1 Chapter 1: The End

It was a dark time for the Demon Kingdom. Rebels backed by disgrunted nobles and the Human Empire started roiting early in the morning. By midday, 3 cities fell, and and the capital was about to follow. The king was killed, and so was most of his bloodline.

But our story isn't about the Demon King, not yet at least. Our story is about a small boy hiding in a cellar of an old shop. It wasn't any boy, it was the most infamous and notorious Prince of all time. It was the Useless Prince. Out of all of the Demon King's children he was the most pampered. The Demon King was very lax about the boy's training, and thus he was never trained how to be a proper demon. Our prince was always given everything, and was never worried about his safety. So it was no wonder he was considered useless and naive by everyone in this warlike kingdom.

Today was his birthday, and he desided to sneak off with only one of his bodyguards so he could play around without the usual group of annoying flies.

That was a 'good' mistake, one which surprisingly saved his life, or at the very least delayed his death.

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Our prince was hiding in a dark and gloomly cellar along with slightly older girl. This girl was the bodyguard who he managed to convince that they should leave without the usual guards. She was now regretting this, and was whispering words to comfort him. They were both covered soot, but that did little to hide their fancy clothes and beautiful faces.

"It'll be okay my prince. Any moment now, the king and his guards will come in to save us. We will be fine, I'll make sure of it." Her usually emotionless eyes filled with a desire to protect her charge.

Unfortunately life never seems goes right for the small prince. At this time a small group of armed looters were breaking into the cellar that they were hiding in.

'Bang!'

A loud sound came from the cellar entrance, as someone started to break the cellar door open.

"Come on boys! I bet the old man hid the good stuff down here! Haha!" A voice came from the other side of the door. Soon the door was bashed in.

At the sound of the door breaking the girl covers the prince's mouth. "Shh... Stay here and don't make a sound. I'll protect you, just stay here." The prince, who's name was Cain, silently nods his head. The girl smiles, and without any hesitation moves away from their hiding spot. A glint of steel flashs as she stands up, a long knife hidden in the folds of her sleeve.

She moves to the middle of the room, and the man coming into the cellar sees her almost instantly.

"Well hello there." The man says as he steps of the final part of the stairs. "What's a pretty lady doing in this part of town?" The man asks with a practiced sound of worry in his voice, but the look in his eyes obviously showed his evil intentions. "Guys we have company!" The rest of the men soon filled the cellar. "You found her, you can take the first go." One of the men other men says as he jabs the first man in the side, with an disgusting smile on his face. The girl takes a step back, fear evident on her face. The original man licks his lips and starts walking towards her.

"Don't mind if I do." The man say while tossing his sword to the side. "There's no need to be afraid, my pretty, I'll be gentle." The man cooes as he nears her.

"You should have kept your blade." The girl whispers.

"Wha-?" With a quick slash a blade, the man stops speaking. His hands feebly graps at his neck, trying to prevent the blood from leaving to no avail. He slumps to the ground, shock and disbelieve evident on his face. Cain makes a victory sign with his fingers, his eyes shining with excitement.

The fear that used to be visible on the girl's face was no longer there, her eyes back to being emotionless. She points the blade at the four remaining men. "Who's next?" She says as she takes a couple of steps forward.

"F*ck! She killed 3rd brother! Let's end this b*tch!" Another man runs forward, and swings a downward chop aiming for her head. The girl nimbly steps to the side, the sword narrowing missing her. Her blade jumps up, and she embeds it under the man's chin. With a yank she pulls the blade out, and the body falls to the ground, dead.

"Damn it! Murcial, distract her!" One one the men yells, while another, apparently Murcial, draws a few knives, and throws them at the girl.

The girl makes a split-second decision, throwing herself gracefully through the knives. The knives fly past her and she grabs one midair to throw it back. The throwing knife was intercepted by a man wielding a unique sword, with a long and slightly curved blade, known as a katana. The katana-weilder went to stab the girl, but her long knife intercepted, causing it to only make a slight cut on her forearm. With an indifferent look on her face she ducks as a axe cuts through the area her head used to be located. With a twist of her feet she slams her body into the katana-weilder, preventing the man with the axe from attacking her. The katana-weilder grunted as her blade goes for his throat, and he tries to block her blow with his arm. Unexpectedly, her blade slices right through the steel armor on his arm, badly injuring his arm. The katana-weilder curses, then backs away, as the axe cleaves towards the girl again. The girl, knowing that she not strong enough to stop an axe with her knife, throws herself to the side, towards the man with the throwing knives.

All of that only took a few seconds of time, so the man wasn't able to throw knives to interfere. But now that they had disengaged he managed to throw a another knife while drawing a sword to defend himself. The girl dodged the knife, and continue to move towards the man in order to attack. The man manages to block the her first strike, but the girl was obviously better at attaking than the man was at blocking. Her second strike managed to make a long cut across his chest, though it wasn't a disabiliting blow. The man with the axe yelled as he rushed the girl, his axe intending to take her arm, while the katana-weilder charged as well, aiming to put a hole through the girl's stomach. The girl abandons her attack on the knife man and throws her self backwards, landing on her hands, before using the ground a springboard to filp over the two men. She lands gracefuly behind them and moves to attack the katana-weilder. Before she reached them, three knives flew past them, aiming for her. She knocks two of them to the side, but the 3rd one impales itself into her right arm. Without showing pain, she pulls out the knife and tosses it to the side.

Cain gasps and covers his eyes with his hands, but left a crack in his fingers so he could still watch.

Switching her blade to her unwounded arm she dodges the axe once more before slamming her blade into the axe man's chest. Pulling the blade out, she uses him as a shield, pushing him right into the path of the katana-weilder's blade. The axe-weilder crumbles to the ground as the katana-weilder pulls the blade out of the man's stomach.

"Well sh*t." The katana-weilder mumbles. The knife-thrower looks at his dead partners, and grunts.

"F*ck this man, I'm out of here." The knife thrower turns and rushes out of the cellar. The girl then looks at the katana-wilder.

"Danm..." He says as he starts to back up, towards the exit. When the girl makes no moves to stop him, he also rushes to leave.

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After they were gone for a few seconds, the girl stumbles and drops to her knees.

"Evalia!" Cain cries, as he rushes over to her. "Evalia, are you okay?" The girl tries to nod, but sways and falls the rest of the way to the ground. "I don't know what to do! Evalia!" Cain cries tearfully.

"Bandages. I need bandages." The girl mumbles, and she grabs her arm. Her clothes were black with soot, so the looters couldn't see, but her entire arm was drenched in blood. The knife had caused a lot of damage and she was bleeding out. Cain grabs her knife, and takes off his outer shirt. The thick fabric fell to the ground as he also strips off his inner shirt.

Using the knife he cuts the mostly clean shirt into ribbons, then he hands them to the girl. "W-What now?" he asks, worry still filled his face.

"My shirt. Take it off." The girl mumbles barely conscious. Cain blushes for a moment before he slaps himself and then carefully pulls her shirt off. The wound was bleeding badly, and it was a miracle that Evalia was still alive, not to mention awake. After wrapping up the wound he slowly moved Evalia deeper into the cellar.

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Days turn into week, weeks into months, then months into years.

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The Demon empire has fallen, and the country was filled with chaos. Evalia and Cain barely managing to stay alive, fighting and killing to even eat a single meal. The useless prince learned how to skin animal and how to properly fight. He never grew stronger than Evalia, as he squandered his childhood, and never properly learned how to activate his blood-line ability. He was still protected by Evalia, and could still be considered useless. It was one night, Cain was 23 and Evalia 26, when they were ambushed. Evalia did her best, but there were too many, soon she was too injured to move. Cain leaped into battle to protected her, but he was taken down before he could even kill one of the enemies.

"Useless asshole." One of the men walk forward and spits on Cain. "I couldn't understand why father gave you Evalia. You are a worthless pile of crap who can't even activate your blood-line. If only Evalia listened to me and abandoned you it wouldn't have come to this. I offered her the world and still she chose you! Why! I am stronger! I am more handsome! I am better in every f*cking way! So why did she choose you!" The man took off his mask, it was Cain's 4th brother, Michael. He kicks Cain in the stomach, and he skides across the ground, blood flying out of his mouth. "F*ck. Now I feel better." Michael turns and goes over to Evalia. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Evalia. Now that he is going to die, you can stay with me..." An insane look fills his face as he bends down and slowly strokes her cheek.

"N-never... Cain in the one I will stay by forever... Even to the death..." She turns and looks to Cain. Cain was watching her, and mouthing something. She squints as she reads his lips. 

'I love you.'

Evalia smiles. "I love you, too." Michael screams and slams his hand into Evalia's head, making it crash into the ground and she breathed her last.

"AaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Cain screams a blood starts pouring out of his eyes. "F*ck you Michael, I'll make you burn in hell!" Cain screams as he gets up, his body bleeding profusely. Everyone turns in shock at they looked at him.

Cain's blood poured out of his body and started to float around him. He screamed incoherently and pointed at Michael. Cain's blood started to leave the pores of his skin. The blood jetted towards Michael.

"F*ck. He's awaking his blood-line, everyone run!" Someone yells, before turning to leave. But before the man could leave there was a loud popping sound and he was drenched in blood. Slowly the man turned his head to look and saw that Cain was gone. Everyone was covered in blood and small pieces of flesh and bone.

"Did he just blow himself up?" One of them asks, a look of disbelieve filled his face. Michael starts laughing.

"Oh my god... We were worried about that? Haha!" Michael wipes a tear from his eye, though it didn't really do much because he was completely covered in blood. "Oh boy... Even his awaking is completely useless. Haha..."

The men clean them selves up, and leave. A few days later all 34 of the attackers were dead, including Michael. They just dropped dead. There were no signs of injuries or poisoning, their hearts just stopped beating. A later check showed that their bodies where all drained of blood, and not even a single drop was left.

The End.