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Chapter 2 – First experience



“Dae! Is he alright? Where is he?”

“Wait you can’t go in there, the patient is still in a coma.”

David slowly opened his eyes. He could see that he was no longer on the sidewalk.

A ceiling? Was everything a dream?

“Finally awake?” asked a voice in his head.

“So it actually happened?” asked David, he recalled that the voice in his head seemed to have identified itself as Lucifer. Although that immediately led David, who read a bunch of religious texts to associate the voice with a name, it could easily just be a coincidence that their names coincided.

“What do you think?”

“The fact that I can hear you… I suppose it means that it must have been true. I have several questions for you.”

“We have time, as long as the questions aren’t absurd, I will provide you with an answer.”

“Who are you?”

“I told you before. I’m Lucifer. Lucifer Morgenstern.”

“As in…”

“As in the fallen angel, the Crowned Prince of Pride. Yes I am Lucifer Morgenstern, the one that is known to humans commonly as the Devil.”

“I see.”

“You don’t believe me, do you?”

“Isn’t that obvious? Why would such a famous demon written down in history take an interest in me? From what I know, summoned demons are usually weaker ones, especially the ones that respond to a simple contract.”

“Demons don’t lie.”

“But they can. Demons don’t lie under circumstances that would benefit them from telling the truth.”

“You’re a bright one aren’t you? Not taken every word I say at face value.”

“Isn’t it obvious? Trusting a demon could very well lead to my own death. But I can see this is getting us nowhere. So next question,” David stopped asking, he could tell that the voice in his head was unable or unwilling to show him proof of its identity. Instead, David could only guess that the voice at the very least was telling him the truth about it being it demon and that he had made a contract with it. “What were the terms of the contract?”

“You asked for power. I gave it to you. In exchange, you are now my host.” The demon said calmly. It, no he, didn’t even stutter a bit.

For some reason, David felt like there was no reason for the demon, Lucifer, to lie about it. David was curious about one thing though, a demonic host held many meanings, he wasn’t sure to what extent was he a host.

“A host huh? So what would that involve me doing?”

“As a host, all you need to do is fulfill tasks which piques my interest. This is in exchange for you becoming a meister of my powers.”

David was at a lost here, that description sounded too easy to be true, “Tasks that piques your interest? For example? And a meister of your powers. What kind of power will I actually wield?

“Hunting and artifact seeking. That’s about it, although speaking of tasks, there’s a place I want you to check out right now.”

“Now? Are you serious? And you didn’t explain anything about powers yet.”

“If what I can sense is right, the place holds the same trace of magic as the high orc you killed. And powers, I will explain them on the way of us going there.”

“You should have said that earlier!” David exclaimed, jumping out of the bed he was in, and rushed towards the door. He did notice that he was actually in a hospital earlier, since he was wearing a hospital gown.

“Dae! You’re awake! What happen?” As David rushed out of the room, he saw the surprised look on a nurse’s face as well as a concerned Helaine demanding to know what happened.

“I’ll explain later!”

“Wait… Where are you going now?” Helaine shouted as David ran off, towards the exit of the hospital.


David ran in the direction Lucifer was telling him, all the while listening to an explanation of what he was capable of.

“The reaction is coming from the top of the building.”

“The roof of the Museum of Art? That’ll be a *****, but whatever. Let’s test out this <Portal>.”

“Focus on a still image of the place you want to go.”

David pictured the emergency stairways within the building. There was no way he could just walk into the building, even under the guise of night. In fact, it was because darkness had already fallen on the entire city that he couldn’t do so, or else he was sure that he would be deemed a suspicious person.

“<Portal>.”

A black space slightly over 2 meters appeared in front of him. It seems like the spell succeeded. David hesitated a bit, he did read a lot of stories where a character got into a malfunctioning portal and got into un-needed troubles. Yet somehow, his instinct told him that it was safe. Thinking of it, there really doesn’t seem to be any reason for Lucifer to trick him either. It’s not like it’ll benefit him in any way. That was enough for David to convince himself to step into the portal.

He took a step through.

Nothing happened.

He took another step.

He arrived exactly where he had pictured, right by the emergency staircase of the top floor of the Art Museum. He looked around to make sure he made no mistakes and he had indeed arrived at where he wanted. Seeing that there were no mistakes, he immediately rushed up the stairs.

On the midway, he started to sense something amiss. Was this the feeling of magic? He quickened his pace. Soon, he bursted out of the door to the roof.

A wave of nausea engulfed him. David felt sick, his entire body screamed out at him. What he saw in front of him was a red robed figure holding a large sinister staff in front of a huge magic circle. He was surrounded by many disfigured torsos, and another one was rising out of the magic circle.

“What’s going on here?” shouted David.

“Take heed, the enemy should be a dark attribute summoner.” warned Lucifer.

David’s shout startled the figure. It turned around to face him, David saw that the face under the robe was a man not much older than himself.

The man glared at him and laughed, “What the hell? I already used a human clearing spell. I suppose that means you’re an enemy aren’t you?”

“Be on guard, he could send an attack your way.” Lucifer warned him once more.

David manifested two blades in his hand. The same two blades that he used to kill the orc.

“You’re that ******* kid? ****, if the ******* police didn’t… No matter. You’ll die right here!” Then turning to the monsters surrounding him, he utter a command, “Kill him.”

The monsters rushed towards him with their limbs, some on 2 legs, some on their hands and feet.

“Lucifer, anything special I should know about those things?” asked David while taking up a defensive stance.

“Ghouls, mindless creatures that obey simple commands. Your blade will tear through them. Although this number… It really is a bit too much to handle with just that.”

“I guess now is a good time to try it out. <Frost Nova>.” Everything 5 meters in front of David came to a halt, frozen, completely still.

This surprised Lucifer a lot. Although <Frost Nova> wasn’t a novice spell, but an intermediate one, it shouldn’t normally freeze everything in front of David. Frost Nova would freeze ghouls, but the stronger ghouls would actually be able to break out of it. Also, Lucifer noticed that even the floor was covered in ice, this was not the effect of Frost Nova either, “An aptitude in ice. It certainly fits the bill.”

Since he couldn’t make out what Lucifer had said, David ignored him and dashed forward, slicing apart the frozen ghouls along the way.

The robed mage stood still, shocked. He did not expect his ghouls to be dealt with in such a short period of time, un-sure of what to do, he conjured up a sphere of dark magic and threw it at David.

Seeing the incoming projectile, David took a leap to the left, dodging it. Then another was sent his way, followed by another, and another, and a barrage.

“<Ice Barrier> <Frost Shell>” A huge wall of ice appeared in front of David, blocking off all of the magic blasts. Meanwhile, the wall of ice continued to thicken, and a thin layer of ice seemed to cover David.

<Ice Barrier> is an intermediate-tier magic that like its name suggests, create a barrier in front of its user out of ice. <Frost Shell> is another intermediate-tier magic that can be used to support by covering the target in a thin layer of ice to protect them. What David did was merely cast <Ice Barrier> on him, followed by <Frost Shell> on the barrier created with the former magic.

“What is this person? Chanting Omission?” The robed man once again had a distorted look on his face, but for some reason, it turned into a large smile. “It doesn’t matter. In a few moments he’ll be dead anyways. Just like an ant on a sidewalk!”

David managed to stay safe from the magic blast and was prepared to charge towards the robed figure when he felt an ominous presence. It wasn’t overbearing enough for him to be scared out of his wits, but he did felt pressure from it.

A slender figure was rising out of the magic circle. David guessed that it was some sort of demon, but not any that he would have imagined. It was a beautiful woman. She was dressed in a red strapless dress that amplified her voluptuous breasts, displaying her cleavage. Her skin was fair and smooth like something you would see on the heroine of a movie. Possessing red hair that matched her dress and emerald eyes, she gave off an aura of grace and divinity.

The only things that were out of place were the wings on her back. Two large bat-like wings of a dark shade of red. Without them, she would have been able to convince others that she was only a goddess among men.

“Obey my commands succubus. Slay the imbecile over there!” the robed figure shouted, finally clearing his head. The demon in front of him was what he was trying to summon. A succubus.

The succubus looked at him, her face was filled with contempt.

“Obey my…”

His sentence stopped midway. He couldn’t speak. He could only scream. The reason for this was that he was enveloped in a green flame that was quickly burning him away. After a few seconds, nothing was left.

David could only stand there baffled. Although the robed man seemed to be hostile towards him, he didn’t expect the situation to turn out like this. He wanted to beat up the magician and then question him about the matter of the orc. It was impossible now.

The succubus turned towards him. Hoping that the succubus wouldn’t hear him, he muttered, “Lucifer, would my magic work on her?”

Before he heard a reply, the succubus spoke, “Is this the one? For you to take notice of a human like this…” She stopped, pondered a moment and spoke once more, “Human, think of this as an introductory gift. I don’t know why he has chosen you, but take my advice. Become strong, or you won’t survive what’s coming.”

With that, she disappeared in a gust of black smoke. It seemed all too surreal. The only thing that would prove that the things that David had witnessed was the magic circle on the ground.

“Asmodeus…” Lucifer finally spoke after a long silence.


Author’s Note:

Hi everyone. It’s the second chapter of the story. Is it getting slightly more interesting?

Do you enjoy the dialogue more than action? Or is action better? Please leave a comment below to tell me your thoughts.



 

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Chapter 1 – Orcounter



“Ahh, I had another one of those dreams again,” said the young man as he finally woke up. Since he was barely awake, the young man didn’t hurry to get dressed or anything, instead laid lazily on top of his bed. “I really do wonder why I keep having those weird dreams. But I suppose it’s less bizarre than the one asking me about my desires.”

The young man in question was David Ng, a 17 years old from Hong Kong. He wasn’t really anything special, black hair, brown eyes, only slightly taller than average. If there was one thing special about him, it was that he didn’t really stand out too much in the crowd. That and the fact that the dreams he remember about tends to become real life. Just last month, he had a dream that his girlfriend had been NTR’d from him ⌈1⌋, and that exact thing happened a week afterwards.

“Oh ****, I just realized, it’s Monday, not Sunday!” David jumped up from the bed, grabbed his uniform out of his closest and got dressed in record time, before grabbing his bag and rushing out of his house. He didn’t bother saying good bye to his parents or anything, only because they were on a business trip as usual and wasn’t home.

One day, I’m going to find out what the heck my dream were about. He promised himself as he ran to school, the dreams were really starting to get to him. It wasn’t so much as they frightened him, it’s just that having an unexplainable dream for someone with his “ability” just really disturbed him.

When he reached the school grounds, it was already 8 o’clock, and without thinking, he dashed through the school gates, up the staircase and ran towards the classroom. Just as he was about to twist the doorknob, the door opened, and that made David lose his balance, falling face-down onto the floor.

“Oh, you’re late.” said his teacher. As if on cue, the entire class laughed at this situation.

David could feel blood rushing to his cheeks, he wasn’t a shy person, but it didn’t mean he doesn’t feel embarrassed. Due to this, he quickly got up from the ground and rushed to his seat at the back of the room, away from the sights of everyone, allowing him to get lost in the Book of Revelations. Although David himself was an agnostic and didn’t believe in any religion himself, he did find reading various religious as well as mythological texts very interesting. Perhaps it was due to these interests that urged him to recreate the summoning of a demon like in the myths several weeks prior. The results of the summoning? It was a failure like he expected. It wasn’t like he didn’t believe in the existence of demons, rather, he didn’t believe that summoning a demon would be so easy that would allow him to succeed on his first attempt.

Soon, roll call was over, and upon hearing the bell, David rushed straight to his first lesson. Thankfully, nothing special happened with him unlike in the morning.

“Dae! C’mon, c’mon, have a taste of this. I made it last night!” said a girl, holding out a box of amazingly made chocolate chip cookies in front of him. She was Helaine Papadopoulos, David’s childhood friend. Helaine was of an average height at 168 cm, with a body that made her look far more mature than she really is. Since the school they went to didn’t have a school uniform, she was wearing a tank top with a jacket that bared her midriff, showing off her thin waist, and her skin-tight jeans also showed off her rather long legs. In short, she was a head turner and many times, men on the street would eye David with jealousy whenever they went out together. What made her even more outstanding was that she was extremely talented in both, singing, dancing as well as cooking, often entering competitions and coming out with prizes.

“Ehh? Again? Didn’t I already help you taste cookies for the past month already? Could you cut me some slack for once?” replied David. He really wasn’t too bothered trying out the cookies, most likely because he have been her guinea pig ever since she found her interest in cooking.

“But this one is different. It’s not just any normal chocolate chip cookie though! I actually used a different type of flour for this one and I even used your favorite dark chocolate for the chocolate chips! So try one!”

“Instead of asking me to try a cookie, couldn’t you just let me have a peaceful break…”

“Get a room! Seriously, you two need to figure what exactly is going on between the two of you,” interrupted a third person. He was Joseph, one of David and Helaine’s close friends. He was somewhat of a genius at sports, being simultaneously the captain of both the school soccer team and basketball team. Other than that he also practiced Muay Thai. It was at the Muay Thai dojo that he first met Helaine and David, who were both disciples there, but unlike them, he continued on even after he enrolled in high school, where academics seemed to matter more.

“Helaine and I already sorted it out ages ago. We’re just good childhood friends. And she’s also my important person.”

Helaine was actually also David’s ex-girlfriend, they started dating at the beginning of high school, however due to various circumstances, they ended up apart. For several months, neither of them knew what to say to each other, but realizing that it was childish of them to ignore each other, they reconciled and have returned to being good childhood friends.

“You know? That sounded like a proposal to me,” responded Joseph. He wasn’t going to let such a good opportunity to take a mickey out of the pair go.

David outright ignored him and walked off. He knew that was the best course of action. If he replied, Joseph would have just used whatever he said and twist it against him. It was because of that, which made him just outright ignore Joseph and walk-off to his next lesson, where he would probably get lost in his own thoughts again, since he found the content they were studying in school far too easy for him.

“Wait! You still didn’t try the cookies!”

Why have you called? What do you desire?


The bell rang, signalling the end of school. Students rushed out of the school grounds, happy that they were free to do whatever they want. David was not an exception.

Waiting at the school gates was Helaine, and when she saw him, she immediately ran up to him and said, “Come over to my place today? Since your parents aren’t here, you might as well have dinner with us.”

To everyone else, this was exactly like a girl love trying to find an excuse to spend time with the boy she likes, but for the two of them, this was only normal. They have known each other so long that their parents treats the other like another child.

“I’ll swing by for food later. Baldie said he got some interesting stuff, so I’m going to his place first to check them out.”

The “Baldie” that David referred to was a middle-aged man that loved to shave his head bald. He was the owner of a knife store that David frequented. Knives was the other things that David had a huge interest in aside from book. To him, they held a special type of beauty that few could understand. In his perspective, knives were like pieces of artwork that should be treated delicately, and people that was able to perform tricks and shows with them elegantly were the pinnacle of executants.

With that, he ran off towards Baldie’s shop. This was one of the rare times where David would show so much enthusiasm towards anything. “I wonder what he has to offer this time, aside from the switchblade, everything else was rather lackluster.”


“Here they are. Eight brand new knives straight from their producers.” said Baldie with a large smile on his face that would give most people creeps. He was an ex-Triad member who managed to get out after massacring anyone that pursue him, rumour had it that the Triad only stopped pursuing him to cut their losses after losing a tenth of their main members. Although, to David he was just an old busybody that shared his passion.

“Hmm, aren’t you treating me like an idiot? Apart from this one.” David retorted, aiming the only ballistic knife at the shopkeeper. “All of them are third tier knives that are mass produced.”

“Oi, oi. Don’t point the blade at me, if you fire it at this distance, I have completely no confidence in getting out unscathed. But as expected, you managed to see through these in an instance.”

“Hurry up and show me the masterpieces you talked about.”

“Ahh, yes. Here they are. Aren’t they just beautiful?” asked Baldie, taking out a closed box.

When he opened it, David was amazed. In front of him were a balisong, more commonly known as a butterfly knife, with extravagantly decorated handles; a Sgian Dubh with a blade that could reflect even the smallest detail; as well as an Athame, whose black handle was carved with a strange pattern. Each one of them could indeed be called a masterpiece.

He took hold of the Athame in his hand first and take a closer look at its handle. The patterns seemed to depict a strange snake-like creature with 3 heads. What truly amazed him were the details on the creature’s body, that showed even the scales.

Carefully placing it back down in the box, he took the Balisong into his hand. Flicking it around a few times, David could already tell that the craftsmanship was first class. He turned to Baldie and asked, “This one, I really want this one, so give me a discount on it?”

“Ohoho, although we are both knife enthusiasts, business is business you know?

“So? How much are you asking for?”

Baldie lifted 2 fingers.

“2,000 HKD? That’s not too bad I suppose.”

“Ohoho, nope. 2,000 USD.”

“You’re crazy.”

“You can tell its first class can’t you, it shouldn’t surprise you that much right?”

Hearing that, David didn’t know how to retort. Indeed, just from flicking the balisong around, he knew that it was truly well made, with the blade flickering through the air. He could also tell from the sharpness of the blade tip that it was carefully sharpened, most likely by its creator and not Baldie, since it was sharpened in a unique way that its edge wouldn’t be seen when you were flicking it around unless you were to look very closely.

“I would be willing to give it to you for a discount though, only because you have something I’m interested in as well.”

“Well… I guess I don’t have a choice…”

They continue to barter for a while, and without noticing, darkness had fallen. David did finally manage to barter the price of the balisong down to 2,000 HKD, only because Baldie desperately wanted a Shiv that David showed him a while back. David promised to bring the Shiv over the next day, and Baldie being Baldie, he allowed David to take the Balisong home today.


SMASH!

David was on the way over to Helaine’s home when he heard the sound coming from the alleyway. It piqued his interest. Common sense dictated that he shouldn’t go in there, since it was probably dangerous, but for David, satisfying his curiosity was more important.

He walked into the alleyway.

SMASH!

David walked deeper into the alleyway.

RAWRRRRR!

David saw a silhouette of a being that towered over 5 meters.

SMASH!

David’s body was sent flying before he even noticed. He fell several meters from where he was. Pain seared through his body. It was the kind of pain that he hadn’t felt for a long time, not since he stopped sparring with his father, who loved martial arts.

The silhouette approached him.

By chance, moonlight shined onto the silhouette, revealing its grotesque figure. It had a humanoid shape, but nothing about it made it seem remotely human. Its four limbs were as thick as the trunks. In its right hand, it held a large club. On its head, a face filled with anger was seen. Two large canines from the bottom of its jaw stuck out, covering the two sides of its nose. No, more correctly speaking, it didn’t have a nose, only 2 large nostrils in the center of its face. It glared down at David.

A high orc huh?

David was scared. Yet at the same time, he was strangely calm. “So this is what it feels like to know that you’re going to die. I’m calmer than I thought I’d be.” He stood up slowly from the ground, “I guess running is futile. It’s a long alleyway without a place for me to hide.”

Calmer than ever, he slowly took out 2 knives he had in his pockets. In his left hand was a switchblade that he always carried around with him which made him feel at ease, in his right hand was the beautiful balisong that he only just came to possess.

“Che, looks like this is my only option. I’m not sure if I even stand a chance, but I don’t want to die without trying to survive.” within David’s eyes, there was no trace of fear or despair like you would find in most people’s eyes if they were to be caught in a situation like this. In the first place, his entire reaction wasn’t normal. Any normal person would scream for help or run away, or more likely both. David didn’t do either. He calmly analyzed the situation within his head and took the course of action he saw fit. This was only thanks to the multitude of martial arts training that he had been through, he knew that in a situation as desperate as this, running would only decrease his chances of survival, realistically, his only shot at surviving this abnormal situation was to deal with the monster in front of him. Kill or be killed.

By this time, the orc was already slamming down its club towards David. Unlike before, this time it didn’t make contact with David. He had jumped slightly backwards, just out of reach of the club. As soon as the club made contact with the ground, David rushed forward, and attempted to stab his switchblade into the orc’s right hand.

SMASH!

Before he could succeed, a fist collided into his body. The orc had swung its left arm towards David. David was once against sent flying several meters back. When he once again made contact with the floor, he felt as if several bones in his body had already been cracked.

The shadow of the orc moved closer. David could barely move his body, but still he tried to stand up. He realized that he didn’t want to die. No, he was scared of dying. Even though he could calmly assess the situation a few moments prior, his mind was now running wild when he realized that there was a less than one percent chance of survival, in fact the exact chance was closer to zero.

Heh.

Was he going mad on the verge of death? Or was it the orc sneering at him?

Could it be that you can hear me now? The contract I offered before still stands valid you know?

Yeah, he was going mad. Wait… Contract? Could the voice be talking about that dream? In the dream, a similar voice had offered him to make a contract, it had asked him for his desires.

Once again I shall ask. What is your desire?

He wanted to go back to his normal life. No, not that. He wanted to had never stepped foot into this alleyway. No, not that either. He had one wish. He wanted to survive.

What is your answer?

David’s thoughts were in shambles. He was almost ready to cry out that he wanted to just get away from here, no mater the cost. Yet, at the corner of his mind, he desired for slightly more than that. He desired to possess the power to never be in this situation again.

“I want power. Power to overcome this. Power to never fall into this situation again.”

Power always come at a cost. What you desire, I can grant, but it will not be cheap.

“Whatever the cost. I’ll pay. Whatever you want. I’ll give. Grant me my desire, whoever you are!” shouted David. He was becoming desperate at this point. His calm demeanour was gone, he figured that since he was about to die, taken a leap of faith and trusting in a hallucination might not be the worst idea.

You shall become my host.

David could feel a subtle warmth covering his body. When he looked down, he could see a large circle around him, almost exactly like the one he had drawn for the failed summoning he attempted.

“Although, I have granted you power, I have no intention of aiding you further than this. Your right for survival must be grasped by your own hands.” a voice resonated in his head. It was the same voice that had offered him a contract, the same voice that he had just pledged himself to. It was the voice that had made him its host. “Lucifer. Be honored human, it’s not everyday that I respond to a human’s summoning.”

David was baffled. Did his summoning succeed after all? No, this was not the right time to ask such questions. He was on the verge of death.

“The enemy in front of you is a high orc. Although less, it no doubt possesses intelligence. Imagine, human. Use your mind to conjure up an image of your weapon. The current you is capable of doing so. I had no wish for you to die right now, so your wounds have been healed. Show me, Lucifer, that you have the right to become my host!”

David slowly stood up. Imagine huh? He could do something as simple as that. Right now, all he could do is place his faith in this suspicious deal he made.

As the orc charged towards him, ready to finish him off, David manifested his weapons. Twin blades appeared in both of his hands. They weren’t weapons that should be called practical. It was something that had left an impression in his mind from one of his dreams. Each weapon had a double-edged blade on either ends, with one side longer than the other. Between them was a simple handle with a ring on both sides. The entire weapon was pitch black, darker than even the night’s sky. It seemed to be made of a metal that David could not name. Instinctively he placed his index finger and forefinger of both hands into the ring of the blade. His middle fingers stood straight, touching the surface of the longer blades. The thumbs and little fingers wrapped around the sharpened edges of the shorter blades, but somehow they didn’t cut him.

“Those blades?” muttered the voice in his head.

David ignored the voice. He knew what must be done. He took a stance, and as soon as the orc once again smashed down its club, David jumped to the side. Again he rushed forward, anticipating the swing of the orc’s left hand.

Like he had predicted, it came swinging towards him. David crouched down just enough to have it swing over his head, and rushed even closer to the orc. This time, he wasn’t aiming for the right arm. He aimed straight for one of its legs.

The blade cut cleanly into the orc’s right leg. It howled in pain. Letting go of its club, it attempted to use its right arm to grab David.

David was ready this time. He swirled his body around, turning his right hand’s weapon towards the incoming right arm, meanwhile he used his left arm’s weapon to make a clean cut on the wrist of the orc’s left arm.

It yielded an unexpected result. The blade glowed black when it came into contact with the orc’s skin. And the glare enlarged, somehow allowing David to slice of the entirety of the orc’s left hand.

The orc howled in pain again and staggered back. Not missing this opening, David turned around once more and jumped, using the turning force of his body to slice at the orc’s neck.

The orc tried to raise its right arm to block it.

Too late.

It had lost its head.

The orc was dead.

David landed onto the floor. He hadn’t exactly expected the blade to glow once again and cut through the orc’s neck. It didn’t matter though. He had grasped victory.

Seeing his opponent dead on the floor, he let out a sigh of relief. He managed to survive.

After making sure the orc wouldn’t rise up again, he slowly walked towards the main road, feeling immensely fatigued, “I guess I should head straight home. I’ll apologize to Helly tomorrow or something…”

Then he collapsed on the sidewalk.


Author’s Note:

I hope you have enjoyed Chapter 1 of the story. Quite a bit different from the prologue. Many of you are probably confused about the relationship between the prologue and the chapter, but I promise it’ll all tie together.
At last you have meet David, our protagonist of the story. Was he what you expected? What are your impressions of him? I want to hear it all, so please leave a comment below.



 


  1. NTR – Acronym for the term “Netorare”, essentially when a protagonist have his loved one seduced away from him while they were originally unwilling. 

Prologue – A Sea of Red



He was at a vibrant ball, surrounded by people. More precisely, a humanoid race that gave off a vibe completely different from any humans he knew. Somehow, by instinct, he knew that they were demons of the Marturion race, a peaceful race of demons that possessed extremely high perceptions of magic that lived secluded from other demonic warring states.

“Lord ______, is something wrong?” asked an angelic voice to his left.

He turned his head to see who it was. It was Mira Vassago, the daughter of one of the ruling families of the Marturion race. She was a beautiful young woman dressed elegantly in a green dress, wearing a tiara decorated with a huge green emerald on her head. Furthermore, as if naturally, she had her arm coiled around him, it was obvious from first glance that she was his date for this ball.

“Lord ______, shall we?” she asked, pointing to the middle of the hall where many are dancing.

“Ahh, yes. Lady Mira, may I have this dance?” He hesitated before turning to her.

“It would be my pleasure!” she blushed, and held out her hand.

Leading Mira by her hand, he took her to the middle of the dance floor. There they danced naturally. He questioned how he was able to dance for a brief moment, but he couldn’t think of an explanation for it. His body moved instinctively, in sync with both the music and Mira’s movements as if they had practiced together for years. Their movements were perfect, even though they were surrounded by many who have learnt how to dance from a young age, their movements stood out from the rest. Soon, everyone’s attention was on them.

“Lord ______, this is getting a bit embarrassing. It seems like everyone is looking at us…”

Without replying, he merely smiled at her. A dashing smile that seemed to captivate her heart. That seemed to somehow calm her heart down, and they continued to dance until the end of the next song.

When they stopped, the entire ballroom was filled with claps. Many were walking up to the pair, praising how amazing their dance was.

“That was an amazing dance with my daughter, Lord ______,” said an old man with a croaky voice. He was Duke Aodhan Vassago, father of Mira as well as a well-known magician throughout the entirety of the demon race. He was a middle-aged man, just past his prime, that towered over others with a physique that would not have suggested to others that he was in fact a magician and not a swordsman. Although his family was originally only of the Marquis rank, through exceptional achievements in the advancement of magic, the Demon Kings had granted him the title of a “Duke”, holding a rank just below the Princes and the Archduke. “Would you like to join us for a drink?” Then turning to Mira, he chuckled and said, “Sorry Mira, I would like to borrow Lord ______ for a while.”

Hearing Duke Vassago’s invitation, for some reason, he could feel a smile upon his face, “Then Lady Mira, shall I see you later?”

“Yes!” Mira replied, instantly turning away and leaving in grace towards other young people that she was acquainted with. Unbeknownst to him, she was blushing heavily, exactly how a maiden in love would when the man of her dreams invites her out for a date.

“Then Lord ______, let us proceed to the next room. Both Count Furcas and Earl Decarabia have also arrived,” said Duke Vassago.

If he could recall correctly, Count Furcas was originally a Knight that had gathered a lot of merits, an abnormally among the Marturion that loved peace. He was a Spellsword, a Magic Knight that commanded several legions of demons. One of his most outstanding achievements was the subjugation of a Greater Sphinx, that was said to be born once every century, it was a creature that possessed extremely high intelligence and could cast spells on par with a Great Wizard. In fact, the last subjugation of a Greater Sphinx was lead by the current Great King, and even his army had suffered quite a few casualties.

He’ll make a good sacrifice.

Wait what? Why did such a though pop up? There was no reason for him to possess that kind of thought towards Count Furcas. He couldn’t understand his own thoughts.

On the other hand, Earl Decarabia was another outstanding individual, who specialised in healing magic. Due to this, he was one of the court healers for the Demon Kings.

On that thought, he saw Duke Vassago walk away, so he quickened his pace to catch up. Together, they left the ballroom, and walked through a long corridor, decorated with paintings of famous events that have occurred. The wall was painted red like roses.

And like blood.

Once against, he decided to ignore the peculiar thought that seems to have popped up in his mind. He followed Lord Vassago and entered a large room, where a dozen people had already been seated around a large rectangular table with 2 seats left empty. At the head of the table sat Duke Anzu, an elderly man that seemed to radiate confidence.

It appears a troublesome fellow is here.

Just as that thought popped up, Duke Anzu began to speak, “Greetings Duke Vassago and Lord ______, please be seated. Although do relax, we’re all here to enjoy ourselves and make small talk. There is no need to be overly formal here.”

It shall begin.

As he and Duke Vassago seated, everyone began to talk about different things. Like Duke Anzu had said, nothing about it was too serious, nothing concerned with politics or the fate of the world. All they talked about were their hobbies, their travels, and their families. You could see that they were all truly at ease. But he was not, his head hurt. His thoughts were clouded.

Ahh, finally let it begin!

He could not comprehend his own thoughts at all. The headache he feels made him use his hands to hold his head.

“Lord ______, are you feeling unwell?” asked the person, no demon, beside him.

Let it begin!

His hands moved by themselves. With trained movements, he used the nail on his thumbs to make a cut on the tips of all his fingers. Blood began to flow out at an astonishing rate, like he was forcing the blood out with magic.

“What? A magic circle?”

“What are you doing?”

Accept who you are. Obtain what you desire.

“From blood to blood, my blood is black…” The blood began to move on the floor, flowing out in different directions, and it began to form the shape of a magic circle. Words began to come of his mouth, to him it sounded like a chant,

“Defile. Corrupt. Tarnish.
It is the beginning of the end.”

I shall leave no trace…

“I shall leave no trace…”

You fools shall perish.

“You fools shall perish.”

Die.

“Die.”

“Stop this at once, Lord ______!”

People rushed towards him, many of them conjuring weapons that were only used on the battlefield, others began to chant their spells. Despite all that, he still continued to chant. To protect him, red tendrils of blood from the ground wrapped around those rushing towards him, squeezing the life out of them. He paid them no heed. He continued to chant, and the red tendrils continued to kill. Soon, not many were left.

Count Furcas stood before him, having cut down many of the tendrils that tried to restrain him. He finally stood up from his chair, but he didn’t stop chanting. A blade materialised in his hand. Count Furcas raised his sword high.

It was too late, as he began to lose his consciousness, he clearly saw that Count Furcas was already dead.

Screams filled the air.

“Please… I… I love you…”

When he finally regained his consciousness, a sea of red was in front of him. He was no longer indoors. He could see the night sky that was filled with stars. Under the dim moonlight, he gazed far into the horizon. All he could see was red. Red like roses. Red like blood.

Somehow, he felt different. Something changed. He had succeeded. At last he obtained what he desired.


Author’s Note:

I hope you have enjoyed this prologue to what I hope will end up being a great story. The prologue itself is very vague and the person whose the POV belongs to is not very clear, but it won’t be like this for the rest of the novel.



 

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