Ch.2 His end and Beginning

Shoved down in the grass by two of the boy's, he was forced to eat a pill called Azarkia that only demons could eat otherwise you were dead. As the boy's laughed at him, his face turned red as he saw red flames and then he stopped moving. The boy's then ran away as they knew he had died.

James Arcoin watched as the flames consumed him and he then saw a man with a black Aura around him watching him.

"So you have finally found yourself, my grandson." The man said as he kneeled down, continuously staring at James.

"Who...are you?" James said, as he then stood up.

The man smiled as he then also stood up and sighed.

"I am your great grandfather, Draycus Arcoin, The King of Askirath's Kingdom of the fourth hell of demons, and as you have been found, here is your bloodline weapon, Black Blood,

a sythe as well as dual swords." He said as he handed a black sythe that floated in the air.

James looked at his grandfather, puzzeled. "What do you mean by my.... bloodline?" He asked.

"Your bloodline? My grandson, our bloodline comes from beyond what you can comprehend! It is a bloodline that comes from an old existence, one far greater than the Elder God's. We were one of the only families that had one before the world even knew of bloodlines." The man smiled.

"Here also is a bracelet that hides your bloodline from them as well. As it has already been three days in the world, I will see you later, my grandson."

Draycus then smiled again as he then said some words and disappeared in the flames as James stood holding the things his great grandfather had given him appeared where he had died.

Knowing that if he appeared back at the Kingdom he could be found to be a demon, he thought it would be best to leave the Holy Red Empire and go to a nearby kingdom, he then walked away from everything he had once known, vowing to himself that he would be stronger then those before him.