THE BEGINING 2

Matador brought out her little wand whispering spells calmly from her mouth, but she realized the more she whispered the more the ruffling sound increased, getting closer to her till a force pulled her from the floor causing her back to clash against a large tree trunk and she fell on the floor.

She spat out blood from her mouth quickly darting her gaze around in search of what just hit her, but surprisingly she found nothing. What's going on? What just happened to her?

The edges of her cloak and dress were thorn-like they had been burnt with fire and her skin now had a few bruises drenched in dirt from the muddy ground, but that was the least of her troubles. Wounds heal, but when a life is lost, it's lost forever.

The strange rumbling continued as the ground on which she laid upon vibrated as if angry dinosaurs were running. The ground suddenly split in half, and she quickly rolled to another corner before it could get to her hitting her back and head forcefully on another tree trunk.

"Ahh!!" Matador cried holding the back of her head which stung with pain.

Who's there? What do you want?" Her words echoed back at her again with no answer in return. Matador didn't give up, she knew whoever or whatever had hit her and tried to split her in half right now was still around there somewhere, and was extremely powerful to have countered all of her spells. She managed to rise to her feet again, placing the wand close to her mouth and continued muttering her spells.

"Stop fooling yourself fairy." The dark man came to view with an Intimidating dark aura. His eyes were as red as the crimson moon. His black hair flooded down to his back. His appearance was that of the devil, she could tell with just one stare.

Fairy? Did he just discover who she was? She was sure to have hidden her true identity that no one can identify her.

Fear crept on her skin, trapping her with its dark claws. One should not be scared of a demon if you eventually see one cause they feast on fear, but this one was different. This one was of the first breed. Her feet started vibrating and soon, her entire body vibrated.

Suddenly there was a burning sensation between her legs, the one she buried with her beloved husband. The further the demon was closer to her, the further the heat intensified. Before she could realize herself, she was drowned with lust and wanted him at that point.

She tore, no matter how hard she tried to control her body, it felt like they were no longer hers. The fire intensified, consuming her entire body. Her body felt like they were no longer hers. She moved her hands across her body to at least calm it a bit, but it just couldn't.

Matador rubbed her thighs together falling to her knees as she struggled to stay calm before him.

"L... Let lightening strike you!" She quickly said pointing her wand in his direction, but it did nothing to him since she was weak.

"Ah fairies, what do I do with you all and your weak spells." Asmodeus's eyes flickered viciously. Though his face gave no expression, he was surprised at how the woman could still control herself before him. His eyes narrowed down at her.

Demons were creatures of darkness, though fairies were too, a few of them still had a place in the light.

She should be begging him now.

She should surrender to him.

So why isn't she doing that? Why is she controlling her wants?

How is she able to control that?

Realizing who was standing before her, Matador took on her hills only to be struck by the lightning from his sword and she fell to the floor. He walked up to her calmly placing his sword back into his scabbard, squatting to the level of the woman on the floor as his fingers touched the blood on her cheek.

Rubbing both his fingers together, "Oh great, her blood is purple too." Asmodeus got up staring at the half-dead and half-living body on the floor. He was furious. He didn't travel all the way to this place to have another failed mission.

"This is supposed to be the last fairy in the land and her blood is also purple, how do I kill that child now?" He muttered.

"Master I could trace her lineage and find out if she has any children or family." Azrael the first angel of death appeared from a corner. He clapped his long pointed edge dark fingers together, as he spoke viciously.

"Hurry up before I split that throat of yours!" Asmodeus wiped her blood on the man's clothes. Azrael inhaled the smell of the woman's blood to trace her lineage, relative, children, anything. But found none. The woman does not have any legatee' Azrael was surprised. He just saw her history in his vision. He tried searching again but found nothing.

This fairy is a powerful one, even at death she still had the power to hide her family from them.

"Master, somehow she's been able to hide them, she's a powerful one." Azrael declared to see the dreadful look on Asmodeus's face.

"A fairy cannot be more powerful than a demon." Asmodeus declared disdainfully. "Bring her with us, we have a lot to find out." He sighed.

This only means that boy will survive...