Arcaethia

Chapter 2: the Demon Prince

The demon realm, a dark isolated dimension of harsh environment yet filled to the core with life. The demons when together were a thriving race, the race would rejoice fill with laughter and content with their lifestyle even while war raged. One individual a demon born from the queen and chaotite never smiled, a heartless, malicious individual that rarely even socialized with the main realms people. An outcast that tried his damndest to be unnoticed by his fellow people.

As a child his magical capabilities were chaotic, destructive he knew his race was the closest to ever being connected with the ancient magic. As a child he mastered the demon and blood arts and perfected them to where he doesn't have to us chants to cast them. His weapons given to him at birth were two dual wielding blades, one black with runes on them, another white with different runes. His black sword could absorb any magic type and reflect it at 100xs its original out put the White sword able to take magic and turn it into restorative capabilities. He never draws his sword in combat or uses magic unless needed be.

As a teen he would take on hand to hand combat training. Mastering all styles from every race and eventually became so physically strong and mentally stable he would be a force to be reckoned with. Able to punch a hole through multiple dimensions and speeds that one cant see he was a Demon in both literal and figurative sense. A monster among his own kind never accepted by his own.

As an adult, he now fought in the war of the Demons vs the Xemphists in order to win. Ripping through every one if their ranks and the guardian Xemphists also known as the Trifecta of Holy Knights. Warriors within the Xemohists that were credited for having unworldly power and potential.

The young fighter tore through them, blood running down his face, bones ripped out if the enemy and heads rolled as he walked through the world of the Xemphist. This was before current times a time where the war was at its worst. Now the war is calmed down and peace while "there" it was still a stressful era. During this period the demon prince sat upon a thrown, woman drooling over the fact he was the heir and some woman even went to propose arranged marriages to the prince. He declined them all his morale saying "unless these demoness can hold their own in a fight against me? Dont offer their hand" the prince had high standards for his taste.

The demon realm was different compared to most just like the Xemphists Woman fighters were strong and forces to be reckoned with, none would even fight some women due to their vast potential. Rune the demon prince was a different story, his own power is one to be seen by all, a vast aura of black and red that surges through dimensions and sends fear into the worst of enemies.

This only increased when his mother taught him the ways of Chaos Magic. A magical ability unique to the Chaotites but a curse to those who try to wield it. The backlash destroys the users sense of sanity in whole and not an single member would challenge the magical art. Not rune, he studies and studies to use such a potent ability in order to win this war. His own power was able to cast spells without any fatigue or backlash. Some feared him for such an act and Rune never complained.

Time ran and the clock ticked as Rune studied more and more in now isolation. His red and pink eyes looking up as his black coat fell and he closed them once more. A small steady quiver of his lips as he would activate the Chaos magic able to fully stabilize it without any backlash and at that moment he would master stage 1 of chaos magic. There our 5 stages.

Stage 1: you are able to drench your body in full chaos magic, each blow you deliver is potent and deadly sending those into a shock and unstable state temporarily.

Stage 2: spell casting chaos magic, able to completely make forms of weapons and other potent casts that would completely paralyze, corrupt, or damage enemies

Stage 3: chaotic weaponry spells, the names speaks for itself.

Stage 4: complete Chaos control, a stable and complete embodiment into chaos, able to completely over power one at the cost of stamina

Stage 5: Chaos Lord, a transformation that is the true and final embodiment of chaos, not even the two deitys have unlocked this potent form.

This marks a mew age for Rune and his people, the possible end to a war that raged forever and bring once more a peaceful era, and a extension to the Demon realms empire, or so he thought. As the prince left his isolation freshly out the shower his raven spiked locks and multicolored hues eyed the dimensional portal to the warzone itself. At high pace and quick lunges he bolts up and forward as he was sent rocketing out into the fray soon landing in the middle of the army that seemed to overwhelm his own units.

"Tck weaklings, every single one of you..." he would open his eyes and the same pink aura engulfed and with a punch forward the entire army was disintegrated. An exhale as the demon prince looked behind him. His people wounded and weak, beaten and even tortured some dead. He shook his head as he turned his back to them his eyes glaring to the Xemphist castle. Where he soon would come crashing into their front gates. His own hate and malice now staring deep into their queens eyes.