Chains Of Heaven

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"Why won't you even react, freak? Too weak to even try? Huh?" An 18 years old boy yelled at a 14 years old kid that he was beating up. The two could not look any more different, the older boy has a bulkier figure with a strong jawline, pointy nose, and the classic black hair and pitch black eyes like the rest of the clan. He also had on pristine black clothes adorned with gold and silver.

The younger one was scranny, he had long green hair, a delicate face, almost skeletal figure, and a simple white tunic that had clear marks of steps and other filth in it.

"So? Won't you even TRY and fight back?" The older one yelled before snickering. "Oh right, my bad, I forgot you is a defective product that can't turn into the clan's sword form at all and is nothing more than trash who doesn't even have a proper weapon form!" The older boy then smirked even further before showing an annoyed face. "Damm, due to my mistake about how useless you are I ended up asking for the impossible. Now I feel bad about myself, how do you intend to fix that, HUH?"

KICK KICK KICK

The younger boy ignored it all, not moving or reacting even as this was happening.

"Tch, already too broken to even react anymore. How boring." The older boy said before spitting in the younger one and leaving the prison cell. "And here I was hoping that I would manage to make him try something and get that excuse to banish him from the clan."

Outside the cell a girl shook her head.

"Brother Di Wan is too hasty, don't you know how you don't really need to do that? The elders are already talking of throwing him out anyway, you shouldn't worry about doing this yourself."

"Shut it, Mi Wan, of course I know this. I am just a tad annoyed that my punching bag is going to be leaving before long. Hitting him is just too great."

The two's voices kept going further and further away while the younger boy kept locked inside his cell.

Despite the bruises he turned his body and looked to the ceiling of his cell.

"Is this really it? Is this all that my life amounts to?"

The boy closed his eyes and went to sleep, ignoring the hurt his body was in.

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"... So these are yo choices? Very well, # will wait to s$# how great a show you will give me young $%$#!#"

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The boy woke up with a startle but quickly fell back down.

"Hehe, to think, I still, could dream." He said brokenly as he continued there. His stomach growling as he concentrated on the why.

Why he was there in this situation.

And the answer, the answer was that he was simply unlucky to be born different.

His clan is descendant of a member of the Heaven Smiting Devil Clan, a clan of devils who could turn into swords and were originated from one of the four Devil Emperors.

How his clan came to be on this planet and what was the story behind it was something he could not understand, but he could understand enough to know how the clan was now.

When he was born it was clear he was different from the others. When everyone of the bloodline had black hair and black eyes he had green hair and sky blue eyes, he also was found without any darkness profound energy inherently in his veins and, to add insult to the injury, he was also just the son of a woman the family's patriarch took by force and died giving birth. The patriarch did not think anything of this son who was hopeless in his eyes and what little he cared for him vanished after it was found out he could not turn into a Heaven Smiting Sword like everyone else.

The boy curled up in his stomach that was growling furiously, it has been days since he last ate and he had to sparingly drink water as many times people forgot about bringing him water or food.

He was contained in the cell to not bring shame to the family's patriarch due to his presence, the boy wasn't even given a name as in this clan people only get a name after turning into a sword and he never turned into one.

He just stayed there, on the ground, for another week until guards entered the place. He was dragged out but was far too weak to question why or do anything really about it.

"Well, well, well, I guess this is it. The elders have finally reached a consensus." An older man of about thirty years old appearance-wise said as he approached. "The discussion about whatever allowing you to remain and be a breeding horse to improve the next generation on the clan was vetoed and the decision is that it is too risky. While it might improve the next generation of the branch families it might also damage them as you might spread your uselessness and defects. As such, you are exiled from the clan from this day to your last day. If you ever enter the clan's territory again or claim to be one of us you shall be killed without a second thought."

After that, the boy was quickly taken to the outside of the clan's area and thrown in a lake there, not even bothering to drop him properly on the ground and instead just literally dropping him from the sky while they fly away.

As the boy was drowning flashes of his life started going on and on, he remembered clearly all the pain, all the suffering, all the injustice, and his vision grew black.

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"So, I can really have all that? No strings attached, I can really have all that just because?" A young voice asked as an older man answered.

"Yes, no worries there. I only wish to see how it would play out. You will have those things with you when you awaken, truly awaken." As the older man said that lights flashed and the younger one was flung back to someplace else. "Of course, some slight changes will happen to them, they need to better fit the world you are entering after all, but they will still be there for you to figure out and use. Now, show me what changes you will make in this world destined to so much suffering, young &¨$*%&*& #."

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The young man opened his eyes, memories of another life floated to his head as he drowned, memories of a civilized society that worked by the law instead of by the fist, not a perfect society but one that one could live without need to fear someone would come and kill you just because they felt like it.

A society where what he went through would not have had happened.

His eyes would have watered if they could but in this place he couldn't. But, there were other things he remembered.

He had been reincarnated in this world by some Random Omnipotent Power and had on hand four beyond measure amazing artifacts, and even more importantly he was not useless or 'broken' as the people of his former clan believed him to be.

He might not be able to turn into a sword like them, but he was still a weapon, at all times he was a weapon that could look down on them.

He might not remember his name from his last life, nor most of personal information like family, friends, girlfriends, or anything about himself personally, but he remembers the name of the one whose body he has chosen to inhabit. A body made from mud by the hands of two of the strongest Gods, the father, the king of the Gods, the Mother, the Goddess of Creation, he was a wild beast for years until he learned about being human, to have a self to speak off, limiting his powers but gaining meaning beyond what even the Gods imaginced and becoming a being with a power that all the Gods would fear should he ever fight them.

He was the Chains of Heaven.

"ENKIDU!" The boy, screamed out even underwater and chains sprung from his back and were launched outside of the water, pulling him out and to safety.

The boy could not understand why such a thing was ever even allowed, was it only because anyone in this society could do whatever they wanted with those weaker than them?

How f.u.c.k.e.d up is that?

No, he would not accept that reality as 'it is just how it is'. He would not take that, not at all. If no one else would fight for what is correct in this world, everyone only thinking of themselves, then he will fight for the little guys who are overlooked like he was. He will be the one to do that which no one with power ever bothered trying to really do.

He is going to change how things work in this world.

As he arrived at this decision he stood in shacky legs, his body too used to beatings and malnourished to the point that, if not for him being in the body he is, he would definitely have died who knows how many times over.

And so, without being able to keep balance and stumbling along the way a man that would become legend began to walk forward.