Dueling Fate

Chapter Twelve - The Untold Truth

HNNNNGGG school stinks. I also want a sandwhich... yeah, a bbq chicken sandwhich. That would be nice right about now...

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Chapter Twelve - The Untold Truth

"W-What?" I stuttered, shocked beyind belief.

"Well, when I say half demon, I really mean your technically fully human. I'm just the manifestation of the demonic strength residing within you." Azazal replied, sittin down.

"How?" I questioned. "How is this possible? Father told me that my mother died in a bandit rai-"

"He lied." Azazal cut me off. "He told you that to protect you from yourself."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He heaved a great sigh before replying.

"Have you not noticed? I've been dormant the last five years. Reawakened by your extreme rage in the forest. Yes, through that rage I possessed your body. Just like how I did five years ago on that night. That's why you don't remember anything you do during extreme emotions. It's not truley you. All of your emotions effect me. An example would be your stress unleashing my wrath. Now, you are calm, and so I am too."

"What about that night five years ago? I remember that."

"That's not my actions that you remember. It's the death of your father engraining it to your mind. Er, well, your adoptive father."

"I... I was adopted?"

"Halflight, listen to me. If I tell you the truth, you'll be filled with rage. Through that rage, allow me to once again possess your body, but his time with you controlling the reins. Concentrate and assist me, our strength combined is even greater than you can imagine."

I stood firmly and grit my teeth.

"Alright, tell me the truth."

"You are a bastard child... the son of a human woman... and fathered... by the demon king himself. Satan, the doombringer, the king of Hell. Lucifer."

"What happend to my mother?" I asked, anger already taking action and corsing through my veins.

"Seven months after she was impregnated, Lucifer cast her out of Corozin, had her taken far away, and then she was hung in a tree. You were born prematurly by two months from her corpse. Then, your adoptive father found you and raised you as his own. At such a young age, you were unstable and your eyes burned red as mine do. He knew what you were, but he didn't care."

"Azazal..."

"Yes?"

"I've heard enough."

I sat down and took a deep breath.

"I want this fort leveled after we leave."

"Alright Halflight. Prepare yourself..."

Dues' PoV

Halflight's song of wrath once again echoed through the air, instilling fear into anything that heard him.

"Robbed of a mother's love at birth, left to drown in blood. He was to die beneath her corpse."

Halflight fought savagely with a berserker's rage. Never once faltering in his blows. Even using the iron teeth of the wolf head shaped helmet to tear open the throats of demons close to him.

"Left to rot in a cesspit of despair. Born to die as a waste of air."

Once, a demon struck Halflight in the leg with a war hammer, breaking Halflight's bones. Halflight only stoof back up with a loud snap from his leg along with blood spewing from the cracks of the armor. He faced the terrified demon, gave a single swing, and sent it's to body halves into the air.

"Raised as a child one shorn of fate, in a fit of rage, he knows a violent destiny will await."

Halflight was caught in an explosion. He walked out the fire with five cracked ribs and a broken arm. His arm bent in a direction it shouldn't. The armor creaked and groaned, snapping his arm back into place as well as splattering blood on the ground around him. He spat up some blood too, the blood dripping out of his helmet's mouth.

"Only life by sword shall reign, and he never to death be slain."

Halflight let out a long, deep scream of rage. The ground around his rumbling from the scream's force. A few pebbles bounced about.

It was at this moment, every demon that remained decided to turn tail... and run.

It was over... well... the demon's lives were atleast.

Halflight's PoV

I slowly stumbled along a path in the woods Northward. Azazal had already gone back to sleep out of exaustion. The stars of night had begun to show.

The damage I had taken was considerably high... who am I kidding? Half my body is practically broken. I could feel pain surge through me with every step. With Azazals remaining I focused on walking. Walking back to WinterFall.

A white spec floated past my face downward.

"Damn..." I said, looking up. "It seems Tsorig was right...Winter is here."

Soon the light snow grew heavier and thicker. The moon was just barely visible in the sky. A save was just off to my left.

"Better take refuge, I'll die treading through a snowstorm..."