Cote: Parallel World

Prologue

It was a fearful sight.

Two armies, fully armed.

Bloodlust, and intention of destroying each other could be seen clearly on their faces.

There was no sign of stopping.

It was a battle between the two most dominant forces in the world, demons and angels.

At first, the demons seemed to have the upper hand. However, quickly enough, the tides of the battle had turned towards the angels. The advantage was on their hand and they were getting closer to victory as every second passed.

Suddenly a chill went down the spine of everyone on the battlefield and both sides were completely paralyzed by the new entry.

What was it? It could not be seen anywhere.

All eyes turned to the whereabouts of the presence; a figure was standing in front of the moon.

Illuminated by the moonlight, brown hair, which matches its eyes, could vaguely be seen.

The figure was not making any move; rather it seems that it was disinterested in the battle.

Seemingly ignorant of what was happening, one of the angels screamed "What are you all waiting for?? It's just one more enemy! Exterminate them at will!" The angels, however, were unwilling but nonetheless, they obeyed the command and rushed toward the figure.

The figure still however, gave no sign of interest, and turned its back watching the moon. Yet, the demons were still not moving; it seemed that the new entry had completely shaken them.

The angels, using this to their advantage, tried to attack the figure yet suddenly, they were pinned to the ground. There wasn't any magic casted, it seemed like its presence alone put an unbearable pressure on the soldiers.

The entity had left its place and walked towards them. The demons, that were until this moment not moving suddenly fell on their knees and bowed to the figure.

However the entity paid no attention to them and made his way to the fallen angels. As he stood near them, it seemed like he was ignorant of his surroundings, like for him this was nothing more than a mere avocation.

Out of the blue, a voice, completely devoid of emotions, so cold that it sent shivers down the spine mumbled: "You all bore me. Die."

All but one angel fell to ground, dead. Somehow unlike others he was able to resist the command; he was the very one who had previously ordered the angels to attack. The figure raised his eyes a bit and moved towards the last angel while keeping his gaze on him but not showing any sign of interest.

As he reached him he bent down reaching for the angel, pulled him up and examined him closely. The angel, unable to move, was trembling in fear.

"It can't... be, there is one... demon, which we were ordered... to avoid at all costs..."

"The son... of demon king Aya..."

Before the angel could utter his last words, he was cut in half. And as the demons started to make their way back, the figure didn't move, stared at the moon.

"The moon sure looks beautiful today..."