Chapter 1

Nothing but the incessant humming of machinery was audible in the factory of the newly built infamous Nightmare Enterprises headquarters. Outside, the last of the soft evening light was fading away from the expansive black sky.

Inside, in the living quarters of Nightmare himself to be exact, Nightmare was making a demon that he thought would wipe out the last of his enemies, the Star Warriors.

Little did he know that the demon would become a Star Warrior herself.

Yes, the demon would be a her.

The demon was supposed to be a sort of evil clone of one of the more powerful Star Warriors, but (as you probably already guessed), her heart would be pure.

When Nightmare was almost finished with her, one of his demons came running into the room.

"Lord Nightmare! One of the new WolfWraths' has escaped the demon holding area and has set part of the building on fire!" said the demon, with a somewhat scared look in its eyes.

"What?! How could this happen?" asked Nightmare in his harsh voice.

"They seem to be growing too strong for the fire-resistant doors!"

"Well, enchant the doors then!"

The demon never did respond. Not right away, at least. It was too busy staring at the she-demon who was not yet alive. "It… resembles… him…"

"I know… But I believe that once I put a soul in her, she will have the savage heart of a true demon… Like the one I cloned her after should've been…"

"Is she going to have wings?"

"Yes, all the strongest demons do."

"Are you sure this won't be a grave mistake like last time?"

Nightmare sighed. "…hopefully…"

"Sir…"

"Don't worry, I'm quite positive that this will end like… last time."

"Well, good!" the present demon said, as they commenced evilly laughing. While they were, the she-demon randomly awoke for the first time. It took a moment for her vision to clear, and even then she didn't know what she was looking up at. But she did what any young Star Warrior (or Star- Warrior-to-be, she didn't know if Nightmare was really evil or if it was her childish fear. She had a right to feel that way, she was a child, after all. A mature child, but still a child.) would do.

Run.

(Author's Note: LOL how was that? I know it was short, but pretty good, right? Oh, yeah what I meant by "mature child" is a kid that's 11 or 12. So yeah!)