During the war, the world is in chaos as the two kingdoms fight desperately for survival -- the human race and the demon race. The humans that are unable to fight fled and search for safety during the battle. The sunset looked like it had been stained by blood as splattered blood kept going as the two races fight to the death.
The human kingdom almost looked like a pool of blood.
Loud screams echoed, loud laughs trembled.
The voices of the human women were loud as they were dragged to different places and got raped.
Everything is too brutal. The Demon did not care for their main objective which to over rule. They all tried their best to show that they were powerful. The difference between the two races is too obvious. The demons were far more stronger possessing unknown powers.
'Geez these guys are getting ahead of themselves.' a man with white hair said as he looked around him. He swung his sword to remove the excess blood on it. He is part of the demon race and one of the most powerful at that. He wore white sash from his right shoulder to his waist and a short black shorts, a belt like around his waist to hold his bastard sword. He seemed to be one of the few that kept his head high and didn't sway away from the objective.
A thud sound.
The demon feeling that something had bumped to him turned around, he didn't saw anyone until he looked down; a small person which stood behind him was reflected through his green eyes; he followed the small thin arms of the child and realized that he had been stabbed him from the back with a small dagger.
A child in ragged clothes with short raven messy hair and different colored eyes glares at the white haired demon without fear, the eyes that would kill if it could.
<i>'Blue and golden eyes'</i> the demon thought as he stared at the child. He knew immediately that the child is of a scion of a human and demon which doesn't always happen, especially in the middle of the war of the two races. He knew immediately that the child grew in the care of the human race since he knows that no demon would attempt to stab him.
The demon pushed away the child. He removed the dagger pierced inside his body that didn't seem to have injured him the least. He looked at the dagger and then analyzed it.
The dagger is engraved with lots of stones. The dagger looked more like a decoration rather than a weapon.
He immediately figured that the dagger is from a noble family of the demon race. He didn't shake the feeling that the child might have been someone that a noble demon conceived with a human that might have been abandoned, or so he wants to believe since it isn't natural that a child living with the human race would come to possess a dagger of a demon noble.
He looked at the child, seated on the ground after he pushed the child ; the child reflected in his eyes without fear glaring back at him.
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