Riviera: The Unknown Angel

Hundreds of demons were surrounding him, constantly trying to gain an edge over the warrior. But his blade was making deadly strokes through the night, bringing down demon after demon. Its bright violet glow resonated every time a demon was brought down, seeming to add more power to the next strike. Soon, he was able to cut down multiple demons at once. Swinging his weapon from the side of his hip, imbedding it halfway into the first enemy, and spinning like a top, he swung his sword into more and more demons. The force of the impact would finish cutting the first demon in half, and it would yet again embed itself halfway into another demon. Soon hundreds of demons lay at his feet, blank eyes starring up at the night sky. Eventually, the demons started to utilize their sheer numbers against the man. They gathered into groups of three and four, and rushed at him from all sides. But the warrior was able to overcome this simple strategy. He gathered his power, and with all of his might, he thrust his sword into the ground, creating deep trenches in the earth. The warrior never seemed to grow tired, only more and more powerful as the hordes attacked him. He was never even touched; he didn't even have to move more than a couple feet. His sword was all that he needed for protection, he wasn't even wearing armor, a testimony to his skill.

After hours of fighting, the warrior grew bored. This is getting old, he thought. Time seemed to stop. The warrior lightly stroked his sword and whispered, "Time to finish this, Lorathella". The pulsating violet light of his sword disappeared for only a moment, and in the same moment that it came back with a huge force, his red eyes turned violet, the same color as his sword…

Chapter 1

At the shining tower of the gods in Asgard, a meeting was taking place discussing the new power that had emerged unnoticed.

"This is an event that we cannot over look, someone of this power level must be aligned with us immediately or they must be destroyed."

"You are right, we must do something, and we must do it soon before this power joins with the demons."

A cold chill ran through the air as the Council discussed what to do with the new occurrence.

The warrior walked silently through the barren desert, his sword hanging behind his back. It had an interesting shape; on one side it went diagonally downward until it reached the hilt. The other side was more of a sword, but instead of going straight, it curved like a scimitar, thin on the top and bottom, but bulging in the middle. It was a huge weapon, the man being over six feet himself; the sword was a good three feet taller than he. But there was something unusual about the man. He had black wings growing out of his bat. Not wings like you would see on a bat, but black feathery angel wings. Why he preferred to walk and not fly unless he was in battle, no one knows. Even without flying, he could move faster than anything else alive. Notice that I said "move" instead of "run", for he teleported wherever he wanted. But for the moment, he walked with a determined pace, like he knew where he was going and wanted to get there fast, but without rushing and tiring himself out.

The man walked throughout the day and throughout the night, not even bothering to take a drink of water. He didn't even grow tired, let alone sweat. Soon he came upon a rocky cliff face that went up hundreds of feet. He simply gave it a quick up-down look and hopped. He didn't even jump, he just hopped, using nothing but the power in his ankles, and he scaled the cliff in that single hop.

"Do you see him?"

"Yeah, he just cleared the cliff."

"Think we can do it?"

"Heck yeah"

"Everyone Ready?"

And a chorus of wild screams echoed through the night.

The warrior continued to walk on, but he figured that he needed to sleep, if only for a minute. So he found an overhang of rock, got comfortable, and laid beneath it. Sleep was elusive; he had the feeling that someone was watching him.

Just as the warrior fell asleep, the demons attacked. They didn't even sneak up on him, it was a full blown assault against the sleeping warrior. They slashed, bit, and shot him with arrows. This barrage went on for only a couple seconds. The demons stopped all at once, thinking that they had killed the warrior.

"Yawn, what's goin' on?"

The demons were amazed, the warrior wasn't even scratched.

"Now, what should I do about all of you?" he gained a devilish grin "I know, come on out, Lorathella."

He grasped his sword's hilt, and his aura exploded. His medium length white hair was standing straight up, whipping around in the presence of his power.

"Lets go."

The warrior pulled the sword off his back, and started his fight.

He hacked and slashed his way through several hundred of the demons, and he jumped up to see how many more he would have to kill.

"You gotta be kidding me…" There were thousands more.

"Hmmmm…what can I do to end this quickly…" And then a light bulb went off in his head.

The warrior impaled a demon right through the chest, jumped as high as he could (which was about six thousand feet), gathered all of his power into his arm, funneling into the demon, and flung the impaled demon down to the ground as hard as he could. The demon went close to fifty feet down in the ground, and exploded, not being able to contain all of the energy that the warrior had put inside it. The result was that of several nuclear bombs. Hundreds of demons were wiped out instantly, the force of the blast disintegrating them. And the shockwave multiplied the devastation by a thousand leaving a trail of dead demons in its wake. But still, even with his huge blast, there were still a good two hundred thousand demons left. So using the same maneuver as he had before (without the demon bomb) he slashed his sword through the air so hard that it created energy waves that started to break up the throng of demons. Soon all but one demon was wiped out. As the warrior fell back down to the ground he spotted the last demon point his bow at him. The second he landed, he teleported behind the demon's back.

"Any last words?" he asked.

"What is your name?"

"Soria" and with that, he lopped off the demon's head.