Prologue

The dull ringing in my ears as my vision blurred. The scattered footsteps around me echoed into nothingness, and all I could see was black.

"That's right, I.."

I was an officer in the 8th order for the Kingdom of Hephaestus. The knight commander, '' issued a order for us to take back the stronghold in the east. Crossing the Forest of Hera, we would make our way horseback to the front gate of the stronghold which to our surprise laid undamaged. The gates were swung wide open as if to alert us for an oncoming enemy attack, but there stood a group of wounded soldiers calling for help. The outfits ragged and bloodied, we sought to bring a handful of them back to the nearby camps for medical attention. The knights scrambled around the stronghold finding no corpses, or anyone alive for that matter. In the tent we laid the injured soldiers for the nurses to treat. I stood behind to keep watch outside.

"Strange, there are no injuries." The medic whispered with confusion.

I shoved the nurse away only for my sword to scrape against iron. The soldier whom we took back began smiling and snickering as his eyes met with mine. His veins sprouted black under the skin, eyes murky with redness.

"Who are you?!"

"I'm the demon you are all fighting against, 'Lucifer.' The man snickered.

In response I screamed to the top of my lungs, alerting the nearby knights to attend to the tents only to be met with blood-curdling screams. I assumed a low guard deflecting a underhand swing. I charged forward throwing my hands up, parrying high. His hands shook as he lost footing and I delivered the final thrust, piercing his heart. The 'injured' bodies we laid began to stand up in unison. I urged the nurse to run away, throwing a lantern down for it burst into flames. The scent of death permeated the air as I escaped the burning tent. The nurse whom I shouted to run, laid motionless beneath me with a sword lodged between her head. My face stiffened with fear, and before I knew it; a fist was thrusted through my chest. A black figure approached me as I fell on my knees.

"You're not dead yet, boy." Lucifer snickered as he motioned his arm in front of me enveloping my chest with a dark aura.

"I have a proposition for you. Your skills with the sword is impressive, but it's just such a waste for a mere human to possess!" Lucifer exasperated pointing at the hole he left in my chest.

"Become my child, and you'll have power beyond your imagination! The strength to cleave the earth into two can be yours if you accept my blood. This nation will soon perish, everything you know will be gone. Become a demon, Ren." Lucifer cackled.

I nodded, and he approached me piercing his hand as he made a fist. His blood dripped from it ever so slowly. I opened my mouth wide and lunged forward biting off his pointed ear.

"I'll never let my body be commanded by you." I growled spitting out blood.

"You disappoint me, my dear Ren." Lucifer sighed.

Out of thin air, a sword materialized. A blackened iron blade with a red shine. 'I could feel it, death.' Lucifer motionlessly swung the sword separating my head from it's body.

"My son, my child. How could you disappoint me so?" Lucifer wept silently cradling my head in his arms.