Imp:Devil Born

Prologue: A Warrior's Rest

Lives are wasted every day.

Eons pass in the blink of an eye to those above. History is written in the hairs of fate. Destinies are being fulfilled to their greatest, whether right or wrong. Powers beyond comprehension and human knowledge, controlling the lands and seas. In this world called Astreal, a place of fantasy with creatures unseen, but human actions commonly known through history. Astreal may be peaceful, but it has battles and wars beyond belief, blood shedding without mercy.

Though battles are nothing compared to war, this battle would be greater than any war previously seen before. From humble beginnings, in a place vast, sand breezing through the long winds, a small dirt road led to a small diner made of wood and stone. It was a long night in the year 829, a young man in his twenties being left alone in the diner to run, no people in sight to be made visible, it was a truly lonely job. Though tonight would be different.

One hour past midnight, the lone man that kept to the diner, slept to his heart's delight, not expecting anyone to come any time soon. Peaceful with the dead of night, the black sky and its beautiful stars would shine a new light, revealing something on its way. Dim with pure darkness, its figure could not be fully distinguished by the light, but one thing was certain, it was something to not be messed with.

Asleep in a deep slumber, the man wouldn't notice the passageway of the diner being open with a sudden force and unregulated shadows sweeping into the lonely place. The atmosphere became intense, as what was coming to the small diner, finally stepped foot.

Creeping toward the resting young man, a simple tap on the shoulder was all it took to awaken him.

"What the hell do you want-..." spitting random words from his drowsiness, the air in his lungs would be swept away. As if the air around him were needles, his lost breath started to slowly suffocate him, not wanting to give a single gasp in the presence of the person in front of him. His skin crawled with a blue hint, the cold aura of death shimmering beneath his muscles, it would disappear with one word.

"Coffee..."

"Huh...?" He looked in front of himself to see a black-haired man.

"I would like some coffee..."

"Wha-"

"Coffee please," the mysterious man said with a deeper tone.

"Umm, ah, yes! Thy coffee shall be on the way!" uttered rapidly while the young man ran into a backroom of the diner.

"Fucking hell..." he muttered when excusing himself to a table. If you were to describe this man fully, he would be a decent-height man in his early 30s with black hair, white skin, and eyes like emeralds. His clothing would consist of a black open coat, brown boots, and strangely enough, a long weapon covered in bandages as it wraps around his shoulder. "I want to keep running, but it's about time we deal with our situation...", arriving on point, the young man appeared at his table with his coffee at hand.

"E-Enjoy dear customer!" nervously sputtered by the terrified man.

Grasping the cup from the young man and taking a small sip.

"Hmm, quite a flavor!" the man strangely said cheerily.

"Yes! It's made from-!"

"I didn't ask," remarked in a deeper voice than before.

Frightened by the change in voice, he began to slowly step away, though that wouldn't be effective as in the next moment the collar of his shirt would be grabbed and himself being hung up high into the air. Amazingly impressed by such strength, the young man would hang his mouth wide open as he was only being carried by one hand.