Prologue
Delia stared at the students walking through the streets, so bright and happy. Delia was the opposite, she hid in the shadows of the alley, jealousy gnawing at her. She wanted to walk through the streets that way too, without a care, with no one chasing her away. Delia took a step forward, pausing right before she officially stepped into the streets. But she knew of the impossible, so after letting out a deep sigh, she faded back into the shadows, eyeing the people on the streets enviously. One day, Delia promised to herself.
"One day I'll stand right there with all of them. I'll proof that I'm as good as them."
Delia was of the slums, she grew up in the slums and she left the slums.
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Aziel didn't know what to say. He didn't think he was expected to know, not when it was a doctor informing him of his expected death.
Now as he thought back about that incident, Aziel didn't know why he froze up without saying anything. Was he sad? Not really. Humans die sooner or later. Was he angry? He didn't have anything to be angry at. Aziel didn't feel like anything in fact. Maybe he froze up because part of him was already expecting it to happen, and it did. Maybe that part of him still didn't want to die yet.
Aziel was of death. He was born from death. So when he left his mansion for the first time in 16 years, death followed him.
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And they met. A boy who wished to live and a girl who wished to die.
