Prologue- Part 2
He took the woman with Him, against her will. They arrived in His quarters and He sat her down and undid her chains. She looked up at him in suprise and wondered if He cared for her safety. After He went and sat down at a table and took a sip of wine from His glass and then stared off. She slowly stood up and headed for the door,
"No..."
His voice seemed to pierce her heart and she sat back down.
"What is your name?"
He asked, still staring into nothing.
"N,n,Nevan. My name is Nevan."
She stuttered.
"Nevan,"
He said then looked at her,
"It's a beautiful name. Honestly"
He didn't know if she believed him, but he didn't care. She looked confused and said,
"Thank you...I guess...I mean...yes...thank you."
He kindly nodded and asked,
"Whats it like? Being human, able to care?"
"Excuse me?"
"Just...answer...the question. Please"
She didn't know how to answer so she stayed silent. Seconds later, He rushed up from his chair and grabbed her shoulders and squeezed without even meaning to.
"Answer me!"
Nevan stared into the Demons' eyes and her eyes swelled with tears. He had done it again. He had lost control and exploded on another being again. He loosened His grip and looked away.
"I'm...sorry"
Nevan didn't know what to think. If she should be scared or relieved. He went to sit down and she went and comforted him.
"You're a handsome devil..."
He looked up and wondered what she was doing...
The next day creeped upon Him. He woke up to the sound of a loud scream. He ran through the mirror-door into Bolverks room. What He saw changed the way He looked at his comrades forever. Bolverk had stabbed the lady with his katana, the Yamato. She was bleeding for numerous slashes and stabs on her body as she lay limp on the floor.
"What have you done!"
He ran and slammed Bolverk into the wall to the right of them causing him to drop his sword. Bolverk seemed unphased by his attack and glared into His eyes and answered,
"The bitch wouldn't make me breakfast...so I did what was necessary."
He roared and threw Bolverk clear across the room, picked up the Yamato and lunged forth with the sword. Bolverk yelped in pain as the sword went through his shoulder, pinning him to the wall.
"What! Why! You would have done the same!"
"No, thats where you are wrong,"
He explained as he slowly twisted the Yamato.
"I awoke this morning feeling something I have never felt before. Justice! You will fall by my hands but by your own sword, how sad."
Bolverk was confused at His sudden change of heart.
"This entire kingdom will fall to the wrath of I, The Dark Knight, who awoke one day to justice! Now, die!"
He shouted as he pulled the Yamato out of Bolverks shoulder and slammed it into his left eye, killing him. He pulled the sword out, grabbed the sheath and put it away. He walked back into his room, grabbed his sword and marched into another mirror-door which led him to a battlefield. He awoke late that day and the war had already started. He couldn't tell who was winning, it was too close. He slammed it fist into the mirror-door frame shattering it and the door itself. He jumped down off of the ledge he was standing on and was just yards away from the war to determine the fate of Hell and of the Human Plain. He pulled Yamato out of its sheath and grabbed His own sword over his shoulder and yelled as he charged forth into the battle field...
