Chapter Three

(The past)

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How long will I be too weak to protect the ones I love.

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How many times will I have to watch them die right in front of me?

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For how long will I stare at my reflection with self-pity.

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Again and again and Again and Again and Again and again and Again and Again and AGAIN AND AGAIN.

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No

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Never again, I won't do it. I'll never let them take what's precious to me. But the only way to do that is to...

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Ah, that's it. I know what it is I've been doing wrong all this time. I was too caring, all I saw was the potential of good in all. But in the end, where did that lead me.

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STRAIGHT TO HELL.

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No, it will be different this time around.

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Because this time...

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I Have Power.

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I see it. Hell, I mean. Dark, empty, freezing.

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Not for me...But for them. Those that I already deem corpses if they take what is mine.

(Demonic Battlefield)

In A forest, a group of military-looking men could be seen running through the forest faster then the eye could track.

???" Mhhh, I smell demon blood. And a lot of it.

Soldier" This is bad general. If what are Intell said is correct then there are probably over 500,000 demonds heading this way. Should we retreat and evacuate the civilians."

???" I don't think the demons will be our main problem.

All the soldiers were confused by there generals comment, but 5 minutes later. They finally understood.

Complete genocide. All around were corpses of demons. None of them fully intact. Tho the soldiers were used to killing and seeing the dead on the battlefield. This was too much even for them.

Almost all of the 50 soldiers there barthed out there lunch. Only the general and 5 others kept a serious face.

Even tho the soldiers were distracted they still kept their vigilance. And just after that vomiting session, the sound of rapid footsteps could be heard.

Looking towards the corpse-filled battlefield they saw a demon soldier With armour ruining for its life. What surprised them all was that demonds normally have a look of either, greed, insanity, or cunningness.

Even if you were to get one of the strongest human beings to face an army of demons they would never show fear. But for the very first time. They saw fear on a demon's face.

As the demon was running frantically, it saw the human's a few miles away and screamed.

Demond soldier" PLEASE, I SURRENDER, JUST SPARE ME. ILL TELL YOU SECRETS ABOUT OUR RACR JUST SAVE ME FROM THAT DEMON.

Soldier's/general' what demond arent you the demon...'

But the moment They thought that something unbelievable happened. The demon screaming in terror died. Yes, it just died.

It died from having its heart ripped out of its chest. It didn't even get the chance to fight as the hand holding its heart crushed it without mercy.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

General" Like I said. The demons won't be our main problem." The general said while puffing a cigarette, and walking to near said problem.

Near the corpse of the demon layed an 8-year-old child. He had long messy black hair that reaches to his feet, scars all over his body. Blood covered the child. If anyone saw this Scran they would think it was the child's.

But it wasn't. It was the blood of all the demon's he had slaughtered.

The general standing at a 7 ft tall, built like a bodybuilder, with short scruffy hair, short beard and grey eyes, could only sigh.

General' This is gonna need a lot of paperwork. Mhh might as well take the kid with me. He looks pretty strong, he might be a good soldier, to nature.'

The general thought while picking up the child and throwing him on his shoulder. The general didn't even bat an eyelid at the fact that a child no more than 8 years old slaughtered an army of demons.

But it wasn't like he couldn't annihilate the army himself. It wouldn't even be considered a warm-up to him.