Armani Phantomblade: Old Gods

Prologue

The portal cracked open, the three piling through, crashing to the ground with a thud. Armani raised his head slowly, a crack on above his left eye, the sound had become muffled but the unmistakable booms of gun fire rang through the air, muffled slightly by the impact. Daruma-San slowly rose behind him, clutching his head. An explosion erupted in front of them, dirt crashing down like rain, bullets, flew past them, flying faster than rain, and striking their victims harder than a storm. The sounds of screams grew louder, as the trio began to slowly adjust from their fall. They looked at the sky to see it was an ashen grey, with the air carrying death with it, Armani got to his knees, before snapping back down, dragging the other two with him, as a large object flew towards them, exploding behind them, Daruma-San's face dropped to a look of horror, mixed with fear, as he saw the warzone they had been dropped in, Armani flung his hand up, engulfing them in a large bubble of fire, shielding them from the barrage of bullets, muffling the sound of the conflict around them.

"Where are we right now," Daruma-San coughed, ash falling around them.

"Ortaku village I think, but, and I hope to Hell I'm wrong, we're in the midst of the great war." Armani choked.

"How did the great war end?" Daruma-san asked, clutching his head in pain.

"Nobody actually knows, it's believed we had a truce with humanity, but we don't know, I guess we'll find out." Armani sighed.

Voices grew louder on the outside, one of the voices was familiar, too familiar, a loud roar above them shot through the bubble, bombing squadrons maybe, or worse, Titan demons. The sound of fighting dropped, before silence began to fill the air. Armani took the risk to drop the bubble to see Baruzki, looking older slightly along side the Dark Lord.

"You two? What in the name of-" Armani began.

"we don't have to time for that, the war is taking a turn for the worst and it's a good thing you're here, although I thought I sent you further forward, unless..." The Dark Lord interrupted.

Armani realised their destinies must be linked, for the search of the Old Gods' tombs. He knew of one being in the Tomb of Pethaménos, an onyx, but nobody knew where the other tombs were buried, nobody except one person, Armani, Reaper and Daruma-San followed the two back to the demon encampment, hoping for a debriefing on the current situation, as the walked back Armani looked around for the source of the roar to see two titan demons, one of which was just teeth and muscle. Demons of every type were there, Armani's gaze was drawn to one in particular, he looked more human than demon, with black and purple hair, wearing a purple suit with a purple rose on, a black bowtie, and a walking cane with a dragon head, encrusted with Amethysts and Onyx, he had a sword drawn, with a dragon head, and a deep purple blade that glinted slightly in the sunlight. He wore a small monocle with purple glass, that covered his left eye, connecting to his suit lapel, by a chain link he had deep purple eyes and wore black shoes on his feet that were barely covered by his trousers. The demon looked at Armani with a stare that could only be described as distrust. Armani looked back to The Dark Lord,  following him into a nearby tent, ready for debriefing.