Vir Machina

Prologue

The raging fire burns bright in the neutral camp. Hundreds of people fleeing, trying to find a weapon or a way out. A man ran with a child through the side paths.

"What do we have here?" A figure stated calmly, as he rounded the corner. The figure could only be described as a demon. His black leather coat showed his personal insignia, a metal skull with bloody swords below. The rest of him, save for his eyes, was outlined in black from the flickering light, His eyes glowed red.

"Go!" The the man shouted as he pushed the child away to relative safety.

"B-but," the little one stuttered as he landed in the mud, tears rolling down his face. The older man gained momentum as he walked towards the shadowed figure. he gradually transitioned into a sprint, he pulled his arm back, holding pressure behind it, and clenched his hand into a fist. The man screamed as he ran. Then he swung.

"You could at least give me a challenge," the demon sighed as he grasped the man's hand, "but I will admit, I do like to break a few skulls now and then, or hands as the situation may be." The gentleman's hand began bleeding and contorting as he howled in pain. The man was then swiftly slammed into the ground, as his legs were knocked out from beneath him. Then the demon placed his foot atop the man's back, pinning him to the ground.

"R-run," the victim whimpered, his voice muffled by the dirt his face was pushed into.

"Humans... Such fragile creatures aren't they?" The demon taunted his prey, "They continue to fight and fight, destroying each other until nothing is left but dust in the wind for what? Petty revenge, or different ideologies. At least I fight for something a little more, food." The fiend raised his boot, and hastily slammed down on him repeatedly, thus shattering his victim's ribcage. "What will this massacre lead to? I guess the outcome will show itself eventually..." The child fled away from the gruesome scene as he heard the man's fading screams. The smoke filled the youth's lungs as he tried to find someone, anyone that could help him. He turned the corner to see a flametrooper. This was the source of the blaze that destroyed the orphan's home, friends, childhood, and family. He was thrown to the side by a girl much older than him, who shared similar features to his own. She took him and ran far away, far enough to have the chorus of screams die down.

"Y-your injured!" The younger one pointed to the scorned jacket and bloody trail, "if we can find someone, we can save you." The girl collapsed, showing her back riddled with bullet holes and burn marks. The young boy sat there hopeless and alone. Then it began to pour, as he tried to withhold his tears. Then with the young woman's last action the young man moved onward in the hopes of creating a new life.