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The FireDevil Chronicles:

Book One:

The Beginning

By: DarknessAngel2010

Prologue:

Kage

You know, getting shot at, it's not fun, and yet it seems to happen to me way to much for my liking.

My name is Kage. I don't have a last name, because I don't know who or where my parents are. The only clues I have about my past are my mother's journal, my father's book of techniques, and my parent's weapons. And from what I've found I'm not sure if they're even alive.

My parents were very secretive, they left know names or any identification of who they were anywhere on any of their possessions. So I got nothing to go by, and that really sucks.

Not that names or blood matter where I came from. The only thing that mattered there was strength. Where I came from the weak fall, in my fathers training notes I once read in the margin something he must have been thinking at that time, and it was addressed to me. He wrote, "If you're too weak to help yourself you deserve to fall, it's a kill or be killed world out there, so you better be prepared for it my son."

When I read that it feels as though he's speaking to me face to face, like he's right next to me, close enough to touch, but he isn't. But that isn't what this story is about. Now back to getting shot at.

Like I said it's absolutely sucks, but it just keeps happening to me, I'm like a bullet magnet. I'm sixteen, well technically I'm going to be seventeen in two days, and I've already cheated death more times than I can count! I'm about 5'9" without my hair, which is an extremely dark navy, almost black, sticks up everywhere and is really messy, totally natural I might add, except my bangs, which hang in my face, and are a slate gray. My eyes are a dark crimson red; I've been told that they are so intense that they look as though they could pierce through to a person's soul. My clothing consists of black, navy and other dark colors, they're all comfortable, but not to baggy, because in my line of work, stealth is everything.

What is my line of work, you ask. I'm proud to say I'm paid to do variety of things; I live in the Jacobson Manor for Young Promising Minds with others like, well similar to me, that is owned by a man named Professor Eliot Jacobson, he teaches us and gives us a place to call home.

Our skills are used for various things, from search and rescue to assassination missions. I've lived there for 12 years; in a way they saved me. They saved me from a lifetime of loneliness and they saved me from myself.

In fact, my story starts after I had just finished a mission and was on my way… well, home, if you will.

Preview of next chapter:

Chapter one:

The Manor

My story begins with me walking home through the forest that surrounds the manors grounds. Like any good story it's around midnight and there's a full moon shinning through the treetops, giving it that spooky horror movie affect.

From my mother's diary and my father's notes, I know what I am even if I don't know who. Now I know you probably wont believe me, and I cant say that I care all that much, so I am going to flat out tell you the truth no strings attached. Don't worry I'm going to say it slow for the narrow minded out there.

I. Am. A. Demon.

Yeah, yeah I know, demons are supposed to be evil rotten scum from the underworld, but I'm not lying. I hate to break it to you, but some demons do live on earth, but not necessarily on the same plain as humans. Don't get me wrong a lot do, but not all.

Thank you my beloved readers!!! Tell me if it sucks ok! but be nice ok!