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MYSTIC CHRONICLES

Once trapped in the basement of bandits, Kiyoko knows very little about himself when he's rescued By an important figure. Frederic and his brother Oji. They face challenges ahead of them, but nothing lasts forever, wether it be happiness or sadness. What lies ahead of these three?

Harley_Wantland · Fantaisie
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Colonel for a reason

"we can take it from here, thanks for your services... You shall be compensated tremendously later!" Diafthora jumps off his horse slightly shocking them.

"We can get the rest of the way on foot, come on Kiyoko" Kiyoko takes a deep breath and flips off the horse. His feet hit the ground and burst into flame.

"Let's go" Diafthora lifts his hand. The tattoo glowing. The two bolting off faster than any vehicle could move them. One of the men almost falling off his horse.

"I guess... They were right... they didn't really need our help getting to the capital..." The other 3 left speechless.

Kiyoko runs through the trees as Diafthora seemingly flies above the tree line. Looking down at Kiyoko.

"I'll make my way straight to the Capital building... You slow down and take out some Soldiers... By the time you've made it to where I am, I should've already beat the Colonel... Thus you should be out of the severe danger of this mission!" Kiyoko agrees with him as Diafthora bolts away even faster. Kiyoko slowly starts drawing his long sword. His eyes glowing gold. His fire following suit as he jumps.

Soldiers stand around doing nothing. Diafthora flies quickly overhead as the Soldiers prepare to chase him. A sudden fireball attacking them. The smoke clears as Kiyoko stands there in an epic pose. Small flames raging across him.

"You won't make it past me" several of the Soldiers run forward, Kiyoko closing his eyes. He quickly swings his blade through the soldiers and severely injuring them. Someone appears behind him, Kiyoko slamming his foot into the ground.

"Ice prison!" A massive explosion of ice erupts into the sky. Kiyoko stands on top of it. The sword in his hand radiating flames. The left side of his face covered in thin ice. He exhales cold air as he looks onward towards the Capital building. Then jumping down from his perch.

"Don't dwaddle... Our goal here is to share a pact... An alliance with the Yuka country... Make it to the capital for the sake of my friends' lives and our kingdoms safety" Diafthora flies through the doors of the capital building.

"Hey, you can't-" Diafthora glares at them. They slowly back away as Diafthora runs by.

"Someone's here... Imma have to kill you now" the Monarchs eyes widen as the man stands up.

Diafthora slams through the door. His eyes widen in fear as a large pale skinned, several meter tall creature leans forward. His eyes red with two massive horns on either side of his head. One on his forehead. His sharp teeth on show through his smile. His hand holding the Monarch by the head.

"You're too late..." The creature squeezes the Monarchs head. Blood violently splatters as the creatures arm hits the ground. Releasing the Monarch.

"What's a demon doing in Haineil's military ranks huh?... None the less... Rank 5... Demon Lord of fire Iblis" the demon smiles at him.

"You're that fool that managed to escape the seal but got captured by the humans... Half demon of Curses... Diafthora" Diafthora tightens his left arm. His tattoo glowing brightly.

Kiyoko jumps across a few roofs. The capital building coming into view.

"I'm coming now... Please don't be too late-" Kiyoko watches in horror as a massive magenta fireball explodes the capital building from inside. A sudden intense aura causes him to collapse to the ground.

"Mr. Diafthora!"

Flames erupt as Diafthora flies back. He slams into the ground and rolling a bit. He quickly stands revealing how he defended the Monarch.

"Y-you didn't have to save me sir!" Diafthora coughs up blood as a few small flames rage on his clothes. He grabs his shoulder sleeve and rips his shirt off.

"It wasn't my choice... You're an integral part of our mission to defeat and stop Haineil from taking over the entire continent" The Monarchs eyes widen as Diafthora lifts his left hand. The skin turning a near black with red marks. Claws on his fingers.

"Cursed weapon... Mithral!" A large pitch black long sword forms in front of him. He reaches forward and grabbing it with his left hand. The black skin seemingly growing across his shoulder and too his neck.

"Magic circle creation... Boost!" A large, orange, magic circle appears under Diafthora as he glows bright orange. The rank five demon smiling maniacally. Purple flames spread across its body.

"Show me what you've got!"