It goes way back to the genesis of vampires, it’s the story of how the angel Michaela fell from heaven into the unsightly earth.

“Ohh, God. God. Give me your blood…”

“…”

Why did it turn out like this?, Mikaela thought.

When he was a child, all he wanted was for his parents to laugh. He was always laughing for this very reason. He was so desperate, it’s like he gave it all he had to please them. But even so, they abandoned him.

They were on a highway. Traveling at 100 km, maybe 120 km per hour, that was when his mother opened the sliding door of the minivan and said,

His father sat on the driver’s seat as Mika asked him for help. He knew his father wasn’t going to help him, though.

These days his father was always drinking, getting drunk. He kept saying “your mom’s going crazy because of you” every time he had the chance, then he would hit Mikaela. Wishing that hand would stop hitting him, he told his father that he loved him every day. “I love you, papa.” But even so, his father didn’t stop. With a sad look on his face, he would hit him.

Apparently his mother was into some kind of religion. He didn’t really know what ‘religion’ was at that time because he was only five, but in retrospect, it was probably something religious.

His mother would come and go to a “church” every day. Then she started going to strange meetings. He thinks it was around that time that his father started drinking. Wasn’t the cause of all of this somewhere in that religion, then?

Inside the car at 120 km per hour. With the door opened, his mother smiled gently at him with her beautiful face, then said,

“I love you, Mikaela.”

He was thrown out of the car. At that moment, it was like he was seeing everything in slow-motion. The gray road flowing at a frightening speed. The clear sky with no traces of clouds. Then they moved around one after the other, his field of vision going in circles.

He was probably going to die. But that didn’t matter anymore. Because knowing that he was abandoned by his parents already carved a deep enough wound on his heart. He was thrown away. He wasn’t needed.

And yet.

“…”

Why did something like this happen?

Several years later—

The world was destroyed by a virus. Children were caught by vampires and were crammed in together deep down below surface. But even so, even now, he still remembers the last words his mother told him.

“You don’t have to worry. You’re special. You’re a chosen child. And you carry the name Michaela, no matter what. Now go!”

What on earth did she mean by that? Just what exactly was “Michaela”?
He turned into vampire livestock without knowing the answer.