Prologue
Are you okay? No one has ever asked him that... until this ignorant girl did. Just who is this girl?
A young girl ran across the grassy field, enjoying the softness of the damp grass under her barefoot. She felt free and more alive as her dress fluttered with the soft breeze. The scent of the after shower wafted through the air and it helped calm her nerves.
"This is the life" she gently laid on the field of grasses and propped her arms behind her head for support. "Away from all those teachers and my father's never-ending lecture."
For hours, the girl relaxed and eventually fell asleep. The grass was too soft to leave any marks on her fair skin, making the ground a perfect mattress for her to rest. The breeze gently passed by her and the faint scent of the grass in the surrounding area caused her to relax even further. The quietness and calmness of her environment assured her that nothing is ever going to disturb her peaceful sleep.
Unknown to the girl, a pair of crimson eyes was watching her.
"Perfect."
A raven-haired boy emerged from behind the trees. He only went out for a walk but seeing the sleeping girl made his hands hunger for a kill. He would make sure he's going to leave this girl lifeless, without any trace of the killer. Or maybe he'd leave her corpse bloodied and unrecognizable on the soil stained with her very life source. Either way, he'd enjoy seeing life leave her body.
Fixing his cloak, he slowly walked towards the girl with his eyes growing brighter in anticipation. With every step he took, the grasses tuned black as they withered. Grasses meters away from him turned black as they now lay lifeless on the ground that once nurtured them.
The young boy was an epitome of death and he is going for his next kill.
The sleeping girl unconsciously sensed an unwelcome presence within the area. Her eyes flashed open and she sat up to look around her surroundings.
"Oh no" she gasped.
The once green and damp grasses turned black and dried up. The only area not affected was the patch of grass where she was laying down.
"Father would have to see this" she told herself as she stood up to ran and tell her father about what she just saw.
As soon as she stepped on the blackened grasses, a surge of energy pulsed through her veins.
"Wha-"
The young girl screamed as she was sent flying across the field. She hit the (thankfully) soft ground but she still earned a few scratches on her arm.
"Ow!" she yelped and tried to stand up.
She rubbed her arm soothingly until a glow of light appeared from her hands and erased the blemishes on her fair skin.
"That was interesting" a voice said without a hint of emotion.
The young girl looked to her side and saw a boy probably her age. He was wearing a black cloak and the rest of his clothes were also black. The dark color clashed with his pale skin but his blood-colored eyes stood out the most.
Seeing no harm, the girl smiled.
"Well, hello there!" she happily greeted.
The boy remained passive and emotionless, though he was a bit surprised that the girl was too… stupid to see that it was him who caused the withering of the grasses in the field and the force that threw her off.
Upon seeing his expressionless look, the young girl was worried and asked, "Are you okay?"
That question echoed in the boy's mind. Are you okay? No one has ever asked him that... until this ignorant girl did. Just who is this girl? Could she possibly be...?
Too engrossed in his thoughts, he did not see the young girl slowly approaching him.
"You don't look sick" the girl stated as she looked at him with concern.
It was then that he realized that they were standing a mere foot apart.
"Maybe you do need to see a doctor" the girl continued acting concerned for this stranger.
The boy finally got to notice the features of the strange girl up close. She had light blonde hair that fell to her waist and a pair of green eyes. Her skin had more color compared to his but it was still fair and flawless. But what struck him the most were those two angel-like wings on her head. How come he only noticed those now? He knew what those pair of wings symbolizes.
"Hellooo?" the girl called out. "I'm still here, you know."
He looked at the girl in front of him. He should just kill her right now. After all, his first intention was to take her life away.
"Who are you?" he finally asked.
The young girl smiled when he spoke.
"Mavis. My name's Mavis Vermilion, the princess of Angels" she proudly introduced.
The boy's eyes turned redder if that were even possible. This girl acting so friendly with him is the perfect target and the best thing was, she doesn't even know who he is.
"That's nice" he said.
The young girl was about to say something again when she noticed the black aura permeating from the boy.
"W-What are you..."
Mavis was cut off when the boy's aura became bigger. She backed off a few steps away as fear started gnawing through her. The boy stared at the frightened girl. In no time, the look on her face would be wiped out and so will her innocent soul. With a sigh, the boy released torrents of his dark magic. Waves of energy turned all the grasses to ashes and the stray trees were almost wiped out. Everything in that field died.
The boy knew that he was going to need this amount of magic if he wanted to kill the girl.
She was the Angel princess! Who knows what type of magical barrier her father made to protect her. Yet, he knew he was a lot more powerful. He proved himself a lot of times to those damned creatures already. He has killed thousands of their kind alone without any help from his pathetic army. And now, he was going to kill the Angels' beloved princess.
The surge of his dark magic stopped. He opened his eyes that he didn't realize were closed all this time. He looked at his surroundings. Every plant there had died. And if there were any small creature living beneath the ground, he was sure they had died along with the rest. He was the only living creature... or so he thought.
"What was that?" Mavis asked.
No! That can't happen!
The boy's eyes widened as soon as he saw the Angel princess standing just a few feet away from him, looking alright as if nothing ever happened. She barely received a scratch from his magic.
"Are you okay? You seemed shock" Mavis asked out of concern, then she noticed her dead surroundings. "D-Did y-you do this?"
The boy was too shocked to say anything. How did this happen? How did the girl not die? Sure, that wasn't his most powerful one yet but it was more than enough to turn the girl into ashes.
"How... How did you survive that?" he asked, almost out of breath.
Mavis propped her fingers beneath her chin and looked to be in deep thought. The young boy was impatient but was too curious to know about her answer. A few moments later, Mavis answered "Well, number one: my mentors back at the castle taught me how to ward off dark magic. Number two: a lot of people say I'm too powerful for my own good but I don't believe them."
It soon dawned on him. He remembered this witch saying something about a girl as powerful as him who would be the one to cause the downfall of the Demon King. At first, he shrugged it off, saying no one whether Angel or Demon could be as strong as him or even surpass him. But this stupid Angel proved him wrong.
"I think you are" he muttered unintentionally.
The Angel princess beamed at him. "Really? Thank you. But I think my father and my brother are a lot more powerful than me."
No, she was wrong. He'd seen both father and son's strength. They couldn't survive his magic. Not like this young girl.
Sounds of stomping and cries of "Princess" startled them both.
"Oh, it's Mr. General and his soldiers" Mavis whined as she folded her arms across her chest.
The young boy pulled his hood to cover his identity. He doesn't need that cursed general and his little army attacking him. It would unnecessarily consume his precious time and he didn't want to wage war as of the moment.
"Princess, where are you!" the general called.
"I'm over here!" Mavis yelled as she waved her hands to a group of men.
She turned back to the boy who looked like he was ready to leave.
"Are you going home now? You're welcome to have some tea if you want. But you need to control those powers of yours. It's very dangerous. You could have hurt yourself, you know" she said and pointed at him with her finger at her last sentence.
The boy merely shook his head. This girl doesn't know anything about the world she lives in. He believes she has never encountered a demon or even knows about them.
Mavis pouted when her offer got rejected. She was hoping to make some friends around her age. The only friend she ever had who was around her age stopped visiting her months ago.
"Some other time then." She would never admit it out loud but Mavis had just developed a small crush on the mysterious boy.
He remained silent and did not reply.
"Mavis!" the general's voice became louder, hinting that he was nearer.
"Coming!" the young princess called back and waved a goodbye to her new friend. "See you next time!"
She ran towards the fuming general and his small group of soldiers but realized that she forgot something.
"Wait! You haven't told me your name yet" she yelled but the boy was already gone.
Sighing, Mavis walked to the furious general. She braced herself for hours of scolding from her father and the council if they were ever present.
Standing kilometers away is the boy yielding the dark magic. He heard her. But he wasn't going to let her hear his answer. At least not yet.
"My name's Zeref, princess. Zeref, the Demon King."
And he left with a silent promise to let their fates meet again.
And here's the prologue.
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