Preparing for Battle.

<Micheal's Pov>

I can feel it pulsating from within the oak box, my Father left a note on his gift, saying not to open it until the day of my first battle. I can feel the force bombarding me from whatever the gift is, it's feeling me with power and draining it at the same time. Honestly, it's quite a scary feeling,

"Zakos, do you know what the gift is?"

I ask the man, his turns slowly before a small smile appears on his face, "Something I have been trying to get off of your father since we duelled all those years ago, he made me lose my 'Devil Knight's title', I had a 100% win rate. I have a feeling that the box contains the very thing he used to beat me. If it does, he has done well by you kid."

"Zakos is that you?"

An old voice asked, dragging my attention towards two new arrivals, one dressed in civilian clothing while the other wore slightly cheaper armour than my own.

"Malious, a pleasure to see you again, how long has it been?"

The old man approached Zakos, placing his arm around him, pulling him into a quick hug. "15 years I think, still going around challenging the best of the old generation?"

Zakos laughed at this, Pointing at the deep mark on his face he muttered "Not any more old friend, I have beaten into a pulp by the young lord's Father, I have served at the pleasure of house Feilfa since."

The old man took a step back, assessing me, his eye narrowed for a second before they reset to a more friendly expression, "This would be the young lord Micheal? Your father's letter said you are in charge of this host, are you experienced?"

My eyes must have shown open hostility at his question as the Old man took a step back, raising his arms, he made an apologetic gesture, "I mean no harm, just curious."

"Thus is my first time leading this many men into open combat however I have been training for this moment my entire life, my Father has drilled the art of command into my being. I'm the wrath that my father will unleash on his enemies, you will see soon enough."

"Sooner than you might think young lord, the enemy will be here within a day, first dawn tomorrow. Lord Agares has requested your presence in his keep so we may discuss strategy."

I simply shook my head at the old man's offer, "I do not know you or what your plans are, I will be reaming here with my men, we will engage the enemy in the way that my father has trained us for. It will be up to you to keep up with is, this is not a rejection for your lord, I will happily meet with him and discuss future plans once the battle is over, my troops and I have special preparations we must undertake before combat."

Zakos went to speak, interrupting him I said" You can leave and have fun with the Old man if you want Zakos, I know you don't believe in our practices. You will see the benefit of them in the morning, the Devil world will see the benefit of the Dark Side."

Turning towards my troops, I shouted "Scions prepare the crystals, we do battle in the morning."

I used typical Devil pleasantries to excuse myself before I walked into a large red tent, in the tent stood the leader of my group of scions, Methus, "Do we have enough time to get a full ritual?"

Methus sighed, "Barely young lord, your father will wasn't to know before you erect a shroud here."

The blonde woman was right, my Father had very specific commands when placing or making a shroud, "I will inform him shortly, make sure the materials are ready, we may need it to kill the army while taking the least amount of causalities possible."

She nodded her head before taking a step towards me and kissing my cheek, I instantly felt my face flush, I took a step back, shaking my head, "Not here and now, when we return after the war, I will take you as my wife. I need to concentrate here."

Methus sighed again, she visibly deflated, "There is always a reason for you to run, I will prepare the shroud now my lord."

He remarked as she stormed out of the tent, why are the women in my house so controlling? Mother is, Methus is, I don't want to be like father, controlled by his wife.

Speaking of my father I took a small blue crystal out of my pocket, crushing it in my hand, a spectral image of my father appeared in front of me, he was wearing some clothes I couldn't make out. Turning he made eye contact with me, "What is it son, I'm in the middle of something."

"Am I disturbing your time with mother?"

My father's form laughed as he said" No, no, I wouldn't have allowed myself to appear if I was with your mother, I wouldn't expose you to her weird tastes. No, I'm here to try and gain the soul of Maurice of Nassau."

"Why are you in the Netherlands?"

My father laughed again," Tell me what you need son, I'm on a time limit here."

*Boom*

"I need to make a shroud, do I have your permission?"

*Boom*

My father looked behind him before quickly turning back, "Sure, Make it a moveable one, tie it to a shard or to your gift from me, say hi to your girlfriend for me."

*Boom*

The area around my father seemed to shake as he regained his balance, " Got to dash, the Spanish Artillery is gaining range on me, good luck with your battle son. Remember the words of our house and you will be fine."

The words of our house huh, 'Til the battles won, till kingdom come, we'll never run.'

*boom*

A final explosion was all I got before my father cut the connection between our crystals, I turned to a new scion recruit, "Tell Methus she can construct the shroud, father said to tie to my gift."

The scion nodded her head before she sprinted out of the tent, dropping to my knees I began to meditate, drawing the power of the force to me...

(1052 Words)

Edit: Forgot to edit the chapter, my bad for the double post.