The world is fragmented by war.
Every day is a struggle to survive, no matter where you go there will always be something trying to kill you, there is nowhere to hide, nowhere to find peace. Blood taints every corner of the earth, fire burns the li...
Nobody knows what caused it. But nobody could deny it when their remains fell into the mortal realm. Heaven was gone and so was the world's peace.
It wasn't long before war broke out between 3 races for the power balance of the remaining realms.
Demon kind: beings from hell who want to take the mortal realm from themselves lost the protection from the gods.
Humanity: mortals who wish to eradicate any hellish being. They have turned the remains of the fallen gods into weapons to have a chance in the war.
Vessels: Humans born with the power of seal demons within them, as well as a natural super ability given to them. Their goal was the destruction of humanity and subjugation of Demon kind.
There was nearly no place in the world free of these battles. Each day it was made more evident, as the sun passed its apex, screams filled a humble village. Its wooden buildings were empty as the people ran away from the streets. In the middle of the space, a demonic beast marched, its 3-meter body deformed with veins marked all around its dark grey body, red disheveled hair cascading down as a crimson many, as well as a horn sprouting from the top of its head.
"More... blood" it mumbled with a raspy and crunchy voice, the red droplets boiling as they hit the dirt, creating a sizzling sound with faint amounts of steam. The few warriors in the village stood before the demon, shaking within their rusty armor, holding their swords and shields as people ran behind them.
"fools" the demon grumbled as it stared up at them. One of the warriors ran at it, screaming in a mix of fear and adrenaline, only for the monster to grab its head, then pour its fire-hot blood inside its helmet. The man's battle cries were turned into howls of agony as his face melted inside its helmet, eventually leaving it limp as the beast tossed it aside.
"you monster!"
"Demon scum! We won't stand this!"
Before the monster could take another step, a pale shape appeared in the field. A child of snow-white skin, pearly hair, in addition to blank eyes. He wore a yukata along with a pair of sandals. "Leave this please" He whispered with a soft yet detached tone.
"What do you think you are doing? Get away from here!" one of the warriors called out.
The boy simply glanced at the people momentarily. He looked back at the demon silently awaiting its response.
"Begone, child. I have no time for games." The demon panted as blood dripped from its mouth and hair.
The child sighed with a deep exhale. "I figured as much," He extended his hand sideways. A small sword manifested on it. It had the head of a dragon on its hilt, accompanied by lighting patterns on the blade.
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