Prolog

"My dear Daughter,

Please forgive me for not keeping my promis of teaching you my art of magic but I hope I can compensate with this.

My journal, I've written almost everything that I know about magic and alchemy but I must warn you. If you wish to learn by yourn own, remember magic is not always stable, keep your focus and never forget your purpose of your path.

Yours with much love,

Mother"

She read it over on the first page of a small, old leather notebook, everysince her mother "left" she always read this part of her journal through. She even lost count of it but it didn't matter to her, the only thing that counted was the feeling that she was able to belive in her and now, after her father's death all the strains that kept her from fully follow her mother's steps have crumbled. All but one, the world around her was the final challenge that stood in her way to use this art.

In the past she wouldn't even dream about such ambition but now she felt she can do it. Especially with the ties she made. Being in love with a demon has many advantages when someone wants to know about magics. It was the first time she experienced this burning but joyous feeling and she never wanted to let go of it.

However the world around her was changing, great storms propheting war is coming. Old and new enemies will rise but also many new allies will stand along side of her. Because of this demon lover of her's Hyuga Hinata has got the chance of an real adventure, that will sure change her life inside and out.


(Obsidian Ridge, North from the city of Sket)

The black vulcanic stona was completely cowered with clean hoary snow, the weather up in these parts of them mountain ridges were far from convinient. A massive snow storm has just hit the passing troops of a distinct land and also from a distinct dimension.

The troops at the front were regular humans, their crimson armore was now a mixture of white, red and brass on the edges of them armore. They were lucky that their helmets had faceplates so that the icy snow couldn't tear their skin. Behind them were more soldiers but they weren't human but humanoid, mostly consisted of orcs, dwarves and demons. The latter was the far most outstanding since someone who have never seen a demon before would think that they are nothing but bloodthirty beast of basic desires and needs.

They are all wrong, true that there are kinds that are nothing less then animals but most of them look as human as normal humans do but still keeping their features. Some has hooves instead of feet, and some had horns and other racial features. Even the most humanoid demon has one physical trait that made it look like a demon, more precisely a common demon.

In the middle of the line of this long march, a giant warmachine was at a stand still. The layers of were made out of steel and same with the frame. It had three pairs of wheels made out of hardened alloys of iron and another ore that made it black. To increase its grip on the darks and icy mountain back, blunt spikes were welded on them. It towered over that part of the army and on top of it you could see that several other machines of war like this were behind. These monstrous machines had only one thing in common, besides their schematicts; they all carried the sign of The Emperor on them, painted on their front.

Inside this massive mechinary was a seat more like of a smaller throne, the one sitting on it was deep inside his thoughts. His was wearing armore like the others but it was dark grey and on top of that an open brown trenchcoat, which seemed battered. His helmet was resting beside of him on a small stall and the small windows of this "mobile fort" provided just enough light to see. The chamber was small compared to a cosy room but I was enough to hold meetings for the officers who were less in numbers then their men.

The door to his chamber opened up with a qiuet sqeak of metal, he raised his head towards the sound and gave a fiery glare at the woman who entered.

She was enchantingly beautifull, for a man to see her it was inhuman; all her womanly features were perfect and more. Men could have killed for her eyes and even the most beautifull women who were blessed with godess like beauty fallen behind her curvy body. But however all this sounds too good to be true.

Indeed that she possesed these traits but definatly she wasn't human, both her heart and soul was now demon and it showed on her as well. Along with her wavy silver grey hair, two obviously visible horns were on the side of her head pointing back above her ears. Her skin was like the ash, lifelessly grey but warm that could blaze again if it is steared up. And the white of her marvelous eyes were black like the obsidian and the pupils were gold which glowed in the dim light.

Her clothing was clearly not for this weather, outside a snowstorm was blazing but this demon wore nothing but a bra that clunged to her body with a few straps and a long loincloth. The only clothing that cowered her form the cold was a long and baggy crimson red cloak. But she casually walked around in the cold snow and the freezing metal bare feet. As she approached him a lustfull smile appeared on her face and she sat in his lap.

- Don't you have better things to do? – He asked looking out of the hatches.

- No, at least not now, are you cold? Because I am – she smirked – let's warm each other up. – She snuggled closer to him.

- Quit your shenanigans, I'm not in the mood… tell me – he got up shaking her off – what can you see?

- A lot… lots of lots of things – she leaped back a bit joyfully and walked around him casually. – Your friend has set things up. Also… - she stopped and stared into the void – my, my.

- What?

- Blood, - she laughed up a bit – blood, a blood of a demon, yes it is blood of a demon. – She gasped out lustfully after the last part.

- Whose, mine or Kamoto's?

- Neither of yours – she hugged him tightly – luckly it isn't yours.

- Then?

- I don't know… - she giggled

- What else is there?

- Poor thing… banished from Heavens… sad.

- Who?

- I don't know her but – she let him go and stared into his eyes deeply. – She looks good, let's kill her! – She jumped in joy.

- No, not until I see if she is worht killing. – he pealed her arms off his neck and walked outside of the wagon to a platform.

Before him the passage lied open to him and his amry, the storm will soon and this elite warmachine will advance again. Victory was already theirs; he could taste it and was sure they will pay for the past twenty years.

Third hand commander of the Warlord, supreme class demon lord, Ryu.


(Somewhere in an unknown marshland)

Fetid swamp water filled the small craters after a fierc battle happened not long ago. The swamp started to take in the bodies of fallen templars and their captain. Their armores were corroded by acid and got shreaded into pieces like something used a massive canopener on them.

Not far from the battlefield a man around his late fifties was sitting on rock that emerged from the only clean pond of the marshland. He was staring up at the sky and was wondering who did they found him in the first place but the answer was pretty obvious. He enjoyed the company of woman too much and it seemed that not only their body but their knowledge can also be purchased with money.

A small toad swam closer to his resting place, then jumped on a lilypad and started to croak in question.

- Templars from the Order, don't worry they didn't find out anything.

The toad croaked again in answer.

- Yes, I know tell him to not worry, I'll leave once I streched out a bit, it is either I'm getting too old for combat or these guys are getting better.

The toad croaked angrily.

- Ahh… fine, I guess I have to leave now, by the way. What about the front?

The toad croaked then saw a dragonfly passing by and sanched it with his tongue and ate it.

- Please, concentrate.

The toad continued croaking but then it stopped.

- Hey… and the last part?

It didn't croak again and quickly jumped into the water and swam away like crazy.

- What got into him? – He wondered then he heard a loud buzzing like an entire bee or wasp colony was heading his way. He looked up but it wasn't a swarm of bugs but one, but it was a size of a house.

- By the… - he couldn't finish it since the giant mantis like wasp crashed into the rock where he was sitting before.

The creature got up and it was looking for the oldman with his many eyes, suddenly something sharp hit the back of its head. The creature tilted its head backwards and was trying to get whatever stuck into him out. It flew up into the air creating that loud buzzing sound again and was doing several backflips and barrel rolls in the air.

- Good, my tag has worked out. – said the oldman hiding behind the thick roots of a giant mangroove tree. He murmured an enchantment and spitted somekind of sticky liquid on the bug monster when it flew a bit lower.

The creature quickly droped down since its wings got stuck together and was now strugling to get out like a fly in a flytrap.

- I would hold still if I were you, that tag is enchanted by fire magic and the goo that is now on you is flamable enough to burn you to death. – He stepped out from his hiding place. – Now, if you would be so kind, transform to a more etiquet form so we can talk in peace.

The monster stopped and did as he said; the monster turned out to be a demon in reality and slowly shifted to a much more human form. When he was done he got to his knees and panted, his back was hurting because the tag was still in him and the liquid now coverd his whole body.

- That's more like it, so what is you name son, or do you have a name?

- My orders are clear, I'm here to seek you out.

- Yeah, yeah but your name?

- Not important, my master wanted to know if you are available.

- And by that you mean, trying to kill me.

- Had to be sure that I found the right person.

- Sure but you could have just asked, so what's the big deal?

- Your pupil, or former pupil.

- You are late son, he is…

- We know… dead, but we want you to help.

- Sorry, I don't work with you folks, too much trouble and I have enough already.

- No, his son.

- What?

- My master wishes to grant him his legacy left over by your former pupil named Minato. He is now in the age of receiving it and I was tasked to find you so you can hand it over.

- Kid… hmph; I guess I have no plce to argue right. – He turned backwards. – Long time no see.

A man came out among the trees. – Certainly didn't, how's life on your end, Jiraiya?

- Kamoto. – He bowed his head a bit.


Sorry for grammar or spelling mistakes.

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OCs are my own creation.