The War Between All

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the War

On a warm summers day in Helzaef, there was a feud between the the mages of Grimaue and the warlocks of Helaon. Of the two there was the kids, Kerates, son of Grimaue and a young acolyte of wizardry and Leaos, daughter of Helaon. Over the years have their practices improved them over all. As Kerates practices, a voice, low and warm floats by his ears. "Young child, you must use your ability to slaughter your kind, for your growth is impeded by them." Said the feminine voice, it's tone soft and loving as to get him.

"Huh? Who said that!" The boy shouted in slight annoyance, confused at where it came from. Then he saw a white dressed lady approach him. He walks back in fear as the others in the room seem to not see her. The figure had the look of his mother. "M-mother?" He said, confused further more, as he knows his mother has been dead for five years.

"Do not worry my son, I want you to kill, kill for my vengeance. Please" The devil in Sheppard's clothing said, posing as his mother. He blindly nodded and agreed "y-yes mother, if it will bring about peace within you, then so be it." The thing nods and fades to nothingness and he looks around.

The young boy then took off to find a better trainer. He aimlessly walks around and he came across a lonely mage, an old white man who seems to be in his sixties. The boy yelled at him "Hey! Are you a grand mage?!" The old man stops walking and he turns to him, silently nodding to him. The old man had claw mark scars running down his left eye, cataracts only blinded that same clawed eye.

"Yes, I am, what do you need." The man said, his voice rough and deep. The boy ran up to him and he stood firmly in front of him. "I need some magic help, my mom wants me to do something to help her." The old man fakes a surprised look "oh? What does she want to do that involves magic?" The boy quickly retorted with "Well she want me to kill to free her or something of the sorts."

The man goes wide eyed and in exclamation he said "You are asking me to help you commit murder?!" The boy nodded and he looks at him with his amber irises glimmering from the sun. "Well..-" Before he could finish his sentence the same voice flows by his ear "Tell him that you are gonna kill only the bad." He mouths "yes" and the old man looks at him confused.

"Well?! Well what!" The boy shook his head and resumes his thought. "Oh! Sorry sir, I was gonna say I was asked to kill only the bad guys." The man looks on in contempt. Then after consideration he said "fine, but if I find out that you killed innocents, I will take it as a personal insult and I will hunt you down, got it?" The boy nods and gulps nervously "come, we gotta get to my chambers." The man walks to a large tower and the boy follows, intimidated by the tall tower.