The First Battle.

<General Pov>

The troops of the House Feilfa felt it, the power of the force exploding from Micheal's tent, the overwhelming power inspired them, caused fear within them, fear of disappointing their Young lord.

Unknowing of his soldier's new resolve, Micheal crushed the jade crystal in his hands, the result? A large shadowy obelisk appeared behind him, the obelisk synched itself with his sword and more importantly, him and his troops, the already swelling power of the Darkside of the force exploded outwards.

*Crackle*

*Boom*

A large force storm covered the entire battlefield, lightning began to rain from the skies of the once quiet underworld. Both proud and scared of his Father's plans, Micheal swallowed his fear, taking his 500 elite troops who donned runed armour. Designed specifically by his father, the armour in question had three runes etched into it, Micheal was unsure what they were for but considering his Father's display so far, they weren't going to be good for his enemies.

Leading his troops to where the juggernauts were, Micheal gazed at his enemies for the first time, the army in question had nearly double their men, but the fear, the clear and unfiltered fear he felt coming from the common soldier made Micheal realise what this display was.

It was a warning more than anything, a message of impending doom, Micheal, realising it was now time to act Shouted: "Til the Battles won, Til Kingdom come."

The troops surrounding him screamed "We'll never run"

*Boooom*

In a terrifying electric explosion, the bridge detonated before Micheal's troops, killing hundreds of his enemies as they slowly tried to approach them, "Scions ready the lightning, channel the power of the storm."

<Asmodeus' General's Pov>

"What the fuck is this?" I scream as my troops are decimated, over 1000 lost in the simple act of blowing up a bridge, the electric demonic power used to trigger the explosion is still spreading through my troops, killing them slowly.

*Zap*

A lightning bolt from the unnatural storm above us skims my armour as it passes into the ground, "Namius, get the troops to retreat into a defensive posit"

*Thud, Thud*

"Shields up, shields up" I scream as thousands of arrows appear at our side, this is impossible I made sure our flanks were secure before we tried to engage.

What I saw next, I don't even know how to describe it, a hand, appeared out of nowhere, grabbing the throat of my second in command, Namius. before a large blade appeared next to slitting his throat, both disappearing as well as the life and potential of my good friend.

"Retreat" I tried to shout, the raging storm blocked out my orders, well that and the war cry that came from behind us, spinning on my heels, I ran at the incoming enemy, only for a hand to appear from behind me, dragging me to the floor, the being laughed.

At least I think it did, the weird armour it was wearing muffled most of the sounds it made, the last thing I saw was a large blade made from unknown materials descend on my body...

<Micheal's Pov>

"Juggernauts, Elites charge over the water, Scions provide magical support, the enemy General is dead, capitalise on this, force their retreat."

I shouted as I leapt over the water, a single devil was causing us a large issue, a woman with white hair, she contended with both my elites and stalkers alike. Pushing back their invisible strikes using her pure demonic power alone, smiling I I ran as fast as I could at the woman, leaping at her with an overhead strike.

*Boom*

The resulting explosion forced us both backwards, "My name is Micheal, what is yours?"

I ask as I try and land another strike on her body, this time slicing at her torso, which she blocks with her own hands.

"Grayfia" She snarls as she channels her demonic power into a punch, landing it on my sword, the resulting backlash made the blade shake for a few seconds before it regained itself.

"Well beautiful, I heavily suggest you sound the retreat, your army is nearly gone."

I say as I attempt another overhead slash, which she easily blocks before lashing out with a pure blast of demonic energy.

*Crackle*

The lightning from the storm struck my sword and to my amazement, the blade began to crackle as the lightning remained on the blade, with a smile, I charged at the woman once more, landing the blow with an extremely large,

*Booom*

We are flung away from one another, I landed by the side of my troops, she landed a few metres away from us, getting to my feet quickly, I ran at her, placing my sword at her throat, "Order the retreat."

"Retreat" she screamed as the remnants of her army fell back, my army didn't pursue, a factor my father was adamant about. We are to let some of the enemies survive so that they can spread the word about a powerful unknown house destroying a Satan army.

"What will you do with me?" Grayfia asked.

"You are free to leave as well, when they ask how you lost, just say House Feilfa"

Before the woman could escape, I felt something compel me to pull her into a hug, "You held back." I whispered in her ear, "Why did you do that?"

"You did the same, this weird magic you use, the lightning, the invisible troops, what are you?"

Pulling back from the hug, I step forwards and kiss her forehead, "You will see in our next battle, I won't be holding back then, you will submit to me once more."

Arrogance and a desire to possess the woman in front of me flowed from deep within me, I had never felt this before.

As Grayfia left, my body shuddered, turning I saw the angry face of Methus, I see, my actions have been seen by all. Fuck.

(996 words)

Sith Stalker Armour.