1 The Cave Of Hell

"Where am I?" I asked

I suddenly woke up in a young Boy's body. Soon After memories started flooding my Head making me unable to react or say a word.

"So that's how it is"

My Old Body died in my rebellion against the Angel Race and I got reborn into this Boy's Body.

"It's funny isn't it" I slightly chuckled

This Boy didn't even have a Name being referred to as a Number. Me a Great Mage being referred to as a mere Number.

Suddenly someone knocked onto the wooden door.

"Number 1005 get ready the training will begin shortly" A instructor told me

I was reborn as a Young Demonic Boy. In the World we lived in were countless races such as Humans, Elves, Dwarves and countless others.

That I was reincarnated as a Demon was a fortune and at the same time a misfortune.

Dark Magic was the main Magic I used and being a Demon complimented that. The Problem was the Demon Race was close to extinction after the Great War.

In the Great War the Angel's have helped the Humans defeat the Demon's making them close to extinction.

"No wonder why they are doing this kind of training facility"

They want to train kids as fast as possible making them as strong as possible. They want to revive the Demon Race by doing this.

"Interesting" I smirked

From this Boy's memories this training is no joke at all. And from the 1500 children taking part in this he is Number 1005 on the weaker side of things.

I heard a knock on the Door once again

"Number 1005 get out of your Room" A instructor told me

It seems like I didn't have enough time to gather my thoughts as I needed to leave the Room.

I stood up from the Ground opening the Door leaving the Room. I followed the instructor as we headed outside.

Once we were outside my Eyes slightly pained me since I needed to adjust to the Light. It was after all quite dark in the Room.

The Moment my Eyes adjusted to the Light I saw many other children around me. If I had to guess we were all around the age of 13.

"You will be starting your physical training now" The instructor told us

"You will be running to the Top of the Mountain and Down and lastly repeat till I tell you all to stop"

'So they planned on physically training all of us before they teach us Magic' I mused

Not a bad idea but it will eventually cause many casualties since...many children will die in the process.

"Begin!" He shouted and we started running

'Shit' Since am in the Body of a child running up the Mountain is a struggle and he isn't the most fit out of all of them being in the thousand's

If I want to survive in this training environment I will have to give my all or I can't say for sure if am going to survive.

After running while struggling I finally arrived at the Mountain collapsing onto the Ground. I couldn't believe that I had to go back down and repeat the process.

'This is going to be tiring' I thought as I stood up and ran down the Mountain which was atleast easier

Suddenly a Boy next to us fell down from exhaustion. Another Boy tried to help him as the instructor appeared out of nowhere saying

"Do you think this is the time to worry about someone else?"

The kid was silent as he continued running down the Mountain leaving the other child behind.

"This is the Cave of Hell worrying about other's can cost you your life!" The Instructor shouted loud enough for all of us to hear

"Get rid of him" The Instructor told the Man that appeared behind him

"Yes, sir" The Other children looked at the Boy as he got picked up and vanished along with the Man taking him

"How many does that make?"

"Around 300? Am not sure to be honest"

"It's not like this place keeps count"

"Yeah well good luck to you"

This was the Cave of Hell. A Training Facility to revive the Demon Race. It's no ordinary training facility as only one-tenth of those who came in come back alive.

"Here is the report of the last six months" An instructor said

He gave the Director of the Training Facility a Handbook.

"Our Number's continue to dwindle how many are left?"

"We are now under 500"

'There were three rules in this cave'

'Endure and you won't die, Strengthen yourself and you won't die, Keep up and you won't die. Who fails to do so will painfully die'

This was the future for the Demon Race.

"Who among the 500 is promising?"

"It is the same as last time Number 1, 7, 18 and 129 have consistently outshined their peers"

"So that means their still alive?" He smirked

"Yes Sir"

"Well they were numbered in order of Talent after all. It only makes sense"

"Number 7 is still alive right?" The Director asked

"Yes Sir"

'It's expected she only received the Number 7 due to circumstances. In reality her talents rival that of the Number 1'

'And Number 129 is showing potential aswell... he must be a tough one'

"Are there anybody else except those three?"

"Well there is Number 1005" The Instructor replied

"1005?" The Director asked confused

"Hasn't it been a 6 months since the Training Program started?"

"Yes, Sir. Other children with similar Number's have mostly failed"

'Even those in the 600s should have already died'

"According to my Memories he should have died today from the former performances but he seemed to have changed"

"Keep talking"

After 12 Hours of continuing without resting he finally told us

"Stop!"

We all stopped running as he said

"Take some rest the Training will continue tommorow at the exact same time"

We all nodded as we headed towards our respective room's. Once I arrived in my Room I collapsed onto the Bed. I didn't know how I survived today but if they kept doing this I know it won't be long until my Death.

I went into a Meditation Position

"I need to create my Mana Core"

The basis of all Magic a Mana Core. Without it you wouldn't be able to utilize Magic. I needed to strengthen my Body atleast in some way so having Mana flow through me would be beneficial.

While most People know the existence of Magic only the People that actually train in Magic know the existence of a Mana Core.

The Rankings of a Mana Core were the following. Apprentice, Initiate, Disciple, Adept, Master, Grandmaster, Oracle and Archmage.

Once you reached the Stage of a Archmage you reached the pinnacle of your Mana Core. Being unable to continue developing it until you awaken it. But that's a story for another time.

After some Hour's I stopped saying

"I got atleast 100 drops of Mana"

I clenched my Fist

"In this Life I will become the strongest and exterminate you Angel's that I swear"