Title: Vortex of Fire: A Dragon's Breath

Genre: Adventure

Warning: Uhm... a bit of violence. Limbs are kinda flying all around.

Disclaimer: KKM is not mine the last time I check (too bad)

Summary: A continuation of the Vortex of fire. Wolfram will now travel and take his journey back to the Bielifield lands and discover the secrets of the family as well as his past and future.

Pairing: hmm.. Yuuram? or is Wolfram starting to be a a career oriented?

Ever wonder where Mazoku magic originated? How one can gain magic? On the usual basis a Mazoku is born with their own elements lying dormant within their bodies. So the only thing left to do is hone that skill and you have your power. Although legend has it that there are ways on amplifying one's magic but it is of dangerous nature. The lust of greater power may result in one's death.

The process may be called being reborn. According to a mystic a prophecy that is written on a stone tablet says the secrets on how to achieve such tremendous power. The practice originated in the ancient time, blood was spilled and countless lives were sacrificed for it. Thus during Shinou's reign, it was banned due to the imbalance or power it provides to anyone strong enough to attempt the spell of renewal. It is written in that catastrophic tablet that one may be reborn 5 times and after as such, they may be equal to that of the power equivalent to Shinou and Soushou combined. A being with a big soul and humungous heart is the only one who can fulfil the 5 repetitions of being reborn. The tablet foretells that such a being will emerge after a millennium in Mazoku's time while a Half a Millenium on Human calendar. Or so, the prophecy claims.

Although there is still a catch, the stone tablets wherein the supposedly way on how to obtain such a power has been lost for centuries. The last it was seen was from one of the human territory. It caused a lot of war and bloodshed. Another hurdle that will face anyone willing to take up such arduous task is to find the key to unlock the prophecy written on the stone tablet. Because it is said in the legend, that it was sealed by a terrific power to avoid it falling into the wrong hands. It is rumoured that whoever is the being spoken by the known lines of the prophecy (please refer to vortex of fire: stone tablet chapter 7) will be able to break and seal and perform the ritual of renewal.

-Kyou Kara Maou-

"I'm ready whenever you are mother" Wolfram emerged on the balcony door leading to the table where his mother was longing.

"Darling! I thought the Maou banned from ever stepping out of your room?" Lady Celi was a bit shocked seeing his son out of his room.

"Oh that! Don't worry about it. The wimp is just sulking because I did not obey him. Let's go mother. You've prepared the carriage right?" Wolfram was already leaving and going straight to the balcony's door.

"Darling!" Lady Celi turned serious all of a sudden.

Wolfram turned to look and saw the 26th Maou right in front of his eyes. She was the stunning woman who led the country, although behind the authoritative aura, sadness lies in her eyes. He immediately averted his gaze back to the balcony door. He preferred looking at it than the depths of his mother's sorrowful eyes.

"What is it mother, we have to leave now to get to Bielifield lands before the dawn." Wolfram nonchalantly replied, but deep down he was feeling the chills of his mothers sorrow.

"Darling, I'm sorry. I know I'm the reason for you disobeying the Maou. But I would just like you to settle everything first at Bielified lands before anything else happens"

"I understand mother. No need for sporting such a serious face. I think it really is time for me to settle things over that rotten place". Wolfram looked at the oranging sky with a thoughtful look.

'Yeah, I have to make them see, the power that lies deep within me. I just feel that there is something more brewing in me. I feel as though there are a lot more secrets waiting to be uncovered.' He thought with a wistful smile.

Lady Celi watched her son dumfounded. She can see his thoughtful look. She was a bit startled when his son looked at her with a smile and said "And anyway, these past few days, there had been some kind of pull at me. I can't actually explain it. It's some kind of force that makes me want to go to the rotten place. As if, something's calling for me. Hehehe. I'm sorry mother, I feel like I'm being weird. But that is I really feel." Wolfram grinned at his mother.

"I guess you wouldn't understand what I mean. Hehehe"

As if realization dawned on Lady Celi, she smiled at her son and said "No! I actually know how you absolutely feel! It's just like in my free love journey. Wherever there's a pull, I go there and usually my instincts are right! The most handsome and richest of men are there! I'm so happy! KYA!~ KYA!" Lady Celi was swishing her assets all around making her son sweat dropped.

"Mother! Stop fooling around!" Wolfram slapped his hand on his face to hide his embarrassment.

Lady Celi twirled her way to her son and hugged him while pulling his face to her bosom.

"Mower wai wen bwith! We gow!" Wolfram was struggling from his mother's grasp. But Lady Celi voluntarily let go of him and looked at his son straight in the eyes and said in a wistful tone.

"Whatever circumstances you may face darling, always remember that believe in your instincts and follow what your consciousness is telling you, okay wolfie cub? " Lady Celi was serious for about a second and started cuddling his third son with all her might.

"ARRGH! Mother! Stop it! Someone might see!" Wolfram primarily stared wide-eyed and innocently at his mother then started to struggle he was being cuddled tightly by his mother.

-Kyou kara Maou –

"Everyone! Charge!" Arthurion David von Bielifield commanded the army with such authority that even Anthony Mark turned to look. Arthurion was just, amazing! He exudes such a light that will command your whole attention.

Anthony Mark was just shaking of envy. How on earth can a shrimp of a punk have that power to command an army!

'He even looks like his stupid half brother! He's so girly! How can someone respect that girly of a boy? This is just outrageous! ' Anthony Mark was forcefully grinding his teeth.

"Dearest cousin! What are you staring at, at a time like this? Are you really that amazed? We are at war here! You'll get killed if you turn your eyes away from your enemies! " Arthurion smirked and spoke with immense mockery.

"Is that rhetoric?" Anthony Mark's spoke through clenched teeth that were trembling with anger.

"Oh cousin! Of course not! I'm just giving you my honest opinion! How could you think I would EVER think that? I'm just worried for your sake!" Arthurion turned his back on Anthony Mark and indignantly walked away and started to join the fight.

"You twerp. So that's how you wanna play it huh? Okay. I'll play along. And I WILL make sure you're the first one to break." An evil smirk played along Anthony Mark's lips as he slowly walks and join the fight. He unsheathed his sword and mercilessly killed anyone who got in his way without batting an eyelash. For those enemies he cannot reach, he used his wind maryoku to shred their body to pieces. One of the enemy's soldiers thoughtlessly charged to Anthony Mark thinking that he was just some nuts that got involved in the fight. Oooh boy, was he so wrong.

As he approached the raging prince, the unexpecting soldier was lifted up from the ground by a sudden breeze. Most of the soldiers turned to look by the sudden event. Most focused their eyes on the floating figure while others took it as a chance to slice the flesh of their unsuspecting enemies. It IS a war. Thus, it is expected to even use the slightest bit of distraction to one's advantage.

As the soldier was raised higher, he felt and excessive pull between his limbs. Due to the extreme pressure of the chaotic gale, his eye balls were starting to pop beyond its limit. Blood started dripping from each side of his eyes. He was screaming like a maniac. The wind was pulling each side of his body. A cracking sound was followed as Anthony Mark took pleasure in increasing the wind pressure by closing his hand little by little. The evil smirk on the handsome face intensified as he gave his final blow by closing his hands and unblinkingly stared at the misery of the unfortunate soldier. Anthony Mark relished as he saw the splitting of the soldier's body limb per limb and the slosh of blood all around raining on the spectators (soldiers) below.

Wide-eyed, the opposing army shuddered at the sight. They're mind steered to the same conclusion.

"The Bielifieds are one to be feared. Inhumanly and heartlessly relishing the suffering of others. MONSTERS!"

Most of the soldiers, who have seen the incident, unconsciously took a step backward and had second thoughts in continuing their upraising. A small space then was made around Anthony Mark. His smirk deepened and became more meaningful.

'See that father? Pesky Arthurion? They are all looking at me! They fear me! Can you now say I'm not worthy of being in position and rule? Hahahaha!' Anthony Mark did not know that he laughed out loud that added to the fear that was embedded in the hearts of their enemy. At the moment, he looks nothing like a prince. Instead, he looked much like a psychotic & sadistic madman.

With such a cold voice that will make anyone tremble Anthony Mark said, "What is everyone looking at?" followed by a smile.

"A friendly reminder everyone, we ARE at war here. And as what a wise and capable man told me" he spared a malicious glance in Arthurion's way and smiled at him.

"You should never turn your back ... against your enemy." The dark clouds and clap of thunder with a snap of lighting, greatly compliments and dark energy emitting from Anthony Mark. Although everything was broken when everyone realized a shower... a shower of blood.

Everything happened so fast. But what Arthurion realized is the upheld closed hands of his cousin. Rewinding the events a little bit, he replayed it in slow motion. Simultaneously with the clap of thunder several bodies of the enemy rose in the air as the wild gale stripped their flesh and cut their bodies into pieces. Decapitated bodies, arms, legs, and even fingers were raining from the skies while everyone on the ground was splattered by the blood of the victims.

"AAH! I give up! Let's run! I don't want to be here! He's a monster!" one of the soldiers screamed fell down on the ground landing on one of the puddles of blood. He ran as fast as his feet can take him.

Anthony Mark had an urge to lift the man and finish him as well. But it won't do him any good to have a (too) bad reputation and get on the bad side of the king. So he has to let him go even if he had an urge to really squeeze the life out of the coward of a soldier.

"Hmm. It seems by beloved cousin is on a rampage! I guess everyone better be prepared!" Arthurion spoke loudly as he killed some more of his share and stared back at his so called cousin.

More of the von Bielifield forces came to help and finish the upraising in Haraitee. These were seen by aggressor and decide to all a fast retreat.

"RETREAT! Everyone! RETREAT!" the commander of the opposing army called out.

"Awh! Look what you made them do beloved cousin! You made them run! You really are such a MONSTER!" Arthurion mockingly called out while giving a side-glanced to his cousin.

"Conrad what's going on?" Yuuri asked confusedly.

There staring at the mess that Anthony Mark has done was the 27th demon king, his majesty Yuuri Shibuya.

Ebony met with murky green-blue(Mark Anthony). And Anthony realized that as he looked at the kings eyes that Yuuri is not someone to be messed with specially at times when is pissed, just like now. The king's annoyance was turning the atmosphere awkward and tense.

"Who is responsible for the killing that happened today?" Yuuri asked as his eyes steeled and promised a hell of punishment for whoever is responsible.

"It is I, Anthony Mark von Bielifiled the future ruler of the von Bielifield lands, Your Majesty" Mark Anthony lost all his ominous aura and bowed in respect towards the king. He was confident enough to do this knowing that the uprising was over (since the opposing army ran away in fear).

"Von Bielifield?" a shocked voiced echoed around the valley of death.

TBC

A/N: Hope you like it :)