Guardian's Redemption

Chapter Nineteen

Gzaar was hesitantly walking through the very dim lit tunnel; his face painted with disgust as he quickly looked around at his surroundings. Bones of demons, humans, and animals littering the sides of the cavern floor. He stood no taller than an average five year old human with his light brown hair hanging down to his shoulders while his bangs were being held back by the two small horns atop his head to reveal his young human like face. Gzaar was very childlike in appearance, living for far longer than any human had ever live, approximately three hundred years old to be more exact.

The demon was small for his kind and the fact that he was far weaker than most was the cause of why he was treated so poorly among the demonic kind. His specific class was called an imp even though he looked nothing like his fellow grotesque imps.

Imps were hunchbacked with flapping wings to keep them suspended in the air. Their faces were that of older human beings with large hooked noses. Gzaar on the other hand was not and had obtained the ability to read the minds of others which had been extremely useful and helped him survive numerous encounters. It was a rare ability among the demonic kind, as he found out years ago, so he kept this knowledge about himself quiet. This imp had learned that knowledge was the power to surviving.

Gzaar grew up in the pits of Hell, learning as a minion to obey anyone bigger than himself. He hated that fact but power always seem to dominate the lesser hellions. The little imp knew he wasn't like the others, always turning and flinching at the carnage, avoiding physical confrontation at all costs, and the newest was that he was experiencing the pain of the mortals. He had what no other demon from the other layers could claim to possess. He had a good conscience.

When the gates of Hell came crashing open to the mortal plane, Gzaar went embracing the opportunity; a chance to have a new life without Hell's influence upon him. God had meant to release only a small portion of the dark plane, but more than expected had pressed through. The lord of light was outraged and in that rage he granted some humans the ability to use nature against the cruel beasts. The lord did not grant all humans this power because humans could turn on one another in an instant. Gzaar thought God was naïve for this. The holy being inviting humans to subjugate their fellow man through his actions.

Naturally Gzaar kept away from the fighting, traveling in the disguise of a small child, watching from a distance as the other hellions thrived off the fear of the mortals. Humans had been slaughtered before any of the mortal race had known what was happening. Large vents opening on the surface of the mortal plane allowing the hellions to climb up to the surface. Those vents slowly closing over time. Gzaar had felt the agony in his mind when the slaying had begun. The memories fading from those that fell never to be thought about again. It wasn't until the end of the Judgement Day that the balance came to restore itself, kind of.

Humans roaming around their planet, killing one another for: food, clothing, and weapons. They even did other repulsive things that Gzaar didn't like to think about. There was only one true area for a human being to avoid this new harsh life and that was within the human city, the Sanctum of Haven and the towns in the city's controlling area. Outside that protected zone, demons, bandits, and other cruel creatures ruled; killing the helpless.

The small demon had also heard the mentioning of another continent but knew nothing about was going on the other side of the mortal world. His main focus was to survive for as long as possible. To his demon kind he was more like a human and to the mortals he was an evil demon.

Gzaar had been alone for only so long. The little demon had been discovered by a large group of demons. With quick action involving beatings and crude comments the brutes had dragged the little one to their leader, a devil. Devils were far stronger than the demons physically and spiritually. Their mana was double that of an average hellion and their intelligence was better as well. Only a few had been able to slip through to the mortal plane and in doing so their bodies were forced to take more of a human form sealing their true power into a fragile body that they detested. Many hated this restriction for it was only because the devils were so strong that they would break the mortal plane in their true forms. Though many of the devils hated it, others used the restriction to their advantage. They would blend in to torment the weak. Luckily the strongest of all the devils had not been allowed into the mortal plane.