"Sire! Humans have blasted through our defenses!"
"What! How were they able to break it!?"
"I-I don't know, sire, but a great deal of power is emanating from the source of the attack! Holy energy!"
"An angel!?"
This was the last conversation the mighty demon had shared with his guards as a woman decimated all of his army but him. He kneeled before her, clutching the abdomen cut during his fight in defeat.
"How… is this possible?"
He croaked in agony as he strained his head to look up to the sight before him.
The moon shone brightly before her, glowing her body and the fiery red hair that flowed furiously with the wind. Her outfit, compromised of what looked like a corset above what looked a shirt belonging to a pirate, and a pair of slacks. She met the demon's gaze with a barrel of a gun, pointed at the middle of his eyes.
This feeble human, a weak creature incapable of even fighting against the lowliest of demons, has forced him, the great Sparda to his knees. He was at the complete mercy of the red head.
This was unacceptable.
This defied all logic.
Skepticism and fear marked his features, and the redhead took notice of that.
"Even at death, you fail to see it?"
She snarled at the demon.
He had killed many of her kin, burned their homes, and destroy both their pride and dignity. A true monster, was what she thought of him.
She wanted to feel anger, hatred, disgust.
Yet, when she looked at this monster, she can't find the reason she once had, the motive for her to pull the trigger and end the biggest obstacle in their war with the demons.
For through his eyes she saw only emptiness.
'Why can't I kill him?' This thought brought upon distraught, and quickly enough she knew she had to think of another way to dispose of him.
She, cursing underneath her breath, removed the barrel from his forehead. It was only momentarily, as she finally found her alternative.
"Instead of killing you, I've formed a brilliant idea."
Her free hand glowed with intensity, and Sparda found an evil smirk came upon her face as he looked back into it.
"Letting you live an irony of a life is a much more suited punishment for the likes of you!"
"You.. You wench!"
The glowing hand was placed upon Sparda's head, and agony came second. The utter pain that resonated within him slowly made him lose control over his body, and pull his consciousness into the realms of darkness. Before his mind completely succumb to the darkness, however, the despicable woman managed to declare:
"However, if you still find yourself foolish enough to try and best me again in battle, search for me, and I will not resist your challenge."
It was then, that Sparda finally lost consciousness, and the sealing begun.
The sun cooked his pale skin, and slowly he awakened being burnt by the heat. White long, locks of hair fall infront of his face, and he suddenly realized what he had become. He looked at his half naked body- and confirmed his suspicions.
"I've.."
Even the simple thought of it unnerved him.
"Become.."
But now, the scenario that would be found in nightmares, became truly real.
"Human!?"
