at full power."
Then she sobered. "Our enemies have ranks: at the top, the Shade Sovereign. Then the 11 Dark Clans. Then knights. Demons. Monsters."
She tore open a rift. The Land of Dreams waited.
"Time to move. We're looking for the wielder of Lust."
Satoshi hesitated. "And this world? Everyone here?"
Camila's voice dropped. "Gone. All of them. This world is a graveyard."
Something inside him snapped. He staggered.
His breath hitched.
"They're really gone?"
Camila pulled him close, arms tight. "We'll bring them back. I swear."
He shook. The Eye of Wrath pulsed, demanding blood.
She pressed his head to her chest. "Feel my heartbeat. Breathe."
He did.
And for the first time in days, the fire inside dimmed just enough.
"I don't know if I'm strong enough."
"You are," she whispered, fingers combing through his hair. "And I'll be with you the whole way. No matter what."
Satoshi looked up, something fierce returning to his gaze.
He would destroy the Shade Sovereign.
He would end the 11 clans.
They walked through the rift.
The Land of Dreams was... wrong.
Gray skies. No sun. No stars. Just an endless twilight.
The people moved like puppets. Empty eyes. Empty souls.
Buildings sagged like they'd given up. Streets flooded with black, oily rivers. The air itself felt like drowning.
Camila began to speak, voice hushed. "A long time ago, the gods fought. Their worst traits—their sins—were pulled out and sealed. That's what the Eyes are. Not gifts. Curses."
Satoshi listened. His jaw tight. His heart heavy.
But his resolve?
Unshakable.
Satoshi listened closely, the weight in Camila's words keeping him locked in. She continued, "Each Eye represents a sin—Wrath, Lust, Sloth, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, and Pride. They were scattered across different dimensions, hidden inside people chosen by fate... or maybe just bad luck. Each one comes with its own power."
"Why would anyone even want that kind of power?" Satoshi asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and unease.
Camila paused for a second, her thoughts heavy. "If you master the Eyes, you gain insane strength—divine-level stuff. But it comes at a price. The power cuts deep. A lot of people who've gone after it ended up lost to their own sin. It doesn't just give you power—it changes you."
"And if someone gets all the Eyes? What happens then?" Satoshi's voice dipped lower, like even asking felt dangerous.
"They could reach a level of power that rivals the gods," she said. "But there's a catch. The Eyes were meant to contain something ancient—something dark. Bring them all together, and you could end up waking that thing. Or becoming it."
Satoshi's jaw tightened. "Then we have to get to them first."
Camila's face twisted with anger, her eyes glowing with fury. "They stole divinity from the world," she spat, her voice cracking with rage. "Do you understand what that means?"
Satoshi's brows drew together. "No. What are you talking about?"
"Every world runs on divine energy—like a battery," she said. "When it runs out, the world starts falling apart. No light, no life. Just decay."
As they walked through the ruins of a forgotten town, the silence around them told the same story—everything was dead or dying. Then Satoshi noticed something. A faint glow around a kid walking alone. Divine energy. A lot of it.
"Hey!" he called, firm but calm. "What happened here?"
The place was heavy. Everyone looked... empty. Like they weren't really there anymore.
The kid's eyes went wide with fear. She didn't say a word—just turned and bolted down an alley.
"Do we go after her?" he asked.
Camila nodded without hesitation. "She might know what's going on."
They chased her through a maze of broken buildings and rusted metal until they ended up at a crumbling warehouse. The girl darted inside.
Satoshi and Camila exchanged a look, then stepped in.
Inside, people emerged from the shadows, holding whatever they could as weapons—pipes, knives, sticks. They looked terrified and desperate.
Satoshi felt the shift and acted fast. In a blur, he disarmed them, swift but careful. No one got hurt. Just startled.
One man dropped to his knees. "Please, don't let them turn Ava into a hybrid."
Camila blinked. "Wait—what? We're not with the Dark King. What's going on?"
An older man stepped up, hands raised. "Ten years ago, his knights started capturing people with divine power. Turned them into monsters. Demon hybrids. Anyone who fought back disappeared."
Camila folded her arms. "Why haven't you fought back? There's a lot of you."
"We tried," the man said. "They crushed us. Some of the people who got captured... came back. Not as themselves. As something else."
A younger woman added quietly, "We've been hiding ever since. This isn't living—it's surviving."
Camila's fists clenched. "Why would they do that?"
"No idea. But once you become a hybrid, it's over. You don't remember who you were. You're just... gone."
Satoshi's voice dropped. "And the hollowed-out people we saw? The ones that just... exist?"
A whisper from the crowd: "If you don't have divine power, they take your soul."
Silence fell.
Camila and Satoshi looked at each other. This wasn't just some passing tragedy. This was a full-on nightmare.
Then, everything shifted.
A demonic pressure swallowed the air, and a figure slid from the shadows. A demon hybrid—half serpent, half human—slithered into view, its presence overwhelming.
Just as Satoshi tensed to strike, a small voice called out.
"Big sister!"
Ava's voice.
And there she was—on the hybrid's shoulder. A woman, part-hidden, but impossible to ignore. Her beauty didn't look real—it was the kind that stopped time. Even Satoshi felt thrown off.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice coming out softer than he expected. "Are you... one of the Dark Knights?"
Before she could answer, something hit him. His vision flashed white. Memories or knowledge—or both—rushed into his mind like a flood.
Camila narrowed her eyes. "Do you hold the Eyes of Lust?"
The woman stepped down from the creature's shoulder, her presence overwhelming. "Yes. I'm Amelia. I carry the Eyes of Lust. And you are?"
Camila answered immediately. "Camila. He's Satoshi. He holds an Eye too. We came to find you."
A flicker of something passed over Amelia's face. Doubt? Amusement? It didn't matter.
Camila kept going. "We thought the Dark Clan had you."
At the mention of the Dark Clan, Amelia's mood snapped. Her aura went lethal.
"How do you know about them?" Her voice had fangs now.
"We're not with them," Camila said quickly. "We're fighting them."
Amelia didn't wait. She flicked her wrist, and the hybrid lunged.
But Satoshi was faster. One punch, and it was down, crashing into the dirt.
Camila took a breath. "We're on the same side. We're here to end the Dark Clans."
That made Amelia hesitate.
Then, Ava jumped down and hugged her. That moment of warmth softened something in Amelia's expression. Just a little.
Later, Amelia helped gather supplies, looked after the wounded, but she was quiet. Distant.
Eventually, she found Satoshi. She didn't say anything—just handed him fresh clothes.
It was a small gesture, but it grounded him. A reminder that there was still good left.
Then she found Camila.
"We need your help," Amelia said. "You need to know something. A member of the Dark Clan has been here for ten years. Rael. And Miguel—he's worse. He's a mad scientist with Biological Manipulation."
Camila didn't react much, but Amelia saw the twitch in her fingers.
"Miguel can rewrite biology," Amelia continued. "He's making demon hybrids. Monsters."
The words landed like a storm.
Satoshi's hands curled into fists. Rage pulsed under his skin.
That night, the three of them talked for hours—arguing, planning, unraveling secrets. Satoshi didn't sleep. He couldn't.
When the whispers came—rumors of an abduction—he moved.
Amelia's name was on everyone's lips.
His heart pounded. Breath shallow. The world dulled.
She was gone.
And he would burn everything to get her back.
They stood in the ruins of a chapel under the moonlight. Satoshi paced near the altar, fists clenched. Camila leaned on a broken column, quiet.
They'd tracked Amelia all day.
But she was still missing.
She wasn't just a Sin—she was chaos in heels. Dangerous. Smart. A storm with a smile. If someone got her, they planned it.
"Say it again," Satoshi growled.
"The Dark Clans might have her," Camila said.
"Then why are we still here?"
She tossed a bloody dagger at his feet. "Everyone we questioned knew about the attack. But not where she went."
"So where is she?"
A voice from the dark: "We found something."
A guy stepped out, one of Amelia's scouts. He looked rough. Bleeding. Rattled.
Camila didn't waste time. "Talk."
"She's with the Dark Clans... but they're working for someone else. Miguel."
Satoshi's eyes lit up, rage flaring.
"Him."
Camila nodded and sent the informant away.
As the world crumbled and Amelia's life hung in the balance, something inside Satoshi snapped.
An ancient, unrelenting wrath began to stir.