Prologue 1-3: ?

The “Beast” held a strong hatred for the “Monster Who Defied God.”

How long had it lived with that loathing? ...The Beast wasn’t human. It had lived for an eternity, and even it didn’t know anymore.

The Beast was once tricked into lending the Monster its power.

It was that mistake that had cost the Beast everything.

The Beast had lost its freedom, and so it had no way of knowing what destruction the Monster had wrought upon the earth... but it assumed that the Monster had destroyed the world for its own satisfaction.

Hatred, regret, guilt...

“Monster... I’ll kill you myself...”

The Beast lived on, its body wracked by these three pains. Its hatred for the Monster was the only thing that kept it going. Defeating the Monster someday was its duty—the reason for its existence.

That was the only way it could stay sane. That was the only way it could find the strength to keep living.

And so the Beast waited.

It kept waiting for the chance that would grant it its freedom once more. It waited, not knowing if the chance would ever come.

It waited for the day when it would fulfill its revenge—its duty.

It suffered as it waited.

It hated as it waited.

And one day... The chance it had been waiting for finally came.