When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down. The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped. Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown. A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him. At least that's what most people thought... "I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is...." Disclaimer: The cover image isn't mine. I'll replace it when I finished mine.
"MEx-δ 54 is right. You are a failed subject of the Demon Clan," Deus remarked while looking through the fissure. "Azazel."
The demonic-slitted red eyes that stared back at Deus narrowed as a broad smile appeared on his handsomely devilish face, "Ah~ such a nostalgic name. I have long forgotten how it sounded. Alas, to hear it coming out of your mouth... sickens me."
CRACKLE!
A flash of red flew out from the fissure and straight at Deus and his automaton.
Without a change in his expression, Deus raised his hand, and the huge automaton's eyes lit up with a dazzling blue glow. A circular crystalline barrier appeared just before the flash of red, which was a thick bolt of lightning, struck Deus.
BOOM!