Prologue Spider of Naraka

In a corner of Southeast Asia.

In the depths of the jungle where tall trees and shrubs grew in abundance.

There were historic ruins of Khmer architecture covered with ivies.

The left-to-decay ruins were forgotten existences even for the local inhabitants.

But, in a part of it, light was coming out from one of the windows.

That brightness stood out in the torrential rain that fell incessantly from the lead colored clouds that hid completely the sun.

It wasn't a flame.

It was the brightness of civilization based on electricity.

What were emitting that were the CRT monitors piled up highly inside the historic ruins.

Those practically countless monitors were showing the same very girl.

It was the figure ofCrimson PrincessStella Vermillion who was making flutter her burning-looking red hair.

Eventually the video that was projected came to an end with the figure of Stella trampling on it without hesitation as she looked down on the camera with eyes as if she was looking at garbage.

I like that she's lovely, isn't she?

At the same time, a hot long breath echoed in one of the room of the ruins.

That breath was let out by a small shadow that was lying down on the sofa surrounded by mountains of monitors.

From that day on, that person only thought about her twenty-four hours a day.

It was one of the 1762 marionettes that he was playing simultaneously around the world from this place.

From that time, theClownHiraga Reisen was destroyed.

He felt she was beautiful.

Her well-featured looks.

Her refined voice similar to a chirp of a bird.

Her body that overflowed with charm as a woman.

And above all, how her soul was, that she could even get angry for the sake of others.

And, for this reason, that person thought.

I wantthat girl.

I want to make that girl a doll for myself only.

And, to enjoy myself.

To make that beautiful face disfigure,

To squeeze out shrieks from her throat until her voice becomes hoarse,

To besmear with sludge her beautiful soul with whatever method comes to mind.

Yeah, that surely, surely sounds

(Very enjoyable, there's no doubt about that)

When he believed so, he couldn't keep standing even if he did so again.

That's whyI shall move.

I'll think of a miracle that will make me meet "her" in this vast world.

For the sake of obtaining all of her.

I shall move and breakeverything about her.