"So many of you might be wondering why I'm here, what story could I possible have to tell people who hate me. Well that's simple, it will be the story of why you hate me or to be more accurate, why you have to."
He was sat, unbound in front of a company of angels, demons and humans. The leaders of all three factions and there accompaniment of other higher ups. No one within the room looked comfortable being there, stood in front of the man without bounds.
The angels stood tall, very composed with dread in there eyes as they gazed at the man. All stood in dirty gold armour all detailed with intricate pattens leading down and continuing onto the legs only broken by a thick belt which held the sheath for there large bulking swords. The commander was the only one without a helmet on. He looked old, long silver hair tied back into a tail and a long beard that covered most of his chest. Each of them had a long cape of a royal red colour but even these were dirty and tattered. The commander had a royal blue one, this was in a less shoddy state.
The demons stood at the other end of the room opposite from the angels, a black haze outlined there corner. Yet they weren't your typical 'demons'. These were human shaped but there skin looked like magma that was cooling down the side of a mountain. Deep black and red veined they slumped over slightly too big for the room. They all stood around the commander much like the angels, there armour consisted of greaves, wrist guards and some sort of leather trousers with a belt as well. The commander was the same as the others, yet he was covered head to toe with scars that had healed over into bright orange scratches.
Last but not least, the humans were places in between the other two companies. Stood to attention were two guards with the main army's general sat down in the middle. They were all wearing camouflaged uniforms that were tattered and sown together. The general had a long coat draped on his shoulders, one side of his belt was a machete and the other a six shot revolver. He sat there with his head slightly tilted and his blind white eye closest to the demons on the left, averted away from the man in the chair.
Each of the three companies stared at the man on the chair, sitting so carelessly even though these were the best warriors in this entire war. Each of these had made there name in one way or another, by saving captured prisoners from unimaginable odds or running in and killing the old leader of a different faction.
"Let me tell you about myself, as all of you maggots here only know what you have been told by others. I doubt any of you know why you are really after me any more. Yet all I can say is I'm sick of killing you over and over."
As these words left his lips, the 3 factions scared expressions turned to anger about what was said.
"How dare you talk to our lord like that, you will pay for your insubordination." An angel places his hand on his sword and took a step forward towards the man.
"You will pay human." Snarled the demon lord, his scars started to pulse and glow more brightly and more smoke enveloped there side of the room.
"Is that so?" The old general was the only one who didn't look angry right now, the fear was still there but wasn't showing. His face almost showed amusement.
The man in his chair smirked and rolled his shoulders and with this the entire room became frozen again. The angel stopped advancing and the smoke from the demons began to thin. Each of them lost the anger off there faces and returned to scared. The only one who didn't flinch or change his composure was the old general of the humans. He just sat there, rolled his neck and looked dead into the eyes of the man.
"Go ahead then, enlighten us." As the general said this, the man sat forward in the chair with his eyes closed, locked his fingers, elbows on his knees and hid his mouth behind his hands.
"Ha, sure let us begin." He spoke opening his eyes looking dead on at the old general.
