A/N: Before I start I'm just gonna say that there will be no skylox or any other weirdness like that so get it the fuck out of your perverted little mind and enjoy the story!

(Ty pov)

I stood at the edge of a pond. The sun was out and the water was clear. I bent down to take a sip, I was parched. Then I saw my reflection… Staring up at me was something out of a nightmare, It was not human, and yet it was me. I am human, aren't I?

Ty woke up in a cold sweat. Just a dream. He told himself, though he didn't really believe it. Just a dream…

Ty looked at the clock, it was 10:47. He was late. Ty scrambled out of his bed, not caring to tidy it, and donned his favorite V-neck. It 'll be the end of me if I missed the entire thing, Ty though, shivering slightly as he brushed his teeth. For some reason, the word end hung in his mind.

Ty grabbed his headphones which sat idly alongside the bed on his nightstand. Time to start another day. He thought as he slipped them on. Today was an important day for the sky army, because it was promotion day. I need to be there for the ceremony. He told himself as stepped out the door and plugged his headphones into his I-pod, putting on his favorite mix. (A/N: I actually put his headphones to use!) Ty set off at a dead run hoping he would make it. his house was about a 30 minute walk, from the main compound,

He could tell something was about 10 minutes down the path when he began to smell the smoke and burnt flesh. If he had been running before now he was sprinting. he could see the smoke in the distance. It coming from the sky army headquarters. Ty realized.

"No," he whispered as he rounded the final corner. It was now a straight shot to the base, and he had a clear view of the rubble that used to be the east wing...

(? Pov)

A figure in a black cloak trudged along the gravel path leading through the village. People seemed to melt away from him, none would make eye contact, avoiding the stranger as if he were the plague. But for him, that was nothing new. His name was Iven, and though he was by no means threatening in appearance, he had found some time ago that most people had a subconscious knowledge of what he actually was.

Iven was a being of the underworld, a Demon if you, will, personally, Iven hated that classification. He also hated that the only other of his kind he had ever encountered was that asshole of a king Herobrine, who ruled over the underworld.

Iven came to a stop in front of a small inn & cafe, deciding he was going to stay there for the night, though technically he required no sleep he still felt it rejuvenating, plus he had gone without for more than a few weeks and being off his game was bad with someone with luck as bad as his. Iven opened the door and walked in keeping his face hidden underneath his hood, and his sword at the ready incase someone wanted to test their luck.

Of course as he had expected trouble found him right away. Iven walked in on a bar fight between two burly men in bulky armor, both drunk and ready to tear down the whole building just to prove their dominance to one another.

"I'm sick of your half assed fucking attitude, man!" The first one was shouting.

"Go cry about, dipshit!" The other responded.

Iven smiled to himself, killing these two idiots would be fun…

Iven strode along the gravel path that ran through the middle of the village now drenched in blood. He paused and looked over at the charred wooden skeleton that had been the Inn. He stepped calmly over the corpses that littered the floor of the building, taking head to crush the skulls of the two drunks underfoot. He placed a gold piece in the hand of the what had been the bartender.

"Sorry about the mess," He mumbled. With that he flipped his hood back up and continued on his way.