The Story of Saint

Saint

Planet Danus, Humans, the dominant race live their lives peacefully, unaware of the two races that have claimed Danus’s core and moon as their own, demons and angels, both quietly worming its way into humanity.

This is where my story takes place, My father was an angel, one of immense power but also highly respected, he married my mother upon god’s blessing for angels can’t wed or have children without god’s consent, he married a 5 foot tall tan skinned woman named Janice and together they conceived a child, a little boy.

However, my father was not without enemies, in Heaven as they call it, he was among those who were pushing to make a treaty with their enemies, the demons, other angels of lesser power didn't like that so they arranged for my father to be killed by demons, however not all went as they had planned.

When the demons attacked my father at his palace, my mother, who was 9 months pregnant with me, instead of running like he said, stood and took one of his holy blades, standing by his side which ended up in her demise by a demon, they didn't kill my father outright but instead took him and tortured him until his death.

Now, you're probably wondering how am I alive? Well, the demon who killed her had a wound on his claw from her attack, so when he cut her, their blood mixed making her part demon and me a demon as well. But the quantum laws have said that no child of demon and angel may live, well I don't think they counted on the child being near birth when they became a nephilim.

Oh yeah, I forgot to say that, I'm a nephilim, a child of demon and angel, more powerful than either, however enough of that, my mother did not die, she lived through birth and held me for a few minutes, giving me my name before passing away

“Saint” she whispered, holding me close

I did not know what destiny held in store for me as the servant took me from her arms, the papers were filled and I held my name saint, despite what others called me, My journey into this world of angels and demons began when I was just 18.

I lived a normal life as a Japanese man, except I was the sword maker of the village, I could forge any blade from any metal I was brought, any length and any sharpness I could forge, practicing for almost 8 years with no master to teach me, I taught myself from the various scrolls left by the master before his death.

One day I was working on a sword, pounding at the metal when I received a knock “Busy” I called, pounding the metal into a curve, there was another knock “BUSY!” I called again, putting the metal back into the forge to reheat it evenly, After I did so, I counted in my head, 30.

The door creaked open and a scroll was slide in before the door was closed again, I looked at the scroll, then back to the katana, pulling it out and finishing the process before quenching it in oil, as it set, I stood up and walked over to the scroll. I picked it up and opened it, reading the message inside, which was a request “I am willing to pay for a sword, made of your finest material, any price for a master sword”

I closed the scroll and opened the door to find a small woman, kneeling in front of the door on the little mat I had “Stand” I said

She stood up, her face covered in white makeup, lipstick and eyeliner “I am the wife of the samurai ‘Ao kenshi’ he wishes for you to make him a sword” she bowed