Chp.1 The beginning of the End

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"Oh God help us!"

"No….No!"

These screams, pleas for help, littered the air of the City of Rotar tonight. Hundreds of bodies laid askew in the once peaceful streets. The once glorious churches were now battlegrounds where humans battled demons. But it was a waning battle. The demon numbers were just too great and the resolve of the human fighters was quickly slipping away. Watching family and friends get slaughtered in front of them, they could only continue to give more ground to the awesome hordes.

In the midst of the hell, one little girl, trying to find her parents, stumbled into a group of demons, hungry for blood. Her small yelps of help and cries for her mother were drowned out by the ravenous growls of hellish ghouls.

But fortune smiled gracefully on this one, as a young woman, shrouded by a blue cape and donning a thin light brown chest plate, a dark brown skirt, and brown fingerless gloves that ran up to her elbows, dropped in unexpectedly.

The demons though thought only as her being a larger meal, seeing as the fragile little one would only be a morsel.

Before the two of them could be surrounded, the elder snapped at the young child, speaking with a youthful sweet vigor, "Go!"

Though mind frozen in fear, instinct took over, and the young child scampered to her feet rushing through the collapsing doorway of demons.

One demon, looking as if a puppet still on strings, reached out to take the little morsel. The mysterious woman, snapped her hand out and a quick bang erupted from a silver weapon in her hand, completely severing the arm from the puppet's shoulder.

Quickly realizing that this woman could pos a threat, they all turned to her and approached her, with small sickles, knives, and shotguns as weapons.

The woman snarled at the encompassing group and decided to strike first to catch them hopefully off guard. She dashed for the first one in front of her. A red colored puppet dangling toward her as if it were still on strings.

The demon blindly did a heavy swing with its sickles but missed her as she jumped over its swung, leg first into the undefended puppet behind him. With a swift kick to the face, she knocked it down and came back and did a sweep kick on the puppet she leaped over. Whipping up her two powerful Sliver handguns, abnormally large handguns mind you, she sent a bullet through both puppet's heads. A twitch and then they seemed to fall apart on the ground.

Now, she had the advantage. In terms of numbers, they won fourteen to one even with the down she took down. But she had blown them out of rhythm and they struggled to find it again. She wouldn't give the chance if possible, to do so would mean certain death. She ran back the opposite direction in an attempt to throw them off even more and just as the one in front of her tried to swipe her head, she slid under him and pointed her guns at him from below. She fired a group of her special magic bullets and then rolled to the left as the puppet fell. Another puppet came and tried to stab her with a knife but in vein.

She rolled forward dodging the stab, and continued the roll, jumping onto the shoulders of another puppet. This one armed with a shotgun. She had to move fast as this one wasn't as stupid as the others. With her legs on the shoulders, she swung herself around the puppets neck firing at as many puppets as possible in her swing then leaned back and flipped the puppet onto its head crushing it. The puppet involuntarily fired the shotgun into a row of other puppets, taking them out.

The woman quickly flipped up and realizing only a handful remained decided on taking them all out at once. She summoned as much soul energy as she could and then tossed the guns up one at a time, with her left hand, she pulled out two silver bullets from a pouch in her blue cape and then with her right hand, grabbed one gun in the air and loaded it with the single bullet then flipped that one back in the air and did the same thing with the other gun.

With the small crowd of nine demons slowly crawling to her with their weapons ready, she pointed the guns to both her left and right, flushed all her charged energy through the guns and spun around like a top firing the two handguns like full automatics. She nailed every demon, save for one with at least ten shots of pure soul energy. The last one dead in front of her was victim to the more powerful portion of her attack. As she finished the single spin, she focused both guns at her last target and flooded all her remaining energy into the guns firing a large blue orb of soul energy that ripped right through the dangling puppet and continued on to hit the wall of a small building, effortlessly destroying it.

Now, with her enemies destroyed she could concentrate on her duties as a fellow Maiden of the Silver, even if she was one of the remaining few. She still had a duty to the people in need. She took off in a mad rush to where everyone else was heading, the sanctity of the Rotar Castle.

But the demons wouldn't allow it. Out of the ground itself, six red symbols emerged and out those six symbols came six enormous goat-looking demons. They easily stood fifteen feet tall each and were packed with lots of physical power in their over bulging muscles. Their large red glaring eyes locked onto her and each of them roared with ear-piercing sharpness.

The girl knew beforehand that she couldn't take on these things! But she also knew she had no choice. So she did the best thing she could do and fired both her handguns at the nearest goat demon.

The bullets merely bounced off the damned thing and it started moving as if it were mockingly laughing. Then like a bellowing train, it roared and charged for her. Its speed startled the woman who couldn't move out the way in time and took the full brunt of its attack. She flew back like the puppets she had just destroyed and slid on the ground, body racked with pain. She almost couldn't sit up, her mind flowed left and right, dizzy from the hit.

She did look up in time to see the thing bellow again, its loud roar echoing through the invaded city, and then charged after her even faster then before. But it seemed that this time it didn't want to stop. It was as if it wanted to show its superiority by running her over with its heavy hooves.

She tried to get up but only found herself falling back down. At first she though this was the end, cringing in fear of it. But the out of the blue she heard this steel on steel sound from behind and looked up to see this orange ball like object hit the goat and explode violently. The explosion erupted like a volcano knocking her back to the ground and the goat clear off its feet.

As the dust past, she coughed once then twice then looked up at the dismembered carcass of the goat demon. The top half of its body laid a distance away while the lower half on nearly right in front of her. She turned back wondering on who was the attacker and also wondered on how she remained unscathed by the attack.

Her eyes caught the shadow figure of a tall man leaning on one leg through the thick wall of dust. She squinted trying to see through the dust and found him. One word left her mouth as she gasped at the sight of him.

"Sieg!"

Sieg Wahrhiet, the man known as the leader of "The Knights of the Dark Glyphs", from recent promotion, also known as the man who single-handedly took down Azrial on two separate occasions, stood limping on one leg as the other was covered with cuts and blood. The white trench coat he usually donned was gone, most likely another victim of this fruitless battle. The silver blade that he preferred to use was now gone like the coat. All he really had to his name now was his shredded gray shirt, and his slashed black pants.

Exhausted from battles in other parts of the city, Sieg, cautiously limped forward. "Arcia…….," He spoke no longer with the youthful energy he usually had, nor the focused and unshakable determination that he usually carried, but with exhaustion and fear. Fear was something Arcia never heard in his voice, ever. "Get behind me……and go to the…..Castle."

Arcia was about to protest, already back up trying to help Sieg but Sieg pushed her aside and said, "Go! I'll…..buy you time!"

Arcia could feel that Sieg had nearly nothing left. Leaving him now would most likely mean death for him but he seemed adamant in his ways and she knew better then to protest like this. She was usually answered with a heavy remark but she always knew he meant well. So she nodded and took of in the opposite direction he faced, heading as fast as possible back to the Castle, praying that Sieg would return.

Sieg sneered at the monstrous Goat demons in front of him and barked, "Who the hell…..do you think you…..are…..invading this place like this!"

The ground around him cracked as he focused the remaining pieces of his Soul energy for the his last Choas Legion. Chaos Legions are creatures that basically serve as attack warriors or bodyguards. A warrior of Sieg's capabilities controlled numerous Chaos Legion Crests each required to summon a different Legion. But if his Soul energy drained with the Crest active, then Crest becomes cracked and unusable for a period of time. Thus was his case. Save for Blasphemy and his Ultimate Crest, he had nothing left and Blasphemy would be the wrong one to use at this moment. So it was time for the other one.

"I don't know who sent you or why you are here but…….you are not welcomed denizens of the NetherWorld!" He screamed standing straight up, ignoring the pulses of pain that rippled throughout his body. He leveled his hands at waist and then cried out in blind fury, "I'll send you back to the Hell from whence you came!" Charging just enough energy for one summon, he rose his left fist into the air, covered with a long orange gauntlet, and then slammed it into the ground. A blot of lighting came down on him and when it disappeared, and enormous floating monster took it's place.

"Perfect Thanatos! Destroy them all!" Sieg commanded to his monster. The massive creature floated for a minute, for it had no legs to hold it up, and scanned the area for its victims. The first one appeared as it came rushing toward it. The smaller goat creature could not tell how powerful this new creature was but it only knew one thing, crush everything.

Thanatos twisted it's elongated neck and whipped its wrathful face to another goat and suddenly disappeared. The first goat stopped, puzzled by the disappearance of it's opponent but quickly turned around upon hearing the blood-curled death cry of another Goatling. All it saw though was a headless body on the ground and the head crushed beside it. The Goatling turned to its other comrades trying to found out what had transpired, but suddenly realized that they were all dead as well. Every Goatling had suffered a wretched death save for itself. Their bodies laid in pieces around it and it could only look forward and see the malicious creature above it, stretching its arms from under it's large shoulder jutting bone wings.

Thanatos grabbed the smaller Goat creature by the shoulders and then brought the two hulking bone wings on its own shoulders down onto the creatures small neck, completely snapping the head from the beast. It's body twitched once then twice and Thanatos merely tossed it away into the ruined city streets. The Grand beast arched it's head to the sky and roared, completely unsatisfied with the kill and then disappeared and then reappeared behind Sieg like a specter.

Sieg waved his hand and Thanatos vanish back into it's crest. Sieg sighed, the battle was won but the war was far from over. They would send another assault even more numerous then this one. And this time, he wouldn't be able to stop it.

Just then, he could hear footsteps from behind him. Had he been in better condition, he would have whipped around and brought his guard up. But he was tired from the battles and didn't have the energy to worry about some type of creature behind him. Yet he slowly turned only to find another warrior, lower in rank, just a knight, walked up to him. With a quick salute, he asked, "Are you okay Legionnator Sieg?"

Sieg sighed again and replied wearily, "I'll live." he had always wondered why people asked that question when they can visible tell that the other person is far from okay. "What about the others?" He asked worried, "How many did we lose?"

The knight seemed to squirm in his silver armor as he thought about the answer. He really didn't want to say. It wasn't exactly morale boosting. But this was his superior.

"We lost roughly over half of our soldiers." The knight admitted.

Sieg made a small grunt sound of disapproval but didn't say anything.

"We also weren't able to save only but a small portion of the population." The knight also admitted. He felt horrible saying that but it was the truth. "We were only able to do so much and even at that we could only save less then six hundred of the twelve thousand residents of Rotar."

Sieg cringed upon hearing that. He couldn't stand the fact that they had lost so many so quickly. His head dropped and he stared at the cold ground. He wished he didn't exist at that moment. Or at least the world around him. How come it couldn't be back to the way it was. When it was him, Delacroix (pronounced De-la-qua or something close.) and Siela, the woman they could both trust. Yet even with that, he could not have a happy life. He quickly pushed back the haunting memories of the past before they could consume him once again. For now, he had a duty to the people of Rotar and yet…….could he do it?

"Sir?"

Sieg barely heard the Knight speak as he broke from his reprieve. "Yes knight?"

The knight seemed to fidget around before asking the question for he knew he was steeping out of boundaries. "Permission to speak frankly ? Sir?"

Sieg nodded and the knight almost rushed through his words nearly overlapping them.

"Sir, the troops, the civilians, we can't continue this fruitless battle any longer! We as a army of god, our confidence is shattered, our faith is wavering with every passing day that we fight. If we continue this course of action we will only be condemning ourselves to die in this dead city!"

Sieg was stunned to say the least. He almost couldn't believe the words that fell from this man's mouth. But because he almost couldn't believe it, he felt similar.

The knight continued in his fervor, whipping his armor clad arms around with the words, "The only reason we are still here is because we are following the orders of the Order by which now lays in ruin! The Order is dead and we have no one to lead! The soldiers are thinking of giving up and making a run for it. Others wish to die right now or wait for the end." The knight shook his head and asked, "Have we been forsaken by God to die in this miserable place? Is this our fate, this place our grave?"

No movement came from Sieg, for by nature he was a lonely man. But……

"I ask you." The knight looked down as well as asked, "Who do we follow? What should we do?"

Sieg knew that as the Lead of the Knights of the Dark Glyphs, he had a obligation to the people of Rotar and to the Order. Whether he liked it or not, he had to lead. But this time it would be different.

"Have any of the other Legionators returned?" He asked first.

The knight nodded and answered, "Yes, Julian and Artemis have returned but the others are either reported death or missing."

Sieg knew both Julian and Artemis. Not as well as he would have hoped under the circumstances but it would have to do. "What about the enemy strength? Have they regrouped for another attack? Or are they still preparing?"

The Knights answer to this was worst then the last. "Scouts have reported a full garrison of enemy demons ready to attack.

"How strong?" Sieg looked up to the sky, almost afraid of the answer.

The knight looked away, "Twenty-five thousand strong at least.

"Twenty-five thousand?" Sieg whispered incredulously. The force they barely took out today was not even five thousand! Why did they want to kill them so badly? Was there something of importance here?

The knight then suddenly busted, "But! But we can still fight!"

Sieg turned to the young knight and watched as he displayed a unique sense of strength.

"We only need someone to follow! Someone to trust and believe in! We would throw ourselves to the wolves! Just give us something to believe in! Our faith is gone, we need something more. Like you." The knight announced.

Sieg wondered at this sudden outcry and thought to himself if maybe one of the others could lead instead. He was more of the loner type, almost always preferring to fight alone. But now was time to change, the people needed something to believe in? They had to believe in themselves and him. They had no other choice, it was now do or die.

"Fine then." Sieg turned to the Knight, suddenly filled with a new surge of energy. No rest for the wicked. "If you will follow me then you must without any objection. No matter the order."

The knight abruptly straightened up and slammed his fist on his plated chest. "Yes Legionator. We will all follow with unquestionable loyalty.

Sieg nodded and made his first order, even as painful as it was, he had no choice if he wanted to live. "Sound the alert, we are leaving Rotar."

The Knight gasped and of course protested, "But sir!-"

Sieg merely shot a look at the Knight and the Knight knew he was dead serious.

"Yes, sir." The Knight replied.

But just as he was about to turn and repeat Sieg's orders, Sieg whispered to himself, "If only I could find out who the master of these demons is then we could have a better chance."

The knight remembered that he had overheard some demons actually speaking and heard something about a master. He turned back to Sieg and said, "I think I know who he is. Or it."

Sieg motioned him to continue and the Knight said, "From what I overheard, they call him the 'Son of Sparda.'"

Sieg commended the knight on the information and waved him off to alert the others. He glanced back to the ruined and soon to be abandoned city of Rotar and repeated, "'The Son of Sparda', eh? Well then 'Son of Sparda'…..We will soon meet and I will have your life for forfeit of the others you have slain." Sieg then briskly turned and left to help with the upcoming evacuation. It was soon to be hell all over again.

Hopefully my information of Chaos legion is correct so far. Any problems either email me or put it in the review. I would prefer email as the review area is mainly for reviewing. I do hope it's interesting. For some reason I don't feel satisfied with it. I don't know. I'm weird. Anyways, I'll try to complete the next chapter by at least the end of next week. Till then farewell.