Reincarnated as Enemies [Prologue]

Neither a dream nor imagination

The war had started. The Human kingdom and his allies were facing their enemies: The demons. There, leading the enemy stood menacingly the tall demon king, with his long silver hair, piercing red eyes, big black horns and a thorn out black and red robe. His face was full of hatred towards his enemy.

Then he pronounced: "Die, rotten humans" as he pointed his arm towards the enemy, making his army charge. Every demon roared as they mercilessly killed every human-like creature that appeared on their range.

Human soldiers lost hope of surviving. They either ran or accepted their deaths. That wasn't a war. It was a unilateral extermination. Every line of their defenses was passed through, and they weren't able to do anything to stop it.

In the midst of the chaos, a huge explosion bursted in the middle of the enemy, killing hundreds if not thousands of demons. There, on the opposite side from where the demon emperor was, brighter than the sun, the hero and his companions had arrived at the scene. The blond hero of blue determined eyes was tall, but shorter than the demon; he had a bright slim silver armor with the Ursant Empire's emblem, a hand of a bear, and an even brighter sword. Every part of his equipment seemed to have been taken good care of.

The hero's arrival created hope for every integrant of the alliance, an alliance which needed generations of hard work from the kingdom to be created. They started attacking back, killing demons more easily since most of that army had been wiped out from existence. The hero then rushed to where the enemy leader was, followed by his companions. Every line of defense, to them, was as easy to pass through as cutting warm butter.

The demon king, angered by his fallen army, snapped his fingers, and behind him, the four pillars of his army appeared. He pointed to where the hero was and ordered them to stop each of his companions, order they followed leaving a path for the hero to confront the demon king.

They ran towards each other. The hero, as he prepared his sword screamed the king's name "KAAAAAR!!" while the king shouted back the hero's name "VARONIIIIS!!" as he raised his sword. Then, their swords clashed, making the wind run away from them, taking with him part of both armies.

By each clash, huge explosions were made, but they slowly stopped being explosion sounds, but the sound of wood colliding. By each clash, the wood could be heard more, until two wooden swords clashed, and instead of the hero and the demon king fighting on the battlefield, two teens, around sixteen years old, were fighting with mock swords in a backyard.

The backyard had huge trees and bushes surrounding it and a long pool on the edge of it. On the opposite side to the pool, there was a big modern house of two floors and an attic.

The first teen, the taller one, had short brown hair and calm brown eyes. He wore a black t-shirt with the kiss logo on it surrounded by the members of the band with their characteristic makeup, white shorts that had the NASA emblem embroidered on them, and some blue crocs.

The other one was a bit shorter than the first one. He had short blond hair and blue eyes. He wore a Metallica t-shirt that had the typical skeleton of the band in the middle making some weird pose, instead of shorts he wore a blue swimsuit and he wasn't wearing any shoes.

They were striking and blocking each others attacks, until the brown haired teen swinged his sword from above, but the other one parried it to the side, leaving an opening which the blond took advantage of, striking the brown haired teen on the side of his abdomen making him fall to the ground.

"Ouch! Louis, that hurt!", complained the brown haired teen to the blond while rubbing where he had been hit.

"You fell for the same move as the last time, Steve", the blond pointed out. He was swinging his sword as if it was a baseball bat. Then he put the edge of the sword on the ground and supported his hands on the other edge.