Date: 3rd of March, 2242.

Present day.

~~|||~~

"Charmeine!"

"Where are you, Charmeine!?"

The heartbeat of someone kept increasing, same going for breathing. Hold tightened. Someone was crying very loudly, uncontrollably. The screaming was ears tearing-- a baby? Whoever held the baby was a woman with long brown hair, eyes as blue as the sky. The image was blurry, but enough to see how she looked down and tried to sooth the baby to remain quiet.

A beasty snarl was somewhere nearby, like hunting.

"Shh, it's going to be okay soon, Faith."

       I woke up to the worst headache ever. My body rose up on itself to sit, while I rubbed my sory neck. Woah I really didn't sleep well at all, first night out sleeping on the ground-- not so comfortable as the bed. I looked around, to my utter shock and surprise I saw Alchadar still heavily asleep, his back to me though.

Again sleeping with the armour on, huh?

I sighed quietly, desiding to lay down again. The sun was peeking behind  mountain already, so it had to be early morning. Did I sleep more than five hours? I really doubt that.

I rested my head on my arm and closed my eyes, laying there all comfortable. But then my eyes narrowed open. I remembered the blurry image of the woman, who popped up to my mind. Her silky thick brown hair, I could feel it still tickling my face. Dreams like that came once in a week, and for the truth, I don't know what they mean.

I've seen that same lady many times as well as a big man with long white hair, like really really white hair. His eyes are more blue than the woman's, and he looks much more scarier. They are like two opposites. The woman seems peaceful, while the man a guy who carries a gun and sword always with. I wish I'd know them but I don't. Then there are also other people but their faces is just all blurness, as I always find myself in a place which is just all white.

In a place which seems like not existing.

I sighed again, brushing the thoughts away. I really needed to relax more and stop having nightmares, there was no reason to have them anymore, right? I was fine. I had Alchadar with me. Well, at least until he would leave me to the closest village. Very troublesome.

Again I'm thinking too much instead of sleeping...!

I rolled over trying to find a comfortable position.

Only to hear somekind of growling.

I stiffed like a rock, eyes snapping open to look forward. In my current position all I saw was four humongous paws, and drool drip to the ground. My head slowly rose until I locked my gaze with a big bear. Of course this had to happen. Of course it's meal must be me.

My entire being was frozen as it's eyes looked at me murderously, it had to be a brown bear male of it's size. I watched it growl and make kind of bear sounds, but I was more worried about his teeth and 5 inches tall claws. I couldn't move, I was paralyzed. And if I moved the thing would just grab me and drag away like a rabbit, I couldn't do a thing.

I couldn't call for Alchadar. The bear would attack then too! Why was I such a coward? What was I supposed to do in such a sudden situation?

What should I do!?

I knew my bow wasn't too far away, so I tried to reach up to it. But even the slightest movement had it take a step forward, it seemed that if I maintained my stiff position and kept the glare on... yeah no. I was going to die with that plan.

My hand was feeling the ground- where was the cursed bow? I left it really near me. If I could grab it and swung it forward maybe it would retrieve back? I hope I was right, since thanks to my moving the thing had came even closer. I had forgot how to breath. And no wonder.

Then, I finally found what I was seeking. As I got a tight grib of my bow's wood part, and prepared to strike it at the thing's face, I tensed when a warm and big hand landed on mine.

"Don't." I heard glorious tone warn, as my eyes retrieved once to see him sneak behind me, standing my tiny and vulnerable status to look much more stronger. Alchadar had woke up. And I was about to cry tears of joy. "Keep your eyes on it." He ordered, as I little hesitantly got with him to stare at the bear. By now the male creature was growling and shouting something at both of our faces, it's paw scratched the ground that it left quite the marks.

"Kill it." I begged, ignoring how sick I would probably get. It might've been better off than get both of us killed. But somehow when I said that, it felt like I really didn't mean to say it.

"No," When he- Alchadar said that I looked over my shoulder back at him, realizing how close he actually was, only to have him slowly grab my chin and turn to keep my eyes on the thing. "There is no need to kill it. I kill animals when I really have to, but this one we can chase away."

"And how exactly?" I groaned through gritted teeth, with corner of my eye seeing his eye color starting to shift red. But I maintained to stare at the bear who kicked the ground now, keeping his strong status right where he was.

I felt Alchadar stand up, while I just laid there. When the bear looked at Alchadar I really imitated it, watching how the Demon's face formed to the kind of glare that probably could kill if wanted, but in this situation it was just to scare it away.

His eyes. Are crimson red.

My attention drawned to the bear who let out a whine. When my head turned I watched the creature start backing off, slow but steady. He kept his might by pushing a small tree off it's roots, until it walked away. My jaw gapped a bit... not really it felt like misplaced. How on Earth does he do that!?

"... Wow." I breathed out shakily, now looking at his extended hand. I grabbed it without further scenario, allowing him to pull me up. "And how wonder- I'm all awake."

For real.

"We must kept going." Alchadar walked over to his things and begun to pack up, but his priority was the helmet. While he did his job I did mine: meaning that I got my cloak better on, grabbed the arrow trug and put it on place, then took my arrow and the bag, and I was done.  "You ready?"

I glanced to see him all done, standing there in his glorious warrior state. I nodded little as I walked past him. Wait, did you hear that? I walked normally past him.

I looked down at my feet while going along the path. "... Can it heal that fast?" I questioned in disbelief, it must be one hella of a healing poison. Alchadar catched up and looked down at it too, it seemed that he was as pleased as I was.

"Don't strain it too much, it still hasn't completely healed." He told me, passing my side and nodding me to follow. I looked after him then again down, making a tiny hmph to myself when a smile creeped on my face too.

But it was soon gone when I proceeded after the fast Demon, knowing it was going to be a long day again.

What else does the day bring...?

~~|||~~

South-West.

Bounty Hunters Cottage.

"-- Make the pig daaance~!"

Big men with beer drinks were usual in the known cottage. But the cottage was also known as a club bar, so in it stopped once in a while passengers and locals along the way. Sometimes even Strangers were welcome.

Three of the biggest played 'one shot' game, meaning a half-breed stood on the platform and was all on them to be used. But they were waiting some challenge: a moving target. The one wearing a helmet threw the first dagger at the 'dancing'-- really hopping dog/human half-breed but missed. The second, blondy human warrior got up and threw his, hitting the target's leg. The half-breed sucked the pain in but whined a bit, stopping.

"Ay, we didn't say you can stop!" The blondy shouted, totally drunk. The half-breed glared deadly back at them, but couldn't do nothing else but continue. It was a female, yet no mercy given.

In the bar was full party going on, music boomed loudly and people were drinking and having fun. Hookers and sluts were very known around there, so you found company cheaply in it. That was why it was dangerous, yet fun to go in.

"My turn." The last but not least was black skinned human male with scar covering his left eye, he barely stood on his feet when he was so drunk. His mates laughed him off but he hit the back of their heads. "Shut up." Then his eye was on the target. He aimed properly, and very carefully.

Some of the people cheered, trying to lighten the mood up. The half-breed stood there hopping still, knowing she was about to get a deadly hit. She was now shaking uncontrollably.

Finally the soldier threw his dagger, not going to miss.

It was going to hit the girl's stomach. But his dagger was grabbed in middle of the way, right before it had hit.

People saw first pair of fingers which in the dagger rested, until the dark figure of someone emerged. Whoever it was the house quieted down. Gasps might've been the only thing heard at the moment. Everyone stood there staring the person on the platform beside the half-breed, his size was very matching with the three warriors. Maybe even bigger.

"Who's this idiot?" The black skinned guy growled, shaking his shoulders while pointing the stranger quite pitifully, his friends standing up to back him up. The dark figure on the platform remained silent, clearly watching each of the person under his hood. He was wearing all black, and knowing it never ment good, most of the people begun to bail.

"Oi," Now the Stranger's attention was taken to the blond warrior who stood up, drawning his massive blade out. "Nobody interrupts our game in our own cottage."

His fellow brothers followed his lead, taking their blades out. The Stranger inched on his spot, but never fleed from the situation. In fact: it almost seemed like he was up to the challenge. He had accepted their fighting status.

First one to charge was the helmet warrior also known as The Dragon Slayer, even though he had enjoyed the alcohol it never really claimed his judgment. So he jumped from table to another until he reached the platform, his long silver sword was aimed to the Stranger's heart. But unfortunately the weapon in his grasp was cut in half, as the Stranger pulled out a flaming blade under his cloak, keeping it close to his side. Next the black wearing Stranger tried to slam the weapon on the Dragon Slayer but missed him, then he tried to shoot somekinds of fire plasmas after the Warrior.

The blond warrior (The man who slaughtered a red Demon) roared out loud as he ran at the Stranger, trying to slam his blue glowing blade to the enemy's in order to stop him. But their blades kept clashing together which formed sparks all around, and what made it worse for the warrior was because he was drunk. So he wobbled. And it was almost vatal to him.

But thanks to the black skinned guy (A saviour of his home town) he tried to make surprise attack by coming sneakily from behind but his enemy had noticed it and slammed his blade so he would retreat a little back, but then the Blond was again in the game and kept slashing and tried to hit his target, while the Dragon Slayer was now firing with his gun to make a shot too. But no matter how powerful and skilled their fighting looked like, everytime the Stranger managed to avoid them. He just kept his coolness and was always one ahead of the young Warriors, which made them furious.

Each three of them put all of the effort to it, all of their learned skills and hard training only to bring this Monster down.

       By now the half-breed on the stage had quickly ran away from there, making a run for it of her life outside. She wasn't going to look back. All she really cared about was to get away as fast as she could.

One slip from the black guy-- he got a very bad hit to his right shoulder of the enemy's flaming weapon. "Cain!" The blond yelled, until his feet wobbled too and without further him knowing it: his head had been misplaced. The blade had easily cut through his skin, muscle and bone. Killing the man right before his friends' eyes.

"SEBS!" The Dragon Slayer growled, and yelled from the bottom of his heart as his gun shoot the bullets unthinkingly and randomly, only to hit the enemy. But then like a shadow in a second he was gone, and on the other: he was behind the boy. Within a flash when The Dragon Slayer actually saw him, he felt very burning and painful pain on his right side. Let's correct that, the blade was burning the muscles and bones around his heart.

"No- KID!" The black man was still alive, just badly bleeding to death on the ground, his shoulder almost cut bright open. The bleeding didn't stop at all, his veins were too open. "You sick, psycopathtic murderour!" He growled, more likely cursed. He watched how the enemy took his blade out of the young warrior's heart, his liveless and half-melted body fell to the ground. Now he was infurious. He wanted to tear that monster's heart off. He wanted to revenge of what he had done. But he was unable to move his limbs. "I'll kill you!"

For the first time the man dressed all black made somekind of sound: he chuckled. Very darkly. It was the kind of which makes people go quiet, stop to listen. Even the experienced Warrior controlled his words for a moment.

"A trio of Warriors match the same strenght as an whole army of Werewolves," He spoke, and slowly his leather boots begun to approach the bleeding and vulnerable warrior. Now the guy on the ground was clearly frozen on the spot. "I did really doubt that. And I tend to be always right about these things."

Dangerously the person begun to round the warrior like a prey, although he kept a close eye on the monster. He knew exactly what this thing was. And it sure was definitely the original type.

"A Demon." The warrior snarled very lowly, glaring each movement what the thing was doing. Now the person stopped, pulling his hoodie down. It was enough to have the scars possessing male human to shake on his spot. Although he tried not to show it. "Why would a Demon like you come this deep into the forest in middle of nowhere?" Clearly he was just buying time.

"I have my reasons." The Demon answered truthfully, his menancing black eyes looking down upon the male warrior, as he kneeled before the victim. "You are going to answer to a very simple question, understood? Then I perhaps allow you to live."

"I will never negotiate with Villains." The warrior growled, at the point where he had lost so much blood that his sight begun to blurr. From his mouth begun to fload blood out too, telling he wasn't going to surive long.

The Demon's eyes narrowed, as within a flash he had a tight grip around the warrior's neck, squeezing him to death. The black skinned man stared eyes wide up at him, choking to his own blood. He desperately tried to get the Demon release his grip, but that was one thing he overcame the poor human.

"I'm going to ask you once and only once, do you get it, human?" Now was the Demon's turn to loose his patience a bit, the guy choking in his hands only made a deadly glare but a tiny nod. The Demon released him, but sticked really close to him. His black eyes turning to the hint of red. "Have you seen around here any kind of activity of a possible resistance against the Demon Kingdom? Or more importantly, have you seen any other Demons or possibly heard of them?"

The warrior below him stared, unsure of what to think. Was there actually such a thing as resistance in this world? "Never heard of such nonsense. Even a fool would realize how pointless that would be."

"Indeed, a fellow human." The Demon more than agreed, only now standing up on his full height. Maybe doing the mistake and turning his back on the bleeding warrior. "That's why all the threats must be eliminated again like we did 100 years back." He was speaking to himself, giving the laying human male a chance to reach for his weapon. He could maybe hit. If he only would get that weapon. "But that was the time of Golden war and it took most out of our Old man."

All of a sudden the Demon's foot stepped on the Warrior's reached blade, as he had drawned out his plasma cannon. The thing heating up at the man's face.

"A new war cannot begin by any means necessary."

One plasma was all it took.

     Soon the Hunters' cottage was fully on fire, the place completely wiped off the woods. People who had ran out just in time watched horrified and in fear of the Demon emerging from the flames, his blade closely by his side. The fire was his best element, and he was known as the Demon King's second oldest son: Odis.

The Demon stopped before the locals and Strangers, a death glimm in the corner of his eyes.

"Has any of you heard of the Demon who used to belong into the group of Creatures who led the whole 'kill every Devil and Demon, then slaughter the Demon King' plan?" A clear frustration and disappointment was noticed in his tone, when he knew those people knew less than the warriors he just killed. The people near him either flinched or got ready for a battle.

Now the Demon really just sighed loudly in disappointment, but the smirk tugging on his lips told something else. He grabbed his blade firmer and stared hungrily at them, his eyes so psychopathically out that it was possible that he was mad. "His name is Alchadar, and now I must kill you for knowing that information."

    By a long distance, hiding in the bushes sat quietly the crying half-breed from before, trying to die out her sobbings and uncontrollable shaking. What made her situation even worse was the pained cries of the people from the cottage when they were slaughtered like pigs and killed for nothing, by a Monster.

The half-breed shut her eyes tightly close when the last head was cut off a hooker's, the people who were seconds then alive were now laying all dead. The Demon stood in middle of the bodies, allowing the flames to dance around him. The whole wooding area around the cottage was on fire, the Monster creating this much chaos the cause by it, as he seemed to enjoy it.

Deep, rumbling laughing soon echoed throughout the air. The Demon was satisfied of the satisfaction the killing gave him, and he just couldn't wait to experience more.

"Yes, yes! I am-- invincible!"

<~~|||~~>

Phew. Finally done with this one too, and more is to come!

~ keep reading.