The Aloof Purple Flame

Damien Seoreh

The Flame Anthology

Written by

Giovanni Alberto Marin

(This is written thanks to the help of Angelica Oseguera my inspiration and my heart, Jose Grajeda my best friend and my conscious from time to time, To Rodrigo Mendez his insanity always came up with great adventures and great ideas, Mr. Haymore for giving me the motivation and the help I needed to start this novel . . . Story . . . Fantasy . . . Whatever this maybe, and to Rebecca Montgomery one of the main people that helped may she find happiness without me, And the many more that always helped me you know who you are)

The Night

The night has reached its total darkness and only its stars and moon are out to illuminate the sky. The dark clouds where gloomed around and were blocking most of the stars light though. A man looked up at the sky for a few moments and closed his eyes. He would stand six feet two inches tall, having long spiky black hair with the front of his hair spiked downwards to his eyes, brown reddish eyes and would be wearing a long leather coat with a picture of a wolf inside a crescent moon on the back, a black sleeveless shirt with blue jeans with a red belt loosely tide belt around his knees, in his left hand he wore a chain wrapped around his fingers and wrist and on the right he wore a leather glove. His name was Damien Seoreh. Damien was a twenty one year old with an abnormality, but that will be explained later as the story progresses. He was a person that usually lived in solitude until recently he had found a girl he could bond with. Kinna Kana. He had married her in his young age. At first it seemed they could be together but now she was gone from his life. She had left Damien with no trace of where she had left. Damien never understood why she left. He gave everything he had but the last he remembered from Kinna were her tears and lies.

Damien picked up his case and began walking away from his home. The home he had shared with Kinna for about a year. As he walked, he looked back up to the sky and saw what he thought were clouds forming together a moon and a rose bonding together making a crescent rose. He looked down to the road rather annoyed and sad feeling. This mixed feeling has now been around everyday now. He looked down seeing them bond closer together then dissipating away into nothing. The wind blew harder making his hair seem wavy. "Is this really a sign?"He thought. "Why is it that everything just points in that direction? Can't I escape this? Does my opinion even matter anymore?" He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. The feel of the leather gloves felt really good in his hands. As a wind kicked up, his long leather coat fluttered wildly with it. The night looked so peaceful as though nothing wrong could ever happen. But to Damien, his heart was torn to pieces by the one he cared and loved so much. He was still stuck thinking of the day she went away. Kinna was everything to him and she left him they way she had found him. He was alone, bitter, and cold.

The wind blew again blowing his coat upwards along with the wind. The coat would rise slightly above him as though the coat was floating. His long black hair flickered across his face as well. He opened his eyes and looked at the scenery before him. His home was very scenic and beautiful, in a way to which many people may think was perfect. The many that would think this would be wrong. Appearances are always deceiving. The home had suffered a lot of damage mentally and physically. There was a large garden in which he always spent time with Kinna. There were trees, flowers, rock gardens, and streams that filled the garden. All in all it was beautiful to anyone's eyes. He decided to look at this old place one more time placing his case down. He shoved his hands onto his coats pockets. Looking at a direction of chirping he saw two birds flying by and went going into a tree. He picked up his case readying to leave. Inside the case contained his Rickenbacker bass. The wind picked up again and crackled the grass around him it seemed as the wind was encircling him almost. A rose pedal then landed in front of him.

Damien sighed as he thought, "Destiny why is it you taunt me so? If she left me what can I do? She must live her own life and if it's not with me . . . why should I hold her down?"He began to walk down the road and heard a small crack of a leaf behind him. He decided to pass it off as nothing. A few more steps passed and loud steps followed a laugh. Whoever it was made sure that Damien could hear him and made no intentions to hide. Damien closed his eyes. He really didn't want this to happen right now. With the laugh now growing smaller as though the person was expecting something else, the person spoke loud and clear towards Damien, "You're a joke! You know that?"

"That voice . . . Aden"Damien turned around and he saw his rival Aden Ribbon. He is a man standing at six feet tall having jet-black hair, brown eyes, and wearing a white sports jacket with black steaks on the sleeves, black shirt with blue jeans. Aden had a huge grin on his face as though he was responsible for all of Damien's suffering. "What do you want Aden?" Damien asked brushing his hair away with his free hand, he sounded quite annoyed. "So she left you" Aden said interrupting Damien. "So what now you're just going to mope around and you're not even going to try to get her back?" Aden took a few steps closer to Damien and smirked feeling very confident against Damien. Why wouldn't he? He knew Damien was not going to be in the best modes or time to fight. Again, another person that was wrong. Damien grunted closing his eyes for a moment trying to keep his cool against Aden. "It's none of your business so buzz off!" Damien then turned around quickly to leave but Aden determined to figure him out, reached out and grabbed Damien's shoulder and turned him sharply.

"Listen to me Seoreh!" Aden exclaimed, but Damien had enough and was already launching a punch towards Aden's face. Aden immediately ducked getting onto his hands palms attempting a floor sweep at Damien. Jumping up, Damien punched downwards towards Aden's face. Aden then blocked with his elbow making a grasp in between blows and was now preventing any type of movement. "Listen to me! It's not what you think about her! It's has to be something worse than what you think!" Aden shouted.

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!" Damien shouted jumping back breaking the hold and with that, he summoned a tinted purple flame his family ancestors were able to manipulate and control due to the blood pact they had made with a Demon many years ago. In order to gain more power, Damien's ancestors made the deal to be like the demon himself, Shinrougi. This demon was believed to be a creation of Ares himself, the God of War. This though came with a high cost to them all. The demons blood in them caused them to die young. The fire given to them is tinted purple and every time it is used the wielder must be blood related to the ancestors of the Seoreh or it would damage the user, even so the user still felt a burn every now and then. This fire can be manipulated to do anything even turn physical, but only for a limited time, and when close to any natural fire will heal a Seoreh fire user. He completely ignited his right arm and forced Aden to dash backwards.

"Don't make me Seoreh I'm only trying to help . . ." Damien in a blind fury ran growled and punched towards Aden and made a wall of purple fire burn towards Aden. Aden was forced to summon his own fire to counter and block Damien's fire. His fire would be close that of Damien's ancestry but his was pure due to the fact that his family lived to destroy and protect people from the Ares Demon and any of those who had made a blood pact with the demon. Aden's fire had no after burn effect when used or cut their life span. Aden stood firmly as his arm caught ablaze as well; his arms fire would be a crimson red. "I know her! She wouldn't leave to make you miserable! She must have left because she had no other choice, just like I have no choice but to take you down!" Aden's smile had faded and dashed towards Damien. Growling Damien charged at Aden as well. Damien slammed his arm downwards towards Aden. The move was filled with so much anger it was predictable and easily blocked with Aden's elbow. Damien tried to kick Aden's' stomach. Again, easily predicted and blocked but the kick was too strong to block completely. Aden pushed Damien with his shoulder making room between each other.

They looked at each other and glared deeply. They both then raised their flame to maximum. They were now completely consumed by their fire. They dashed towards each other and collided together and a giant explosion occurred. They both stared hard onto each other's eyes. When the two flames collided it would create so much impact and force that it threw the two far from each other. A second before they flew apart Damien could see Aden. Aden was smiling sadly as he would mouth the words "I lost . . . Goodbye for now". Damien was face up on the floor knocked out and miles away from where he last stood. Thunder clashed and rain started to pour not long after.

The rain would be pounding on Damien's face. He could hear the raindrops landing next to him but sounded muffled as though they were being blocked by something. Damien moved his fingers and toes to see if they were all still intact. The water felt good in his skin but horrible at the same time due to the impact earlier on. He opened his eyes to see what was going on. Darkness and rain was all he could see. "Aught, was that a dream?" Damien thought. He sat up; looking around he didn't know where he was for a second. He felt a small pain and he would touch his stomach. He growled in pain. "Pain in the stomach says no. Lousy Aden, couldn't leave me be could he?" He got up slowly and held his rib cage. He felt a burning sensation all over him. "Teh, now I have to walk with this pain all day" He looked around for his bass case. "Don't tell me I lost it" He walked around for a while. Damien was looking everywhere for his bass. The rain started pouring harder onto him. His hair now covered his face but Damien didn't mind, he never cared for grooming. He walked for about a mile and growled every step of the way. He got to a tree and placed his head on it. Stomping his foot on the ground he ignited his hand. "Damn you ADEN!" He roared and used his fire to blast the field but was weakened due to the rain. He watched the fire roar on the grass as though it was immune to the water in which it was. He watched it slowly fade away and continued to hat seemed his endless walk. He stopped after a while, looking up to the sky. He sighed looking at his ignited hand. He closed his eyes and made his fire go away. Looking up he began to think again. "Why is it everything I care for always goes away?" Then fixing his coat he began walked away slowly.