Prologue
The crisp air burned the delicate nostrils of the angel. However, the very air smelled of blood. It was a cold night where she had just ended a tough battle. The Seraph put the long spear sickle and walked down the road. For long they were trying to capture her, without success. The seraph had an enormous and latent power which everyone aspired to.
Her name was Nal'Ark. She was a dark Seraph, fallen and exiled since her reign was afraid of her. And also because of its stubbornness: she do not follow the rules even though she had a strong sense of duty, she was cynical, sometimes sadistic but only against her enemy. She also had a strong bitter sarcasm. But inside her she lurked a deep sadness, born from abandonment, exile. A sadness mingled with anger and hatred, throbbing inside her, inside her heart. Now no longer she had a place to go and wandered aimlessly. Her purple armor tinkled in the silence of the night and shone a silvery light under the full moon. Then, a hiss. An arrow stuck in the trunk of a tree in front of her.
The arrow was a pitch black and sported inlays of the kingdom of the West. The inlays of the demons. She began to run in the dark, feeling the brisk chasing her. One, two, three .. five people chasing her. "It will be fun .." she thought as she ran; Nal shipped in the dark and a mischievous smile formed on her face. Her amethyst eyes shone with excitement for the imminent clash, the light hair flying behind her head, muscles tensed. Recalling her power, six black wings opened out of nowhere and took flight.
Her true form required large amounts of power. She had to quickly get rid of the pursuers. They emerged from the forest, three winged demons who promptly tore into her and arrows whizzed into the air. Nal dodged the attacks of the demons with speed and quickness. One of the demons made the mistake of letting one of his hips uncovered and the Seraph took advantage, sticking to the bottom of her scythe and black hot blood came from the wound. Screaming in pain, the demon was thrown to the ground, dying slowly. Recalling her power Nal threw a scythe purple to the other two demons, cutting them in two parts. The bodies, or what remained of them, disappeared into the dark forest. Demonic archers did not give up to the vanquished with the death of their comrades and continued to shoot arrows, now with more ferocity. Nal created an energy shield around her to protect against the magic missiles. She felt that the forces were disappearing, the transformation still required too much power. "I have to get stronger ..." she bitterly thought and grinding her teeth when the shield exploded. The explosion spreaded throughout the forest, instantly killing the archers, disintegrating them. Nal returned to normal and fell to the ground. Damn ... she cursed, coughing. She heard footsteps and heavy trunks of trees that were knocked down with force.
Nal looked up and saw a demon armed with a big dark mace. The demon's eyes were red fire, burning with murderous rage. Oh but it is a joke? .. Nal said while she got up with difficulty and took her weapon. The demon roared with rage, spitting magma everywhere. The forest immediately burst into flames, the armor of Nal reflected the fire and soon became red-hot. Sore and exhausted, Nal tried to dodge the blows of the demon but the last flunged her against a distant rock, which fell apart on impact. Nal screamed in pain and spat blood, "It can not end like this ... It can't .." she thought with fear .For the first time she felt that emotion: fear. The imminent death. As the demon approached she heard a voice in her head, and time seemed to slow down.
"It will not end well, Dark Seraph- the voice said, hastily-but we will help you to become stronger and more powerful. But you must listen carefully. " The demon approached, but slowly, as if something chained him. "I listen" Nal said firmly. She noticed a touch of complacency in the voice "We offer you to join the League of Legends, where you can become stronger and destroy your enemies"
"What's the catch?" She said cynically as the demon was now dangerously close.
"No joke, Nal'Ark. Join us and become stronger or die now. The choice is yours."
There was no time. As the demon raised his bat for the last hit, Nal closed her eyes and said, "I accept."
With a blue blinding light the Seraph disappeared and the bat hit nothing.
