The Rise Of Zenith

Chapter 1. The beginning to an end

An alarming time for the town of Tritaria, normally a lively and socially joyful little place now hiding out in fear, up in flames and the only mood is set to fear and melancholy. Demons flooding the streets, destroying anyone that comes to their ill sight. Ripping flesh, spilling blood, the stench was gut-wrenching. The sounds of trotting seem to take the demons by surprise, most folks are afraid to even look at the walkways. One demon who was dressed in an impressive set of armour, the black and blue complimented the burning flames that lit the skies, she was observing the work her and the minions of her master. One swooped up towards her, "Yona! There is someone on a horizon, killing some of our men.." They grunted angrily, Yona, the demon of envy, curled her blue-hued lips into a wicked grin. "Finally! A challenging fight, I sense the power..I'm envious.."

She leaned in, gripping her scythe tightly, her large wingspan now in view as a silhouette in the bright fire. Flying up and crashing down to the trotting stranger, the demon squinted, the stranger had a demon impaled. He leaned his blade down for the corpse to slid off, wiping the dripping blood off on his gauntlet. Yona slammed the end of her scythe against the cracked concrete floors. "So, your the one who my friends have been discussing, quite the commotion you have made for us..But you are no different than the rest." Yona stated boldly. The outsider shifted towards her, a brow cocked up, "I have no time for the concept of monologues, let alone hear your shit." He called, "state your name, drifter.." Yona narrowed her gaze towards him. He exhaled the smoke polluted air, shaking his head. "Raymin, and you must Yona, the demon of envy," he responded bluntly, Yona was at a minimum of surprise by her name being recognised, only the dead really understood who she was. "Hm, impressive, and we have not even fought." She stated, twirling her scythe around. "Stop talking and lets go then!" Raymin rose his voice, Yona laughed manically and bolted forward, swinging the curved blade towards Raymin, though he opposed and slammed his own blade, the metal clashing. They both moved back, Yona going in for another swipe, Raymin slammed his leg down on it, forcing her blade to smack on the ground. He elbowed her gut, one of the most exposed body parts. Yona staggered, though her stance was far from over, she went for a headbutt..Raymin took her head and pushed it back, "nice try..." He commented dryly, pushing her back.

Yona now in a daze from this, and it being laced with shock. "How did you..Wait..What am I smelling.." She examined Raymin, pausing out of fright. "The hero blood...Oh..So the story is true," she stepped back, reaching for her scythe. Raymin hummed, "going to run?" He squinted with a tiny smirk peering on his mug. "No..." She whispered with a soft tone, the tense grip on the handle of her weapon seemed immense, "I WILL KILL YOU AND ZENITH WILL ENVY ME!!" She leaped forward, the blade glowing in dark purple smoke, it seemed sparking.

SMACK!! Yona was kicked through a building and a figure landed on one of the rooftops above the battle scene, "show some respect for the welcomed guest!" A voice called from it, Yona leaned out from the hole, though was immediately forced back in after this man threw a fireball right at her. "Why dont you and your posy beat it before it gets worse," he called, unsheathing a blade with glowing orange markings engraving it. Yona hissed, "the hell do you mean?!" She yelled out, the man snickered. "While you left your group undetected, mine went ahead and killed the rest, the ones that were left from this fine gent." He gestured to Raymin. Yonas expression turned into a shocked look, she swooped up and out, staring at the field of demon corpses. "Gh!?" She looked at them. "This will not be the end you all!" She yelled, flying off as quick as she could.

The man smiled proudly and jumped down from the roof, Raymin was ducked down from the fact Yona was about to slam down on his face. "Hey, you can get up now," he formed quite the smile, extending a hand out to the warrior who gladly took it, assisting the lad up to his two legs. The warrior who had forced the demon to run, his brows furrowed from the power he sensed coming off of the blood Raymin carried.. /No way this one can be the one with the hero blood..I totally should of expected it!/ He pondered in his brain, though had to keep cool, he parted his lips to speak.. "From how she ran, she will get a beating from her master, running still has its consequences." The stranger shrugged, turning on the heels of his boots, breathing in the air, then looking at Raymin, though, acting cool seemed far from what he did, really if anything, he believed he sounded more like an ancient monk trying to write a poem. "Oh! Dear..I hardly introduced myself, and I am already rambling..How stupid!" The red head rubbed the top of his head with two hands, his cheeks dusted in a coat of pink. Raymin cocked up one brow, he found amusement from this talented warrior being humiliated by slipping up in how to socialise. "Hey, chill buddy, you just got out of kicking a demon in, you have some reasons," Raymin commented, which caused the other man to get back up in straight posture, whip around and put his hand out. He needed more to sense from him, more to decide whether maybe his senses messed up. "I am Fallen of the town Litengale! I had come to stop the group that Yona carries!" He exclaimed boldly, Raymin chuckled at this, he shook his hand. "Raymin..I do not have a home I station in, I wander." He replied. /He is! He is the one!/ Fallen thought in sheer shock, though did his best to keep a straight face, it did not work very well though. "Are you ok? See a ghost?" Raymin tilted his head, Fallen pulled his hand away. "Oh no! I am just surprised I get to be in the presence of a good warrior!" He blinked. "Oh do not flatter me," Raymin snorted, though his laugh became a soft yawn. "Is there a inn?" Raymin asked, Fallen leaned his body back, "you mean the little sign in front of a building? Then that's it! But I do have a hideout, featuring some more of my friends," he folded his arms, Raymin tapped the bottom of his lip, shrugging and nodding his head. "That'll work!" Raymin lifted up a thumb, Fallen too have a thumbs up, he gestured his head for him to follow and the two lads trotted off.

.....On the structure of a demonic throne, sat a very angry demon lord.. "YOU LET THEM LIVE?" He snapped, leaning forward to Yona who was kneeled, "all due respect my lord...I had no other choice! I would of perished!" She stared up. The lord slammed his fist on the side of his throne, "pathetic." He grunted, "your punishment will be severe for this defeat!" He squinted. "Oh! But sire! I found him..." Yona bowed her head, "I found the one with the hero's blood..." She whispered.. The large demon got silent, putting his hands together. "The hero's blood? In that little measly place? Hm.."
Yona kept her head bowed, her turquoise eyes glancing through her hair. "You are dismissed, though you still will have a punishment for this." He stated, his deep voice rumbling. Staring over one of his broad shoulders, "Kurinai," he said, a much more calm tone.. "You know what you must do..." He whispered.
A soft, sleek and enchanting voice came from behind the throne, "Yes......Lord Zenith.."