The Young Wizard and The Demon King
Author: Wizshan the Bloody Rose
Chapter: 4

Beta by: IceFireAngel

Warnings: a little bit bloody.

Note: Okay, let's begin the adventure! I really don't want you readers to wait for a month for an update after that short 3rd chapter so here you go; another chapter! (But still, chapter 5 will be posted on November… So I hope I get lots of reviews!). To shichiru, yup, the novel still published, there are 3 books (but I only have the 1st book)

Thanks to: Tenshi of Freedom, Yuuram88, phantome101, shichiru, allele

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CHAPTER 4: THE BLOODY WINTER FESTIVAL

Wolfram had been quiet all day; he barely touched his meal. Conrad raised an eyebrow, wondering why Wolfram seemed a bit depressed.

"Yuu-chan, you should go to town with Wolfram!" Jennifer suggested happily. "The Winter Festival had started." She began talking about how wonderful and romantic the festival would be. She just loved seeing her son getting along with Wolfram. Then she gave a pleading puppy's eyes look to Wolfram.

Wolfram smiled at her and nodded hesitantly. "Um, yes, I will go."

"Wonderful!" She squealed and clung to Shouma's arm. "I hope you two having fun tonight!"

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Yuuri happily held Wolfram's hand while they join the crowd on Sorciers Square. There are lots of stalls on every corner, decorative lamps hung beautifully above them.

"Beautiful!" commented Yuuri.

People in winter traditional costume dancing in tune with the romantic music. Their white and silver dresses matched the falling snow. Yes, just like Jennifer said, the festival sure is romantic. Two couples who were dancing earlier approached Yuuri and Wolfram, inviting them to join the dance.

"C'mon, Wolf! Let's dance!" Yuuri grinned and tugged Wolfram's hand, leading him to the middle of the square.

"Uh, wait. I don't know how to dance…" Wolfram admitted. He blushed a little when Yuuri smiled at him. "Don't worry, it's not that hard. Follow my lead." Yuuri took Wolfram's hand and put it on his shoulder, and then he circled his hands around Wolfram's waist. He quickly learned the dance steps. He could hear the sound of people said "ooh" and "wow" when they started dancing. Their black and blue wizard robes stood out in the middle of the white traditional costumes. Yuuri wore a jet black robe with golden lines, while Wolfram wore a navy blue robe decorated with white ascot and small chain of blue jewels.

Wolfram turned his face away when Yuuri grinned at him. It just reminded him of the Demon King's sly smile. Hmm, the Demon King hasn't showed up after the summoning… Wolfram thought, but somehow that thought seemed not right. Something's missing, but he wasn't sure what it was.

The lamps above them shut off and there was a loud crack sound filled the sky, breaking his thought. Both boys looked up in the snowy night sky and amazed by colorful fireworks up above. People applause endlessly, the fireworks soon followed by parade of little girls with white dresses dancing, instrument players, and some sorcerers creating sparkles in the air with their magic. It's rare occasion that they worked together with the commoners, and that what made the festival so beautiful.

Another firework lightened up the sky, and Yuuri pulled Wolfram closer before planted a quick kiss on his cheek. Wolfram's emerald eyes widened, he saw the Demon King's eyes looking at him, and the sly smile back to Yuuri's face.

A blush crept up to Wolfram's face, something clicked in his mind, but before he figures out what it is, he heard screams.

Up above on the roofs of every house near the Sorciers Square, there were large numbers of… something in grey cloak, they rose their skeleton hand up, holding a sword engulfed in dark purple flames and they burned some of the nearby stalls. People began to run in random directions, trying to find protection. The sorcerers tried to make a defensive shield, but the flames are too powerful. Some of the 'things', whatever it was in that grey cloak, flew down to the square, attacked every single sorcerers ferociously.

Five of them jumped in front of Wolfram, they seemed much stronger than the rest of the others. Each of them drew their purple flame sword.

Wolfram saw them thrust their sword to his direction, he can't think of any defensive spells. And then a color of black blocking his view; it was Yuuri's black robe. The five swords pierced Yuuri's body, the purple flames made an explosion.

"Run, Wolfram." He heard Yuuri's, no… the Demon King's deep baritone voice from the purple flames in front of him. A silhouette of lithe figure with long black hair appeared. Another figure in grey cloak jumped behind Wolfram, but luckily Wolfram managed to hit him with one powerful offensive spell, the one that called 'Flamma'. A red fire burned the grey cloak. Wolfram gasped when he saw the real form behind the cloak. A mazoku. Half of his face was not covered in skin, revealing the white skeletal frame. He wasn't sure what happened next.

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Wolfram opened his eyes slowly he found out that he's still on the Soricers Square. He heard someone panting. He turned to his right and found Yuuri lie down, covering his stomach with his hand, it was bleeding badly.

"Yuuri!" Wolfram immediately run to Yuuri, he panicked, not sure what to do.

"Don't worry." Said Yuuri. Wolfram noticed there was a green light emitting from Yuuri's hand, and the wound healed perfectly. Yuuri got up and grinned at Wolfram. "I'm very good at healing magic, you know."

"But… the Demon King…"

"The what?" asked Yuuri. He raised an eyebrow.

"The… Uh, never mind." Wolfram turned his face away from Yuuri's curious gaze. He noticed the townspeople started to clean up the burnt stalls and helping those who are injured. But what really caught his attention are black smokes arising up in the sky, looks like there had been fire on various places on Cité des Sorciers tonight.

From one of the alley, a little boy was running to Yuuri. "Help!" he cried. "Help my Mommy!" He cried even louder.

Yuuri hold the boy's shoulder, "Where is your Mommy?" he asked. The boy's cry reduced to sobs as he tried to speak. "There are scary people in grey cloak… They… they attack the wizard neighborhood. Mommy and other wizards tried to stop them with magic, but…" The boy didn't finish his sentence, he cried again.

"You stay here" said Wolfram to the boy. "We'll help your Mommy."

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Wolfram wasn't expecting what he was in the wizard neighborhood. Hundreds of mazokus in grey cloaks had taken over the neighborhood. Some of the sorcerers and wizards lay dead on the street, purple fire burning every single house.

To Wolfram's horror, he saw Conrad's mansion was on fire and surrounded by several mazokus. White souls flew out of the dead sorcerers and wizards and sucked into their swords. He heard one of them shouted out "More power for you, Master!"

Another mazoku flew above Wolfram and Yuuri, sending their purple fire straight to them. Wolfram cast a Contego spell; he was lucky enough to block the powerful flame. At that point Wolfram noticed that Yuuri had changed to the Demon King again.

"Demon King Yuuri, I order you to tell me why are these mazokus attacking us!" Wolfram shouted.

The Demon King seemed angry, his voice deeper than before. "They are filthy mazoku. The Resistance. They betrayed my kingdom and sold their soul to the dark force."

"What kind of dark force?" asked Wolfram.

"Black magic. I thought the war has ended. I never thought they would attack wizards as well."

Wolfram was about to ask more question but all the Resistance flew rapidly at him with their purple flame swords ready in their skeletal hands. Wolfram tried to think of the strongest spell he can remember. The Demon King stretched out his arms and two giant water dragons came out of his hand. "Kill the traitors." He ordered. The water dragons hissed. As they slithered up to the Resistance, Wolfram screamed out the Noxa spell. Red streams of light joined up with the water dragons and it defeated hundreds of Resistance in one blow.

Wolfram collapsed to the ground, it wasn't wise to use a powerful magic like that. He felt heavy, but he felt hurt on his chest when he saw Conrad's mansion burnt to ashes. No… please, I don't want to lose anyone ever again! He felt tears running down his cheek.

"I believe Conrad is still alive." Wolfram turned his head and found that it was Yuuri, kneeling next to him. "Conrad is not a wizard. They only after the soul of pure wizards so don't worry."

"But, your parents…" Wolfram suddenly remember. Both of Yuuri parents are wizards…

"They're fine. I know they're still alive as well." Yuuri put his hand on Wolfram's shoulder, his expression became serious. "These Resistance are dangerous. They are controlled by someone with powerful black magic."

"Yuuri…" Wolfram took Yuuri's hand that was on his shoulder. "Who are you really? The Demon King…"

Yuuri smiled, "It's a very long story. Right now we have to get to the bottom of this attack. For your information, the Resistance is responsible for your brother's death."

Wolfram eyes widened, he really don't want to remember his brother's death again. "But…"

"Look into my eyes." Yuuri ordered, he held Wolfram's chin with his hand and gazed to the emerald green eyes. The images of torture, blood, and dreadful death came back to his mind. "So you have wished it, so it shall be, young wizard."

"Revenge." The word slipped out Wolfram's lips. He felt nothing other than the rage inside of him.

"I would never let them have your soul." Yuuri whispered to Wolfram's ear, the evil smirk back again on his face.

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Notes:

… I kinda rushed a bit writing this chapter, but I hoped it turned out well :) See you in November!

… I took the term 'Resistance' from the novel, but they are mazokus instead of commoners.

… Flamma means Fire or Flame. Contego means Shield. Noxa means offense. They're Latin. Sorry if those are a bit lame :D