Death The Kid

Chapter 3

All around me I hear screaming and yelling. People on fire falling from the sky. I look around and all I see is lava falling and flaming people. Oh and also I'm on a freaking Nethercliff (a rock that flies in midair) with no one but myself. "I can feel your presence boy." "Huh? Who goes there?" I look around, but see no one. I look over head and saw a huge fire ball coming straight at me. I dodge the incoming fire ball and stood up to see what it was. I saw a muscular giant with sharp pointed teeth and flaming hair. "My name is Ifrit. I am the demon king of fire. Why have you summon me?" He looks at me with blazing fire red eyes. "I am Alexander Grim. Son of the Grim Reaper. I wish to be your apprentice." He grins and laugh. "Grim boy! Wow! I haven't seen you in ages!" "I'm sorry, but do I know you?" He gives me the biggest hug I ever had (I thought he was gonna break all of my bones). "I'm your uncle boy and ill be proud to be your master of the art of fire."
    For what felt like a millennium. I had train and master everything he said to do with ease. "Well now my nephew I have train you well, but there is one more challenge." I clench my fist and felt the power I had increased. "I'm ready for anything you got." He laughs. "Now that's the spirit." He throws a fire ball about the size of a soccer ball at me. I deflect it with my hand, but in an instant he upper cut me in the gut and kicks me sending me flying to the edge. "This will be your final challenge. Use your rage and anger to fuel the fire element inside you to save yourself." he grabs me by the throats and brings me over the cliff. I kept thinking that he's gonna drop me, he's gonna kill his own nephew. He drops me sending me down into oblivion. Falling faster and faster down into this pit scared for my life. I started to remember everything that pissed me off: not able to know my dad, the kids at the orphanage who bullied me, everything that I could think of. I felt a burning passion throughout my body. "I will make them pay!" is all I said repeatedly. I clench my fist and curled into a ball. "I will make them suffer!" The lava that pour from this accursed abyss came to me and formed a sphere around my body connecting itself to me bit by bit. "They will all die!" The flame sphere that enclosed me burst and I stop falling. I looked behind me and saw flamed wings. "Wow! This is fucking amazing!" I flew around a bit and found my uncle. As a payback for throwing me off the cliff I made a fire ball as big as an asteroid and chucked it at him. The fire ball hit him, but it didn't phase him. "Ah! I was wondering when you'll come back." "What the fuck man! I coulda died!" He came right at me, but this time I blocked him because of the wings. "You got the wings of a powerful demon who almost surpassed your father." "These wings have saved my life." He laughs. "Alexander my boy you will be a great Grim Reaper someday." He grabs my chest and grabs something from it. I scream in agony and pass out.
    I wake up only to find myself back in the training room. "Hello son how was uncle Ifrit?" I threw a fireball at him. "There's your fucking answer asshole!" He vanquish my fireball without even lifting a finger. "Temper, temper, good that will always fuel the fire element inside you and look one down four to go." I look and saw that there was no more red candle. "You master fire I see even better then me and you got a new toy." He point to my wings which now cool down to regular demonic wings. "Ya pretty cool huh?" I smirk. "Pretty cool in deed". My wings go back into me. "Alright I'm ready for my next challenge." "As you wish". I hold my hands up as he goes to grab a candle. "Wait! I'm choosing this time." I grabbed the white candle and put it to my chest and went to a different dimension.