5 05: Difference

After realizing that human history was somewhat filled with fake information, many conflicting thoughts pondered in Diablo's mind. Who is powerful enough to do this? Why want to do this? This certain incident made Diablo recognize that the difference between humans and demons was far less than he once thought; there were demons among the humans. Though they may have seemed human, they were very much a devil at heart.

Curiosity overcame Diablo and he surmised that there was some human out there of whom altered human history to gain something; something valuable. And this was all he needed to be motivated into finding out what really happened; who changed their history; and most importantly, why they changed it.

Diablo had made many different theories into why they might have done it: power, money, fame, etc... but it all wasn't enough; these things weren't valuable enough to make someone do something as drastic as changing history. One thing was for sure, this person was very powerful and whatever the incentive may have been, it was extremely valuable as well.

Slowly, Diablo wondered through the path just outside the town. He was on his way to the next town to try gather more information on what might have truly happened in the past. As he gazed at his surroundings, he felt a distinct aura filled with malice heading towards him. Without a second thought, Diablo jumped into the air and turned toward the source of this sinister aura. Once he had turned he saw a angry looking elderly man with a cloak over his body and a sharp, silver dagger in his grasp. Now realizing this man was truly attempting to kill him, he came up with a reasonable plan to deal with this. He wasn't going to kill this man; but he wasn't going to let him go either.

Suddenly, a blinding blue light formed at the tips of Diablo's fingers as he dived from mid-air at the attacker. Seeing this, the attacker attempted to dodge, however, his body didn't allow him to move as it stood frozen in fear of whatever had formed in the boys hand. As the light collided with the man's chest, the man felt an overwhelming pain form inside of him as his consciousness began to fade, the only thing he could think as he stared at the boy who kept a cold expression was 'devil'.

Some time later, the man awoke in an unfamiliar room, he looked around the room to see old wooden furniture scattered around the cheap wooden room.

"Good Morning" Diablo said with a fake smile on his face in a friendly tone.

As soon as he heard the boy's voice, he almost had a heart attack as fear began to suffocate him. 'It's that damn boy again. Is it going to kill me? Why did he bring me here? Is he going to torture me?' the man asked internally as the more he thought, the more he began to fear the boy in his gaze.

"Why were you attacking me?" the boy asked in a calm and disinterested tone.

"A man paid me a lot of money to" said the man. 'Wait, who said that? That was my voice. Why am I telling this brat? My body just did it on its own.' This made the man tremble in fear as his body kept telling this terrifying boy everything he asked.

"What did the man look like" the boy asked again, keeping the same calm look.

"He was a tall, powerful looking man with big muscles" the man replied in a robotic tone as if he were being controlled by a remote.

'It's that meat head from the town. I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance, but I thought humans didn't kill each other, it's seen as taboo or something' the boy began to become confused, then he came back to his senses.

"Okay, I'm going to have to erase your memory" he said in a serious tone and held out his hand as white particles began to scatter out from his fingertips and into the man. Slowly, the man lost consciousness and Diablo wiped his memory of being paid to kill Diablo and of Diablo himself. When the man awoke, he was in the middle of the pathway with no idea how he got there and more importantly no memory of Diablo and the arrogant man.

'It's been a long day, I'm going to have to do something about that man but for now, I'm going to sleep' he thought to himself tiredly as he collapsed onto the bed and passed out from all the energy he had expelled and the lack of stamina from walking all-day. He was now much further into the kingdom and had made it to the tier 4 zone. Recently, after talking to the old man, he had learned that the kingdom was split into five tiers. The capital would be in tier one which housed the royals and nobles of the kingdom and all the other rich people of the country. From there the list would go down until you got to the fifth tier which housed the poorer people with no status. It was rare for people who lived in the fifth tier to move up the tiers as the kingdom was based on magic which was highly influenced by heritage, of course, there were the rare cases where people from tier five were born with lots of magic power and were adopted by families from higher tiers. However, for the most part people just accepted they wouldn't move up the tiers and settled in the fifth tier to enjoy what they can of their lives. That was the cruel reality of the Human Sector.