Ok so firstly go easy on me as this is my first story but after watching the Gash Bell anime and reading the manga I got some ideas on how I wanted to develop the characters Zeon and Gash as I liked Zeon's character a lot and felt that I could expand on it or take it in some other directions.
I decided to use a lot of the japanese pronunciations for the spells and characters, and in a rare few places the english styled for convenience like in the case of Dufort, as it made it easier to pronounce and spell.
Silence broken by the sharp clap of footsteps echoed down the long corridor, The rhythmic beat akin to a soldier off to war, the gloomy shadows projected flicker to the pace of the flame littering the ancient walls of this lonely corridor.
The aura of rage and hate emanating from the small boy was enough to send the average person into despair, the cold purple eyes that strike fear into heart of man portraying unfathomable strength. The relentless pace continuing without much attention given to the surroundings as the silver hair blew with the slight wind from the two great doors the boy now stood in front of.
The guards stood on either side of the great palace doors, entrusted with guarding the castle and those that rise within, unblinking and unmovable, the legendary palace guards.
These unflinching guards in the face of the cold, winter wind that was beginning to pick up it's pace, reacted to the gale force of the great palace doors swinging outwards at an incredible rate, by slowly sidestepping the door to avoid getting hit. The slight metallic shift of helmets as the guards surveyed who was exiting from the great hall was the only noticeable movement made by these two guards as they were frozen in place by the demonic aura emanating from the small boy, time slowed down as the heartbeat of the two guards increased rapidly.
A warm breeze woke the captain from his petrification which came from the boy gliding past the two guards without so much as a falter, the captain finally regained the use of his jaw and an almost inaudible
"My p-prince... Where are you going at this hour?".
Those were the last words to be heard apart from the blood curdling scream that was cut through the silence as without missing a beat the small boy's lips rose ever so slightly into a smirk, baring his fang like teeth as he whispered the spell.
"zakeru".
A white light was all the captain ever saw as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head, lurching forward without moving a muscle. The other guard never moved after peering into those purple eyes as the boy turned his head to the remaining guard, eyes threatening immediate death to those who defied him.
Trash. The only thought of the boy as he continued down the stone path into the night as silence once again resumed..
A/N Still a work in progress and this chapter won't end here, I am going to be constantly making updates to it until I feel it makes a good first chapter, Any constructive criticism is very welcome as I am still trying to work out how I want to write this and so any thought would be appreciated