Red Dragon Emperor of Domination

Chapter Four: Stage Set

A lone figure stood amongst the large pile of bodies, shaking violently. Blood was plastered all over his crimson colored armor, with ghostly green eyes glowing out of his helmet that sported the same shade of red.

Panting heavily, the figure scanned his surroundings to make sure that no further enemies were nearby. The fight had been long, and tiring, with multiple enemies coming at him in waves, unrelenting in their attacks.

However, it was not a time for rest. More could be coming, and he had to find an undisclosed location to rest and protect "Her" before they would be ambushed again.

A little girl in a gothic lolita uniform stepped out from behind him. Her emotionless black eyes casually observing the level of carnage dealt by the figure.

It was natural, after all, for a immortal being to see such things in the vast millennias of their lifetime, leading to their permanent emotional apathy.

The elf-like girl lazily kicked away the dying hand of a devil who was blocking her way. Turning, she slowly stuck out her index finger and gently poked the figure's helm, ignoring the blood that got itself onto her hands.

"I, am hungry." She spoke monotonously before continuing to poke the figure's helm without pause. "I, want food. Japanese, food."

Sighing, the figure stepped back and deactivated his armour, which faded from existence.

It revealed the stoic face of a young Issei about 13 years old. His spiky brown hair was unruly from exiting the Boosted Gear Scale Mail, with his usual heterochromic eyes currently being lifeless and icy.

"I told you, you can't keep wandering out while my back is turned. You're wanted by those evil organizations out there, and I don't want you to get hurt." The little boy spoke with an equally emotionless tone before grabbing and shaking his head violently.

Finally, his eyes cleared up as the usual warmth returned to his pupils. Each time he pushes himself when wielding the Boosted Gear, his bloodlust increases dramatically.

Looking down, Issei fears the day when he would be unable to control himself and his mentality breaks...

The Prince of Devils was suddenly interrupted from his thoughts when his lover stepped forward and planted her lips on his own. Now floating in the air, the girl gently broke the kiss and rested her head on his muscular shoulder.

"You, are my mate." She smiled softly. A bit of emotion always escaped from the immortal whenever she was around Issei. "I, believe in Issei. I, chose Issei, the strongest Red Dragon Emperor."

Issei smiled bashfully, gently rubbing the red gauntlet with the green spherical gem on his left arm. Opening his arms, he closed his eyes as he enjoyed the smooth and warm feel of his beloved colliding into him.

Embracing her, Issei was unaware of the individual suddenly appearing behind him, swinging a blade of blue light.

"...But your very existence is a mistake, Issei."

-end flashback- 

She had said it in a tone that haunted him to this day... she, the one he cherished and loved above all, had called him a mistake.

She hadn't alerted him to the enemy sneaking up on him.

She didn't try to save him... even though he had wanted NOTHING more than to live a happy and peaceful life at her side.

He couldn't understand it, not really.

Why was she so affectionate and lively with him... if she thought he was a mistake?