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Francias had been head demon for many years, It had been a while since there was another head demon and he intended it to stay this way. He’ll be the one to end the war.
He was raised to know how to fight and how to win, the angel king doesn't stand a chance.
But strangely…
Some things are not right.
He used to hate the training to prefer doing something else but now he knows that fighting is necessary and unavoidable.
As he stands looking down on the kingdom of hell, something feels off about it, odd. He wishes that he wasn't the king or maybe the king in a different time when the 400 years war wasn't commencement but something about the wish seemed too true and too real to be told so he kept it a secret.
(He wants to be a pleasant ruler and have gardens, and someone to rule with him, perhaps a king.)
But he must keep those thoughts even more secret.
He's a ruler in a time of war, not one of peace.
“Your majesty, sir!” One of his generals stood at the door with a straight look on his face and his red uniform on, his name was Ludwig and he was saluting . “We are prepared for the battle and await your command.”
The poor, little general who he believed was named Felicianol seemed confused on whether to bow or salute, tried doing both at once and fell over. “Sorry your majesty, the same thing as him.”
Francis prayed for the second generals troops.
“Good, you are both dismissed.” The men bowed and marched away- actually no, only one marched the other more skipped but that wasn't the point.
Francis thought about the lord of angels he would be fighting on tonight's atack.
His name was arthur and he was the most feared magic user and angel in all the lands. He was known for setting his people's towns on fire with a single spell and then killing all the surviving demons.
That angel as a true monster.
Luckily the angels won't be anymore for longer.
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Aurther hated rations. They didn't taste good at all and he was quite unhappy with the fact that this is what he's eating for this entire war.
They were resting for the night preparing for their fight that would be with the demons at dawn when they did their surprise attack.
No one knew they were there besides the people that are fighting that morning. It was brilliant.
“Wow, this food is better than your cooking, surprising.” That was Alfred, his little brother and general. Aurther gave him a look before going back to eating his dinner
Mathew, his other brother who had been acting strange all day, spoke up. “At least we're getting food.” Mathew smiled but it hasn't reached his eyes.
“Mathew are you okay?” Aurther questioned, still chewing on his wired stew thing.
“Yeah.. I’m fine…” Mattie didn't look fine but the chap knew how to ask for help so he didnt push it.
“Well I hope we're all prepared for tomorrow. For the angels.”
“For the angels.” The other soldiers cheered as Aurther left the room to get ready for the night but something happened
“BANG-” There was a loud explosion as Aurther as was knocked back to the edge of the tent. The sound had temporarily made Auther lose hearing slightly but he heard one thing at least.
“THE DEMONS ARE HERE.”
Auther gets up to the sound while still slightly having an odd ringing in his ears. As he grabs his sword and brace half for battle he gets kicked from behind. Standing above him is a tall blonde demon with long hair and an annoying smirk on his face.
The demon says something but his hearing still isn't working. The demon's sword is about to stab Auther but he knocks him over with his legs just in time. He grabs his weapon and starts going after who he now sees to be the demon king from his armor.
He slashes the sword towards the demon but misses and drops it. The demon seeing this throws itself towards Aurther in step to get him down but he grabs his sword just in time and tries to hold the hell spawn back but feels something coming from his ears.
throws the demon off and runs a bit further away to check what the strange warm liquid was…
Blood
He
The demon gives him a strange look but then sees the blood and starts to look.. Painicked? Guilty? It was odd but what was even more odd was when he dropped his weapon with a concerned look on his face and well instincts kicked in.
He knocked out someone who was trying to help. Oh god, oh god.
What should he do? Should he kill him? Should he save him?
Oh god
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Francias awoke to a loud door slam in a dark room. He was tied up and had something covering his mouth he couldn't move but he could hear.
“Stupid mother and her dumb lecture. Wait until I tell her I can't hear, she'll still lecture me.” It was the boy from earlier. Was he kidnaped or dead? He tries wiggling around but only manages to kick the door open.
He sees a big bedroom with many pictures and artifacts hung from the wall. There were tapestries and bookshelves fit for a prince and a big bed that had a teenages boy sitting on it reciting strange words.
“Sanarus, no no. Garmos.. That's ones not working either. Maybe, parstdum, WHY IS IT NOT WORKING!” There were loud shots of magic coming from the boy. But why would he do magic..
The boy was wearing special armor in battle, he was in a big room, he was the right height and fit the discretion, he was a magic user, HOLY SHIT HE DEAFEND THE ANGEL LORD.
He needed to escape quickly and get out but how? He looked around in his closet for something and grabbed a pocket knife that was in the pocket of one of the uniforms. Slowly monovering himself so that the knife wouldn't cut him. He runs out of the closet unnoticed by the young wizard who was mumbling about healing spells.
As he ran threw the halls he looked for an exit but suddenly bumped into someone