Fury

Prologue Live For Me

"Why are we running mother?" A boy asks calmly, his blood red dreads flowing in the air behind him. They are Draemon, and Draemon don't run. That's what was beaten into him for as long as he could remember. Normally Cella would agree with that, but technically they are descendants of demons, and demons have no honor. Especially when an ancient fucking mega demon comes to your doorstep looking for war. Fuck that; they can die without her.

"Listen," She starts, only to keep running and ignore the expecting boy running beside her. The boy sighs when he realizes she won't be answering his question anytime soon.

Cella's pointed ears raise when she hears something rustling in the trees. A bird? No, too loud. It's the whistling that gets her to stop in her tracks. She quickly turns around and grabs the kunai out of the air before throwing it back in a seemingly random direction. There's a slight yelp of pain before a figure wrapped in black robes falls out of the tree, the robes exuding a continuous black mist that dissipates after flowing too far from its source. That's not good...not good for him anyways! Boo yah!

Cella looks away from the fallen figure and finds three more facing her. All of them humans. One female. Two males. Though the female looks to be the toughest fighter in their group. The silver hair and gnarly scar over her eye give off that impression at least. Of course, she had to be hit to get that scar in the first place. Though it's mostly the thick claymore and Elven Oni armor, grey and smoky in color. Just the chest piece is said to be as heavy as a drake's skull. So go the rumors at leasts. She doesn't look like she'd be able to carry that much...

The other two don't look as big of a deal, but they look to calm for them to be pushovers. The golden blond one standing in the middle, leader most likely, wears white robes with gold trims. He holds a longsword with a gem engraved in the pommel, showing on either side and emitting a light that's pale in color, but bright in intensity.

The last one, a redhead pretty boy, is crouching down on top or rock with a cocky smile on his face. He wears Dwarven Centurion armor, gold only in color, and a short sword to go along with it. A green cape flows in the winds behind him theatrically. Cella doesn't like that one. He's dying first.

The leader looks down at the dead body before him and sneers in dissatisfaction. "Useless," He says out loud.

"Well, that's a bit harsh don't you think, Iden?" The redhead pokes at his blond partner.

"You're not supposed to use my real name, Eden," The blond camly critics.

"They're all about to die anyways," Eden confidently pronounces. "Ain't that right, Thorne?" He directs his question to female on the opposite side of Iden. She doesn't respond to his folly. She doesn't even take her eyes off Cella for a second. "Exactly!" The redhead agrees with her silence. "And besides, now all of our names are revealed, so you can't say I'm not being fair." He concludes.

Cella, the entire time, hadn't really been listening to anything they said. She'd been preparing a seal to place on Asura's head. You see, Asura's a stubborn boy. Too stubborn for his own good. If she were to tell him to run, he would stubbornly stand his ground and die with her. If she were to fling him across the forest, he would stubbornly get back up and undo all the distance she just purposely put between them. So, this idiot leaves her with only one choice. "Asura..." The boy in question only grunts in response, never taking his eyes off the silver haired woman staring at his mother. "Look at my hand," She says.

"Hm?" The does so, more out of confusion than respect for his mother's orders, and is entranced by a purple glowing symbol on the palm of his mother's hand. The purple smoke that wisps off it quickly dissipates after the escaping the warmth of her hand. He continues to stare at it bindly, even as she brings her hand back, and smashes it against his forehead.

The boy stares up at the stares with a look of fascination. They're so beautiful...

"Huh," He hears from right in front of him. He pulls his head down and nearly jumps in shock at the sight. Three dangerous looking humans stare at him and... who the fuck is this bitch?! He yanks his hand out of hers and starts backing away them all in a state of absolute terror. "What the fuck?!" He yells out loud.

"Haha...Hahaha! She wiped his memory! Look at that!"

The lost boy ignores the redheaded man makes a run for it, but the back of his collar by the woman behind him. She brings him close and whispers into his ear. "Live for me, Asura." He's frozen in her arms when he sees a single tear run down her cheek. That's funny. It's just that... that really doesn't seem to fit her face at all for some reason.

His thoughts are cut off when the woman rears back with his collar still in hand, and absolutely hurls him so hard that he flies off with his shirt still in her hand and his shoes simply refusing to stay on his feet.

The group of random people vanish in the distance until a powerful pressure against his head followed by a loud crack assure his descent into darkness...