Devrons eyes shot open to the raging sounds of the base alarms. Lindsey was already up and getting dressed.
Devron quickly grabbed his armor and threw it on.
As he was getting dressed Lindsey turned to him with a sly smirk. Devron returned the gesture and opened the tent flaps.
The sun was rising as soldiers were scrambling throughout the base. Helicopters and fighters were readying to get airborne.
The Lieutenant Colonel ran up to the two with a slight glare on his face. He must have known what they did the night prior.
"Listen I know what you both did, but we have bigger things to worry about. If you wondered why we the base is having a fucking heart attack...well it seems the Iranian infantry have pushed faster than we expected. They've already engaged our troops at our defensive position. They won't last long. Lindsey take Devron and your company and head out." Lindsey nodded and ran over to a group of soldiers. Devron followed her.
The group of just over a hundred stood at attention as their captain approached.
"Alright boys, I'm sure you know by now our situation. We are in charge of supporting the friendless on the front line, let's head out!"
The soldiers ran to the readying helicopters. Devron was going to do the same when he felt a tug on his arm.
Devron turned around and smiled. He was relieved to see Maxwell who he hadn't seen since the last mission.
"Maxwell! It's good to see you..." Maxwell looked surprised. Devron never really seemed to care much about him, he just seemed to tolerate him. He was happy that Devron was actually glad to see him.
"D-Devron, I'm glad you and Lindsey are alright. I was worried when I saw your chopper go down."
Devron nodded and motioned with his head to the helicopter. The two walked towards the vehicle while resuming their conversation. "I'm alright and I appreciate the concern." Devron said as he boarded the helicopter along with the private.
Devron sat across from Lindsey who smiled at him. Maxwell sat next to him and relaxed in his seat.
The helicopter went airborne along with a dozen others and sped towards their objective alongside a few dozen fighter jets and attack helicopters.
"So Devron, this will be the largest battle you've been in, nervous?" Lindsey asked.
Devron shook his head. "I'm not concerned at all. There are more hostiles yes, but there are also more allies."
Lindsey shrugged. "Guess that's one way to look at it."
The sound of gunfire and explosions became more apparent as the helicopters grew closer to the battle.
"THE LANDING ZONE IS HOT, WE WILL HAVE TO TURN AROUND AND LAND A MINUTE OUT OF THE FIGHTING!" The pilot yelled over the sound of war.
Lindsey sighed. "Do what you have to do Pilot."
Devron growled and stood up. "What the hell are you doing?" Lindsey asked.
Devron walked up to one of the doors and it became surrounded in a black aura. Suddenly the door opened and Devron jumped out.
Devron could hear Lindsey screaming at him but didn't care. His objective was to support the defending troops. He wasn't about to get held up.
Devron landed and looked straight ahead. He was looking at a small incline with sandbags on top of it. Dozens of soldiers sat behind the sandbags. Some with high caliber machine guns and artillery. The troops were clearly severally depleted and Devron could see several medics tending to far more men than they could handle.
Devron ran up to the top of the incline and looked over the sandbags.
His heart skipped a beat at what he saw. A battlefield consisting of hundreds of enemy soldiers rapidly pushing towards Devrons position. Devron could spot about half a dozen tanks in the distance. Dozens of friendly soldiers were stuck in foxholes or small trenches.
Could he alone do anything? He had no fucking clue. But it was his obligation to try. Besides, there was about a hundred soldiers that would soon arrive to support them. Although, Devron didn't know if a hundred was enough.
Devron stopped sight seeing and began thinking of a way to win the battle.
Black energy began forming in the palms of Devrons hands. He pointed his palms forward at the enemy at a beam of energy shot out of each palm. The beams connected into the horde of enemy soldiers and exploded on impact, killing over a dozen soldiers.
Devron grinned, shifting his focus to the tanks. He fired two beams at one of the tanks. The tank exploded, the rubble crushing a few soldiers.
Devron targeted another tank and fired another two beams, destroying it. Devron was starting to fatigue. He shifted his focus back of the ground infantry and fired two beams into the enemies front line, delaying the enemies forward momentum.
Dozens of soldiers ran up beside Devron and began firing down on the ground infantry. Although the tides had turned, the battle wasn't won yet. The tanks had begun firing on his position, one missing and obliterated a foxhole full of friendlies.
Devron hated being in the back line and just as Lindsey was running up to him he vaulted over the sandbags and slid down the hill and jumped down into a foxhole.
The soldiers in the foxhole were surprised at Devrons appearance and stared at him. Devron paid them no mind and summoned an energy spear into his hands. He jumped out of the foxhole and focused on one of the fast approaching tanks and threw the spear, striking the tank just below its gun. The spear exploded and its gun blew off. Devron then ran towards the tank, quickly climbing to the top and was about to break the sealed hatch when the pilot burst out of it. Devron grinned and grabbed the Pilot by the shoulders and threw him at the foxhole where the sound of gunfire rang out. Devron jumped into the open hatch and saw the gunner rapidly typing at the controls. He probably didn't know the gun had been destroyed. Devron grabbed his head from behind and slammed him into the console. He repeated his half a dozen times until his face was a bloody pulp. He dropped the corpse and jumped up out of the hatch.
A tank shell immediately was fired in his direction. Devron caught it with his magic. However, instead of redirecting the trajectory into the tank, he redirected it into a group of hostile soldiers that were running across the battlefield, killing all of them in a massive explosion.
Redirecting his focus towards the tank, another shell fired. Devron sidestepped the explosive projectile and leaped with a roar towards the tank.
However, the tank was faster, redirecting it's large form to the airborne monster and firing.
Devrons eyes went wide, realizing he didn't have time to defend against the projectile. The shell impacted against Devrons body, and sent him flying backwards into the dirt.
He blinked rapidly and coughed. He hadn't been hit that hard before. He gasped, attempting to regain his breath. Although he wasn't damaged internally, the projectile knocked the breath wind out of him, something that had never happened before.
The tank then redirected its gun at Devron. The monster was far too weak to defend himself and curled himself into a ball waiting for the world to turn dark.
"FIRE!" A voice shouted nearby. The distinct sound of a RPG being fired followed and the tanks weapon exploded along with its crew being disintegrated.
Devron gave a small smile as dozens of friendly soldiers ran forward. However one stopped, holding an RPG. Devron recognized the young soldier as Maxwell. Devrons smile grew upon realizing who it was.
Maxwell ran up to him, dropping the RPG and reaching a hand down to him.
"You crazy fucking bastard trying to destroy an entire squad of tanks on your own." Maxwell said.
Devron grabbed Maxwells hand and stood up.
"Thank you Maxwell." Devron said, looking down at the young private.
The private shrugged. "I had to return the favor somehow."
Devron chuckled and patted Maxwell on the shoulder.
"Stay safe out there."
Maxwell nodded. "Yeah I-"before Maxwell finished Devron sprinted towards the frontline.
The young soldier smirked, picking his RPG back up and regrouping with his unit.
...
The battle had been going for a few hours now, in the favor of the U.S forces. With the inclusion of Devron, the Iranians tank units were swiftly destroyed and the ground infantry were getting slaughtered...
Devron stabbed the struggling Iranian soldier and threw him into a group of incoming soldiers.
Tipping his claws in magic, Devron dashed forward and horizontally slashed at the small group of soldiers, cutting them each in two.
His right side was then peppered with bullets, much to Devrons amusement. Wipping his body to the right, Devron cast his magic to the arms of the soldier, turning them towards the advancing Iranian infantry.
The soldier then unwillingly sprayed the last of the magazine into the crowd, killing and wounding many. When the weapon clicked Devron took control of one of the shell casing and plunged it into the soldiers skull.
The 'advancing' Iranian infantry were now in a quick retreat as friendly forces caught up to Devron.
Devron roared and ran after the retreating soldiers, slashing soldiers left and right with tipped claws.
Out of the corner of Devrons eye he could spot one of the surviving Iranian jets diving towards his position. The jet then opened fire. Devron quickly summoned a shield in his hand to block the bullets.
As the fighter came close, Devron leaped into the air, landing on the cockpit. Devron grinned wickedly and balled his right hand into a fist. The pilot attempted to shake him off with evasive maneuvers, even doing a barrel roll. But Devron cling on and pounded his fist into the cockpits glass, shattering it. Devron reached in, grabbing the pilot and throwing him off the jet and down to his death.
The copilot suddenly ejected, his seat flying out of the cockpit and falling towards the ground.
Devron growled and used his magic to catch the chair. Although it was taxing on Devron to catch something so big like that in mid air.
Devron leaped off the jet and towards the chair stuck in the air. The copilot was panicking, trying to undo the straps on the chair.
Devron landed on the chair and plunged both claws into the mans chest, then let go of the chair, letting it fall to the ground.
Devron was also falling as well. He landed hard into the ground, landing on a fleeing Iranian soldier, creating quite a mess on the grass.
Devron was going to go after the rest of the Iranian infantry when he heard someone calling to him.
"DEVRON!"
Devron turned to see Lindsey calling to him from a set of trenches. Devron smiled and ran to the trenches.
He jumped into the trenches where Lindsey, Maxwell and dozens of soldier were. Some were tending to the wounded, watching the top of the trench or just resting.
"What's the situation?" Devron asked, trying to hide the emotions going through his head.
Lindsey smiled. "Well, what is left of the enemies Battalion is in full retreat..." Lindsey's smile dropped. "However, scans have indicated an additional two battalions are advancing towards our position."
Devron growled. "It won't be a problem Captain."
Lindsey shook her head. "Devron...our base comprised of a single battalion. 98% of our forces were forwarded to this position. 20% of them are dead and 15% are wounded. We can't win this fight."
Devron snarled. "You aren't just going to give up, are you?"
Lindsey scoffed. "Of course not, me and my boys are going to put up a hell of a fight, give time for the rest of the boys at base to evacuate...and you."
Devron grabbed her arm. "What?"
Lindsey sighed. "Command is ordering you to evacuate, or more specifically...Elliot is."
Devron gritted his teeth at the name.
Elliot.
That bastard.
Devron shook his head. "I'm not just leaving you all to die."
Lindsey grimaced. "Devron...you stay here you fucking die."
Devron shook his head. "Doesn't matter."
Lindsey bit her lip in irritation and turned around. "I can't really force you...can I?"
Devronn nodded. "Exactly."
With a sigh Lindsey turned back around. But before she could speak, a bullet pierced Lindsey's neck.
"LINDSEY!" Devron shouted.
Devron got down on his knees and held her. She was coughing and sputtering, struggling to breathe.
"MEDIC!" Devron screamed.
Quickly a medic came running forward. He looked down at her and looked back at Devron.
"There is nothing I can do."
Gunfire began to rang out and a firefight ensued. However, Devrons world stopped at that moment. He refused to accept what the medic had just said.
Devron ripped off his mask and yelled.
"YOU FOOL!" He spat at the medic. "YOU WERE TRAINED TO SAVE LIVES, NOW DO YOUR FUCKING JOB!"
The medic froze in fear, Devrons face twisted in an ugly grimace.
However, his anger changed quickly into sadness as Lindsey put a hand on his shoulder. Devron looked down at her, the life fading from her eyes. She simply shook her head with a smile and passed on.
Devrons anger came back in full force and he shot up from out the trenches. He was not phased by the sight of over a thousand soldiers and dozens of tanks barreling towards his position.
With a screeching roar, the inside of his chest suddenly glowed. It began to glow brighter and brighter, unbothered by the bullets battering it's hosts body.
Suddenly, without warning, a beam of black energy emitted from Devrons chest. He screamed as he dragged the beam along the line of advancing infantry, instantly disintegrating them. Even the tanks were disintegrated by contact.
Devron effortlessly swept the beam across the enemy forces, killing hundreds of soldiers in a matter of seconds.
However he could hold the energy forever. Knowing this, he aimed to the skies and brought down all the enemies aircraft.
As quickly as it came it vanished. The battlefield was scorched with ashes and burnt grass.
Everyone was shocked, and for just a second, all gunfire stopped. Almost everyone feared the beast in that moment. And as the moment ended someone among the enemies ranks screamed something in their language. Devron was sure it meant retreat because the renaming Iranian soldiers began a mad sprint backwards.
Devron let out a mad roar and chased the retreating forces. Stabbing, ripping limbs, firing energy blasts, crushing windpipes and more.
Devron was starting to get tired but he didn't want to let up. A loud war cry was heard and what was left of the U.S forces charged.
"Devron..." a voice said from behind.
Devron turned to see Maxwell. Instantly Devron collapsed down onto his knees, tears streaking down his face. Devron grabbed onto Maxwells waist, burying his face into the Private's stomach as he began to sob, not caring that he was covered in blood.
Maxwells head lowered to the monster. The beast who had just torn apart two enemy battalions was now crying on his knees.
Maxwell sniffed himself. Lindsey had been a great friend and mentor to him. And now she was gone. A tear fell from the boys face down onto the monsters head.
With a sniffle, Maxwell began to pat Devrons head. His mind was trying to process the events of the last five minutes. From Lindsey's death, the massacre of the enemy forces to Devrons breakdown. It was all just too much.
He eventually snapped back to reality and collapsed the two friends sobbing in each other's arms.
They sat that way for several minutes, just letting out their pain and anger. Devron had just lost one of the few people he actually cared about.
Surprisingly, it was Devron who released the embrace and stood up.
"D-Devron?" Maxwell sniffled.
Devron let out a long sigh. "Maxwell...w-we must report back to base..."
Maxwell stood up and nodded. "Y-Yeah, s-shit I'm so fucking sorry."
Devron shook his head. "Save it, we both cared for her. Right now we have to focus on surviving."
Maxwell nodded, wiping away a tear and picking up his assault rifle which he had dropped previously.
In the distance, a group of helicopters flew towards their position...
...
Devron and Maxwell steps off the helicopter, ignoring the Lieutenant Colonel and angrily walking into his tent.
He then collapsed, curling up into a ball and tucking his tail in between his legs. He tried to not cry anymore. He was no longer a child. He was no longer a small child crying over the scary stories of the human race his father would tell him at night. He was no longer a small child who cried when the village children beat him up. He was no longer a small child who cried when Elliot beat him after his performance in training didn't live up to his standards. He no longer wa-
...
New York.
2018
"It's simple, just kill it!"
A smaller Devron whined and backed up, falling on his behind and putting up his hands to defend himself.
The rain wouldn't stop, it rained down like an artillery bombardment.
Devron sat, cowering against a tree in a small clearing.
Elliot stood, dressed in his Navy S.E.A.L attire, a wet and burned out cigar at his feet. Four soldiers of unknown origin stood in a box formation at each corner of the clearing. Their black, beefy armor and red visors were something that Devron hadn't seen since that day.
Tied up by its four paws, struggling on the ground was a wolf. It had multiple scars and bruises on its body. It's left eye was missing and it's muzzle bled.
Elliot scowled. "You're a fucking coward. It is suffering! End it's suffering, put it out of its misery!" Elliot shouted.
Devron curled himself into a ball and shook his head.
"I-I can't!"
Elliot sighed and pointed at one of the soldiers. "You mind?"
The soldier left the formation, stepping towards the injured animal. It knelt down towards it, unsheathing a long black knife. The soldier looked over the knife proudly, before grabbing the wolves muzzle and yanking it open.
"N-no stop!" Devron exclaimed.
The soldier ignored him and hovered the weapon over the wolves tongue. As if to mock Devron, the soldier turned to him and pulled out the knife, throwing it up into the air before catching it, and cutting down vertically on the wolves tongue.
The wolf howled in agony, it's eyes wildly dancing around its surroundings.
"PLEASE STOP!" Devron screamed.
"You can end it's suffering, you can set it free! But instead you sit there like a coward instead of doing the right thing? What would your parents thin-"
In a matter of seconds Devron ran up and plunged his claws into the Wolves head.
Devron then collapsed onto the body in a sobbing mess.
...
2024
Ukraine
N.A.T.O joint Ukraine-U.S base
Devrons body was bloody, bruised and scarred.
The 300 pound super soldier in near destructible armor punched him again, sending him flying once more into the wall, knocking the breath out of him.
The man laughed. "You puny kitty, the Americans think that you will be their killing machine?" The man asked in a thick Russian accent.
The man grabbed Devron by the throat. "You are a weak, coward that punches like a bitch!" Devron was thrown to the left, face planting into the ground.
"That's enough Ivanog, stand down." The familiar voice of Elliot spoke over a loud speaker
Devron collapsed on the ground of the arena, his tears pooling on the ground.
...
2026
N.A.T.O HQ, Mars colony
2 weeks...2 weeks of no water, no food. The room had no windows and was pitch black. The smell of his own urine had permeated the room on the first day.
He sat there, in the middle of room curled into a ball. He was exhausted. He either passed the time doing push-ups or engaging in self pleasure. And he had exhausted himself for the day. His stomach ached and his throat felt like sandpaper.
He couldn't help but cry. Why was this happening to him? Didn't Elliot say he had impressed him these last few years? What happened?
Devron knew, but he wanted another answer. This was a test. He was testing his limits. N.A.T.O had just entered a war, and command wanted Devron ready to fight in 6 years. Originally the plan was 8, but due to the war it was cut down to 6. How was this helping him fight a war?
Stuck in a pitch black room millions of miles from Earth...it wasn't fair.
Devron was about to fall asleep when the door burst opened.
Three men, at least 300 pounds, clad in extremely excessive armor stood in the doorway.
The juggernaut, a genetically engineered soldier. These soldiers usually performed missions for the U.S.C.S.A on the low and were only used when necessary.
And containing Devron certainly was a necessary reason for their use.
The soldiers pounded on him, beating him from all angles. Knocking out teeth, breaking ribs and leaving Devron to simply curl back up into a ball and take the hits.
...
2032
Iran
Devron slowly opened his eyes. Someone was shaking him awake. Looking up, he saw it was Maxwell.
Devron smiled, grabbing onto the young private's shoulder.
"Five...more...mi-"
"Devron we gotta go now!"
Devron immediately sat up. "Why?"
...
Corporal Daniel reclined in his chair. The radar was clear, as usual. He took another sip of his coffee and scratched his beard.
The radar suddenly began to beep. Corporal Daniel grumbled and sat straight to look at the radar.
The corporal dropped his mug at what he saw.
...
"Devron, a f-fucking tactical nuke is speeding towards our base, we gotta go!"
Devron quickly stood up and Maxwell ran out of the tent. Devron followed, running out of the tent. The base alarms started to blare and dozens of soldiers ran to helicopters.
Devron ran after Maxwell to a troop transport, climbing in and sitting down next to Maxwell.
The Lieutenant Colonel stood in the center of the transport. "Get her in the air, we are getting the hell out of here!"
"Yes sir!" The pilot shouted.
The helicopter soon was in the air along with dozens of others all speeding away from the base.
Devron turned to Maxwell who was softly crying, his knees pressed up against his chest.
"We're gonna die...all of us. I'll never see my family again."
Devron didn't really know what to do. He couldn't guarantee their survival. He should still say something.
Devron opened his mo-
BOOOOOM
Devron whipped around to see a large mushroom cloud forming in the place where the base once was.
"HOLD ON!" The Lieutenant Colonel shouted.
The EMP blast soon followed. Helicopters dropped like flies and crashed down into forest below.
Somehow...Devrons chopper and three others were out of range of the blast. Everyone let out a huge sigh of relief.
Devron chuckled sitting next to Maxwell who looked traumatized.
"Are you alright?" Devron asked.
Maxwell shook his head. "No...I-" Devron grabbed the young private with an arm and pulled him close.
"Your okay Maxwell...your okay..."
Maxwell began to sob into Devrons side.
...
8 hours...it took 8 hours to get back to New York. Maxwell had fallen asleep and the rest of the troops looked exhausted.
The helicopters landed in the middle of the night back at base.
Devron tapped Maxwell on the shoulder. The young private slowly opened his eyes. "We home yet...?"
Devron smiled. "Yeah...we are. Come on, let's go." The monster stood up, along with Maxwell and excited the helicopter into the night.
Elliot stood there waiting for them, halfway through a cigar.
"Well, I'm thoroughly impressed." Elliot said.
The man then turned to Maxwell. "Leave us boy."
Devron turned to Maxwell and nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"
Maxwell gave him a small smile. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."
The private then turned and walked off.
Elliot sighed. "Maxwells a good kid."
Devron nodded. "Yeah...he is...what do you want?" Devron said with a slight snarl at the end.
Elliot laughed. "You know your going to have to report to me after missions right?"
Devron nodded.
Elliot took another hit of his cigar. "Good then, walk with me."
Elliot turned and began to walk. Devron reluctantly followed.
"So." Elliot took another puff of his cigar. "What happened in Iran."
Devron stopped, letting out a snarl. "What happened? I should be asking why the hell you sent me there!" Devron exclaimed.
Elliot turned. "Why's that exactly?"
"You sent me and Lindsey's company to a strategic position that would fall into the enemies hands sooner or later." Devron pointed to Elliot. "You KNEW that most of our unit wouldn't make it, but I would."
Elliot took another hit of his cigar. "Go on."
"Is that why you sent me to Iran? To see if I would survive?" Devron asked.
Elliot shook his head. "No Devron, I sent you to Iran for two reasons. One to eliminate that general and win us the war, and two to test your skills in the field. I knew you'd survive, I just wanted to see what you could do. And that just so happened to be the only location where U.S.C.S.A troops were located. I couldn't send you to a normal battlefield."
Devron wanted to be angry but he knew that Elliot was right.
"Your mad at me because Lindsey died, simple." Elliot said.
"How do you even know about all that?" Devron asked.
Elliot laughed. "You don't think my own officers report back to me?"
Devron sighed. "What do you gain off me telling you events that you already know?"
Elliot shook his head, taking out the cigar from his mouth and stomping on it with his foot.
"I already got what I want."
"And that is?" Devron asked.
"The knowledge that your kind can form emotional attachments."
Devron scoffed. "What?"
Elliot sighed. "Some bullshit checklist the government needs filled out to make sure that you monsters are safe for the rest of the population...anyways, your dismissed, go home."
Devron glared at him. "What about the nuke, the war?"
Elliot shrugged. "That was the only one they had, and the wars over, we nuked the capital."
Devron shook his head. "Why'd they use their only nuclear weapon on that base then?"
The man chuckled. "Well, to kill you...obviously."
"Now go get some rest, you'll be needing it."
Elliot turned and began to walk away.
Devron turned as well, making his way towards the gate that lead to the forest.
The guards opened the gate and Devron began a mad sprint to his house.
Upon arrival he slammed his door shut, nearly breaking it in the process. He threw off his robe and stomped over to the couch. He tried to contain his anger. But he couldn't and grabbed the couch and threw it at the door, breaking it in half. He then widely slashed at the coffee table before collapsing on top of it in a sobbing mess.
These past few weeks had changed his life...for the worse. He had regrettably formed attachments, which had come at a cost. He was now collapsed on his coffee table, sobbing over the loss of a human. Why was he like this? He knew early on he should have ignored his feelings towards the two humans. He couldn't help it, and he still can't. Devron decided the best course of action would be to cut himself off from Maxwell.
But he cant do that to Maxwell, or himself.
"Fuck..." Devron groaned.
He thought that maybe just for a day that Lindsey would steer him off the path that the military wanted for him. That he could retire and settle down somewhere.
What a fool he was. But that's okay, he's still young. And the anger of loss couldn't stand. He needed something to take his anger out on.
Devron chuckled. He was an idiot. All he had to do was cooperate. Cooperate, and he'd get to kill countless humans.
Devron smiled, enough opposing Elliot. From now on, he would do whatever that man asked of him.
He'd be the governments own little toy...
...
2034
New York
Elliot typed away at the computer in front of him, eager to get his report done.
A loud knock at the door caused him to stop and cursed under his breath.
"Come on in Devron..."
The door opened, and in stepped Devron. Elliot chuckled as he saw him. He was dressed as if it was a battle.
"Sit down Devron, I called you down here for a reason."
Devron nodded, and sat down in a chair on the other side of the table.
Elliot cleared his throat and spoke. "The wars been over for two years. And in these two years, you've been doing counter-terrorist operations...and complaining about how boring they are."
Devron nodded. "Yes sir...they are quite easy."
Eliot grinned. "So you want a challenge? Well we got one for you."
Devron perked up. "Yes sir?"
Eliot's grin widened. "The government wants to expand the amount of monster subjects at their disposal. You have far exceeded our expectations, we need more monsters."
Eliot continued. "Now, there aren't any monsters left on the surface that we know of. However, underground? Well we've estimated a population of at least 500,000 in Mt.Ebott."
Devron chuckled. "So I'm going to retrieve monsters?"
Eliot nodded. "Your soul as the ability to enter, and exit the barrier. You can also bring people through the barrier if you so please."
Eliot took a cigar from his pocket and a lighter and lit the cigar.
"Considering the government has plans to integrate monsters into our society, you aren't just going to kidnap monsters."
Eliot took a long hit of his cigar. "So, negotiate with the king. Tell him of ours plans to free his kind, get him on your side. He will have no choice to obey you if he wants the barrier broken."
Devron nodded. "When will I head out?"
"Two weeks, I'll give you more details tomorrow. For now, your dismissed."
Devron stood up with a smirk. "I'm on it General."
THE END...
A/N
Hello there, so I know that story was a bit short. Let me explain.
This story is a prequel to a larger, more ambitious story I am making, as I've stated before. Devron, Elliot and Maxwell will be present however won't be the main focus of the story?
Why? What's the story about, when will it come out?
Well, you'll just have to wait. I'll try to have that first chapter out soon though.
Have a good day or night!