Chapter One
There was only word to describe what was happening around Blade, chaos.
He could hear her screams, yet he could do nothing to help her. All he wanted to do was save the girl, how did he ever get into such a mess!? Why is it that bad things always seem to happen to those who want to make the world a better place? Perhaps this world was never meant to be a better place, maybe all it was meant for was to provide a small home for people who would ultimately trash it, kill it and send it to hell. Yes, that is where he was hell, and there was nothing he could do but stare in at the horror unveiling itself around him. Dark creatures loomed around, smelling his fear, feeding of it and growing stronger by the minute. Bizarre creatures like nothing you had ever seen before.
Fallen angels was what they were. Half their face was the most beautiful person you have ever seen. Beautiful mouths, perfect skin and eyes you couldn't look away from, they were indeed angelical and even had a majestic glow about them. However their other side was the total opposite, deformed creatures, with bloody horns sticking out of their forehead, red eyes that burn into your skin and while traces of something that was once beautiful could be seen, pure hatred surrounded this…creature.
However, he was more intrigued by his surrounding rather than scared. To most people, this would a situation where they would most likely want to run away. The fear of dark is what got to most people. The fear of the unknown, something you can't control. A rational fear to most people, for him seemed like a waste. Blade could smell something rotten coming behind him, it was without a doubt one the fallen angles. He was amazed at how such a majestical creature could all of the sudden become something so revolting. A tingling feeling was taking over his legs, turning them to jelly and he could feel chunks rising up from his stomach.
It was a simple cat and mouse game, the daemons searched for him, only to catch him play with him, injure him a little then let him go and start all over again. He had enough!! No one had the right to push him around, if he was going to die, he might as well die a hero death. An unknown hero, but a hero nether-the-less, for one who conquers their fears to face an absolute terror is beyond being a man, he is brave. For it is only a fool, that goes into a battle he cannot win without conquering over something, even if that is simply, conquering over the fear of death.
'Run, Blade, run!' Ignoring the taunting chants of the demons he turned to face them, something no one else had done before, and there he fought to his death, he never won the battle, he never won the war, but he did do something, he struck fear into the demons, they were no longer the rulers of the earth, something new and more powerful took over, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.