Kapitel 1: Live, My Son
A large Demon with blue-red horns, that curved behind his head, two large, blue-red feathered wings, fiery red hair, red skin with a bright blue stomach and lower body, two blazing red eyes full of hate, and four clawed arms walked amongst a burning battlefield with dead bodied littered across the ground.
The Demon had a large snarl on his face as he walked toward an Elf with fair skin, two icy draconic eyes, black armor with golden embroideries and trimmings, as well as a black sword that emit a large volume of black-blue flames. The Elf was wearing a blue, crystalline crown atop his head with a small black and grey dragon hatchling sitting on his arm.
The Demon burst into flames as he yelled "Aurelias!! You have slaughtered my kin, and now you dance upon their corpses!? I'll have your head for this, you traitor!!" Two large hammers appeared in the Demon's top hands, their red-blue surfaces catching the sun's light and reflecting it in a dazzling display of colors.
Aurelian scoffed and said "Why, I have not betrayed you, my dear Vurnan. I merely defended myself from your bloodthirsty men!" A sick and twisted smile found its way onto his face, making Vurnan gnash his teeth as he yelled "You bastard!!" and leapt off of the ground, causing a large crater to form where he had just been standing.
Aurelian smirked and raised his sword to block Vurnan's strike, however, he soon found that his arm had went numb from the impact. Aurelian hurriedly dodged Vurnan's lightning fast hammers as he began to murmur a chant under his breath.
Vurnan became a flurry of attacks as his vision turned red, and his gaze locked onto the bastard King of Elves. Suddenly, Aurelian stepped inside of Vurnan's attack and stuck his palm to his chest before releasing a large black explosion that left a massive crater in the ground. Aurelian emerged from the dust with a victorious expression on his face, but that soon turned into a snarl as the dust settled and revealed an unharmed Vurnan.
Vurnan released a blood-chilling yell of rage and grief before 'blinking' in front of Aurelian and delivering a massive blow to his stomach, sending him flying backwards in a shower of blood. Vurnan stood there huffing, as his rage had yet to be diminished, when Aurelian stood back up and popped his neck before saying "Damn. If I had not made a pact with a Spirit, I would be as good as dead right about now..."
Vurnan smiled wickedly and said "Good! Now I have a proper way to vent my anger! I'll make you wish you were mortal..." The two collided and created a devastating blast of fire, their bodied nothing but a blur to anyone unlucky enough to see their battle.
Fire, Light, Ice, and Earth spells were cast an innumerable amount of times as the battle of the Demon King Vurnan, and the Elf King Aurelias continued for several days, destroying most of the Cursed Realm in the process. The Cursed Realm was supposed to be a place where no one but the Demon Folk could enter, since it was located in a different plane than the planet Rath. However, no one thought about the possibilities of a God entering their plane.
Vurnan lay on the ground, half of his body torn to shreds, and moved his head to look at Aurelian, who was in a similar state. Aurelian returned his gaze and scoffed before saying "Don't give me that look. You know that my soul will take time to regenerate but, once it does, I'll be able to descend back to the Mortal Realm once more..."
Vurnan let out a dry laugh before saying "Yes, I know that. Sadly, I cannot say the same. I'm afraid our rivalry ends here, old friend..." Aurelian crinkled his nose and said "Don't get all sentimental on me, it is quite disgusting to hear you call me 'friend' in such a familiar tone." Vurnan shook his head with a small smile as he thought back to the days he and Aurelian would argue about the smallest things and bicker all the time as they adventured across the Mortal Realm with their old friends.
It was a pleasant and simple time back then, but fate had other plans. Vurnan became the next Demon King while Aurelian had become the next Elven King, and their friends eventually grew old and left them. "Aurelian..." Aurelian rolled his eyes and asked "What, you annoying bastard?" Vurnan chuckled and said "Protect my son for me...he's a good child with a soul that far outshines our own. Make sure he becomes a fine man..."
Vurnan's skin began to turn cold as his eyes grew heavy. His willpower was the only thing keeping him alive. Aurelian went to respond to Vurnan's request but, by the time he had turned his head, the Demon King was already dead. Aurelian's eyes misted over as he clenched his jaw in an effort to quell his raging emotions burdening his heart.
"I'll make sure he grows up to be even stronger than you...don't worry, you old fool..."
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The sounds of nature filled my ears as a gentle breeze swept across the land and tickled my skin. Sweat dripped off of my body as I weaved my swords through a complicated form passed down in my family. My blades created a near silent hum as they passed through the air and created dazzling arcs as the sunlight reflected off of their red, gem-like surfaces.
More...
I have to get stronger to protect what's left of my family. I need strength. I need to show the Demons that I'm stronger than them all, and that I truly deserve the title that my father had passed down to me. I refuse to lose to my cursed and twisted brethren.
My blades burst into black-red flames as I continued to get faster and faster until my form was just short from becoming a blur. I felt my body scream out in agony and I fell to the ground, blood trickling out from my mouth and onto the pristine green grass.
I wiped the blood from my mouth and stood as my mother walked out of the house. She is, and always will be, the most beautiful woman in all of the Cursed Realm with her flawless, unblemished skin, fiery red hair and horns, as well as her bright smile. Her eyes crinkled as a small smile made its way to her lips before she called out and said "I'll need you to go and get some more bread for supper tonight! Don't take too long ok!"
I sheathed my swords and walked over to her as I said "Don't worry, I won't take long. Just be careful since I won't be here incase of an emergency." She nodded her head with a loving smile as she ruffled my hair and ushered me off. I began to walk down the long, dirt road toward the main city. I looked around and saw fields for as far as I could see on either sides of the road.
A decent amount of clouds covered the sky, so the heat was somewhat bearable today even with the breeze trying its best to cool me down. 'Well, in two years I'll hopefully grow my wings...then this trip will be easier on me...' I fancied the idea of flying around in the sky, something that would soon become a reality.
Usually, at the age of twelve a Demon would grow their wings and at twenty they would grow their second pair of arms. Currently, I was only ten, so I wasn't too far off from getting a massive increase in strength. 'Speaking of strength...Status.'
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[Status]
Name: Vazan Ith'tonath Thorkan Tholmoran
Age: 10
Level - 5
Race: Demon
Bloodline: Royal Bloodline
Title: (N/A)
Strength: 23 --> 24
Intelligence: 30 --> 32
Endurance: 35 --> 39
Dexterity: 28 --> 30
Agility: 41 --> 45
Mana: 200 --> 213
Skills: [Enhanced Perception(Level-2)] [Swordsmanship(Level-4)] [Mana Manipulation(Level-4)]
Magic: [Abyss Magic(Level-N/A)] [Blood Magic(Level-1)]
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I whistled as I realized that my Swordsmanship had went up two levels, but I was also frustrated that my Strength had only went up by one point. I focused on the road, forcing the screen to disappear, and saw a long line of caravans being pulled by large lizards. It didn't take much intelligence to realize that they were traders, most likely slave traders.
I ran my hand through my rather long black-grey hair as the caravans rolled by. A few of the drivers caught my eye and I silently jot down their features in my mental notebook as I continued on my way down to the city, a lingering, foreign feeling clinging to the back of my neck, making my hair stand on edge.
I reached the city and slipped into the large crowd, keeping my head down and moving quickly toward the nearest bakery. I stepped out of the crowd and into the glass doors of the bakery that mother always makes me go to, catching quite the whiff of treats being baked in the back.
A round man with short dark blue hair, lizard-like red eyes, red skin, and a long scaled tail leaned over the counter and asked "Ah, Vazan! Is there anything I can get for you today?" I smiled slightly and walked up to the counter as I said "Yes, actually, I'll take two loafs of the usual." The man, Orsok, smiled widely as he nodded his head and brought out two loafs of Honeybranch, a delicious tasting bread that is made from a special type of wheat called Honeysugar.
I pulled my coin purse out from my dimensional storage and took out four silver coins before handing them over to Orsok. I put my money away and grabbed the bread before thanking the man and returning to the surprisingly empty streets.
The strange feeling was now more than an annoyance as it gripped my heart, cold sweat forming on my brow and neck. My eyes darted around, looking for anything that could pose a threat, but there wasn't even a speck of dirt on the stone ground. I began to quickly walk toward the large, open gates of the city and, once I got out, I ran back toward the house as fast as I could.
I knew what this feeling was, but I refused to accept it.
But I knew that this was the pain of loss.
I saw an ugly, black smoke rising from the distance and I begged the Gods to keep my mother safe. I neared the house and found it engulfed in purple-white flames. It felt like my heart was being clinched by a vice as I dropped the bread and slowly stumbled over to the front door, or what used to be the front door.
What used to be a large and extremely comfortable stone house, was now nothing more than melted stone and ashes. I looked and looked, but I couldn't find my mother, the only thing I could find was a necklace that my father used to keep, and his ring that he left behind before he went to face his last battle. I felt tears flow down my cheeks as I clenched my fist and collapsed to my knees. I was overcome with grief as I let out a scream of rage and indignation.
I looked up toward the sky and yelled "I'll find the bastards who did this! You hear me, I'll find you! I'll rip your hearts out with my own hands and relish in your pain until your miserable bodies cannot hold on to your blackened souls any longer! I vow that I, Vazan Ith'tonath Thorkan Tholmoran, Son of Vurnan, will enact my revenge and cleanse this world of all corruption..."
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