Doma was born into a family consumed by greed.
Because heaven had blessed him at birth with hair as beautiful as white oak and rainbow-colored eyes, his parents hailed him as a messenger of God.
Had it been nothing more than praise, that would have been harmless enough. But shortly after Doma was born, his parents founded a religious sect-the Eternal Paradise Cult.
As a young child, he was placed upon a divine throne. As the earthly "messenger" of the "God of Paradise," he listened to the troubles of pitiful believers whom life had driven into a corner.
He had been clever since childhood. Though he could not understand why those people cried, he had tried hard to imagine their thoughts, to reason out how they thought.
He listened patiently to their sleep-inducing personal troubles and offered lofty words of comfort, but inwardly, he found these adults both pitiful and ridiculous.
God?
Where was this God?
If God existed, a fraudulent cult like theirs would have suffered divine punishment long ago.
God did not exist at all. Humans had simply imagined him to comfort themselves.
Even he understood such a simple truth, yet those adults, more than fifty years old, could not see it.
He followed his mother's instructions and shed tears of compassion.
Those tears spilling from his rainbow-colored eyes only drove the believers into a greater frenzy.
But before long, he stopped doing it.
He had discovered two secrets.
His parents had not founded the Eternal Paradise Cult to ease people's troubles or convey God's will at all.
His mother took every last bit of those poor fools' savings, including the money sick people needed to save their lives and the funds the elderly depended on in their declining years. She squandered it lavishly, living a life of