Chapter 1: the huntress and the demon

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Have you ever wondered what created the god we all know and the devil? Or if they're entities higher with power then them? Neither did I until recently. As I sat here one night working. I was on patrol due to the demons being able to cross over into the world of the living. This might though it was different the man that showed himself to the world was a bit special. He wasn't here to torment us humans. But more like cause chaos in the divisions of Heaven and Hell. Here is where it started...

The night was calm for a moment I was filling out paperwork for the last battle we were in. Suddenly the wind picked up and it whirled. A Red and Purple light spiraled out of control. I began to close up and investigated the burning light. I rushed over as I saw the light dissolve into the air. A man in a red and black coat. His hair is white the tips red as he sat still he then turned towards me. He had a vipers eye. The cold stare.

"Well well seems like I have a welcome party" he chuckled a bit. As he then looked at the men coming onto the scene. I looked behind me and began questioning the man.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked as I pulled out my scythe and handgun. The bullets we used were dipped in holy water. The bullets made out of holy metals.

"I am Zeref heh the old demon king" Zeref would say as he began to grin.

"What?! W-why are you here!?" I asked as I watched him.

"I'm here because I wanted to be... I don't wish to create chaos here....  Humans do that enough themselves " he smirked as he then moved forward. I quickly dashed forward with a slash from my scythe. As I did I saw him just summon two blades one purple and one red. He blocked the weapon. I then fired four shots at him but I was left astonished as he simply took it and the bullets would ricochet.

"W-what the hell are you?" I asked as I kept the blades locked.

"Hehehe" his gaze became more serious his smile more straight. "I could've killed you if I wanted.... It isn't hard...." He said as the purple blade phased through the scythe and it stopped at my face. A sweat tear would fall from my forehead as he then retracted the blade. He then looked to the side as the night sky began to turn into a swirling red as the crowd roared.

This was a dawn of a new age.

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