Prologue

Teretsugo Michaelano Demonblade stood before the Council, an organization of elite sorcerers, all of whom had a direct connection to Dinoel, the Gratonian God.

'Mike,' As Teretsugo is currently known, wore an expression of pure angst.

"You were a fool to return to us, Teretsugo," Ingast, the head of the council explained with a slight smile. "You not only failed to carry out your mission, but you got directly involved in the affairs of the human's world." He said, bringing up the charges at fault.

Mike's mission at that time had been to bring back his brother, Sekumara Zerathorne Demonblade, who had started a life on the planet he was supposed to be 'moderating'. That was a huge crime in the eyes of the Council. However, Mike himself, had fallen prey to the temptations of the planet known as Earth.

"We overlooked the mission failure, but we cannot ignore your meddling in affairs that do not concern you." Ingast continues.

Mike listened quietly. He knew what Ingast was going to say next. He was aware of the punishment for such a crime.

Ingast tilted his head back, and the white lights washed over his almost equally pale, wrinkled face.

"Your penalty for such a crime," He began. Mike mouthed the next two words as Ingast spoke. "Is death..."

A temporary silence wahsed over the room. Mike had seen it coming. He knew of it's presence, and was prepared.

A moment later, the silence was shattered by Ingast's voice.

"Your sentence will be carried out immediately. If there is anyone you wish to be contacted about this, we shall send them your message."

Mike merely shook his head. A surprised look engulfed Ingast's pale face as his eyes lit up. "Nothing at all?" He asks.

Mike holds up a faded red cell phone. "Not anymore..." He said bluntly. The words 'message sent' blinked on the practically empty screen.

A smirk crossed his face as Ingast growled angrily. "Take him to the execution site, IMMEDIATELY!" He yells to the guards, obviously angered by Mike's outsmarting him. A guard stepped forward, and retrieved the phone from Mike's hand, while two others grabbed him by the forearms. They escorted him from the presence of the Council, and out to the town square, where a crowd had gathered.

Another look of dread crossed Mike's face. It was all over for him.

He was placed before a man in pure black armor. The man held a large, sinister looking axe, stained with blood.

"On your knees," The man demanded. Mike didn't budge. He wasn't scared, but he still had dignity.

"I said KNEEL!" The man growled. He slammed the bottom of the axe's handle into the back of Mike's knee, and mike fell, smacking his chin on a large tree trunk. His breathing shallowed for a moment. "It's over for you..."
"Yeah....I know...." Mike replies.

Tenohr Sercheaks picks up his phone. It had started vibrating because of a brand new text message. He looked at the name of the person who had sent it to see Mike's name staring back at him. It was odd. Usually Mike called to talk. When he checked the message, only two words showed up.

I'm Sorry

With a loud, sickening thunk, Mike was lost.

Ingast smiled lightly.

"These are the consequences for tyranny..."