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Chapter 1: Prologue.


The sky was the color of clotted blood. Raven Roth always hated the skies on Nemaru, it always reminded her of herself. "Roth, your father wants you."

Another demon squinted his bloodshot eyes at her. She shook her head in disgust. "What does he want?"

"I ain't your messenger, girlie." The demon used his overly long tongue to lick his eyeball. He hissed, "I'm not coming back without ya'. Your pa would most likely murder me, he would."

She rolled her eyes. Male demons were such twits, and the females were not much better. "Fine, you slime ball."

She folded her ash-colored wings against her frail body, and her beautiful purple eyes glowered. "Get in there."

"Shut up," she barked. She was probably the only purple-eyed, purple-haired demon in all of Nemaru. All the other females had glowing red eyes and long, shimmering black hair. The males were disgusting creature; they had wings like bats, bulging eyeballs and slimy, blue-grey skin. It made Raven sick just looking at the males. "Or, I may just slaughter you myself."

The demon-hold was called Nigaru. It was placed in the southern half of the continent, so the demon's could prepare their weapons. That was the way it was now. "Little miss, I am your father's main assistant. He would not be pleased."

"Trigon would not grieve your death," she muttered. Seeing her father was becoming a little nerve-racking, even for her. Ever since the war had began, he had become even more enraged. "You know that he only cares for his own wellbeing."

"That may be so," he smiled. His teeth were covered with fungus that had changed his teeth to colors of yellow and green. "But, he wouldn't be a proper demon if he didn't."

Her soft black heels clicked rhythmically against the ground as she walked, she could hear her father's assistant, Barbilos, laboring beside her. There was screams of pain echoing out of her Trigon's room, and she gulped nervously. Barbilos stopped dead in his tracks. "Are you coming or what?"

"I would rather not," he yelped. Without a second glance, he ran down the hallway. "Good luck, Roth."

A eternity ago a war began between angels and demons. Nobody was exactly sure how or why the war started, but it took the realm with full-force. Everything was destroyed; the creatures that had once existed were all gone. All that were left were the angels and demons. There war still raged on, stronger than ever. "Thanks a hell of a lot."

"Come in daughter." Trigon had obviously sensed her presence. She stepped into the room and cringed at the smell of rotting flesh. On the floor lay the bodies of poor angels, unlucky enough to have been caught by the raft of Trigon. Her feet quickly stepped over the mutilated, tortured bodies and heaps of white feathers.

"What is it father," she asked. Even though she had always tried to be fearless, her father still frightened her. The angel bodies made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. Raven Roth was gifted with something that other demons did not have; she had a heart.

"My reign is coming to a end," he grumbled. His skin was covered with a frosty layer of perspiration and saliva from his long tongue. He licked his face continuously with her overly-long tongue. "It is time for you to take a mate, so when I die, you will be ready to take over the demons control."

It was necessary for a demon to have a mate before they took control over the empire. That way, the demon leader could produce heirs to the thrown. "Father, male demons are disgusting scum."

Trigon's hideous face contorted. "What do you mean by that, child."

"All males except you," she growled. His face didn't relax. Trigon was not stupid, he knew when he had been insulted.

"I have sired you for one reason alone." His face was still contorted in rage. It was before noon, and she had already managed to aggravate him. "You will find a mate and soon!"

She scowled, "Yes, father."

"You're dismissed." She left the room with her head held high. This was a average day in her world. There was no use showing any useless feelings. Her emotions would not be released upon the world.

"So, you're not dead." Barbilos was waiting for her outside of her fathers room. His voice seemed to hold a hint of disappointment. "I am surprised."

"Get out of my sight," she muttered. In one swift movement she had her arm wrapped around his soggy neck. "Or, I'll eat you right here and now."

'I refuse to mate with theses idiotic creatures,' she thought. 'I may be a demon myself, but I am nothing like these vermin.' The only male demon she knew besides her father was Barbilos, and she would never take him as a mate. "You can't do that, I have five offspring and one in the makin'."

They were to dumb to even talk in whole sentences. She left Barbilos behind her, and stared at the walls surrounding the demon fortress. It was forbidden for a female to leave the demon's domain. They were apparently to feeble to allow to roam free with all the angels ready to kill. "This place is a living hell."

There was many times that she wished that she could sneak out of the Demons fortress. Everything here was so constricting. She turned her head at the sound of a squealing female demon. She screeched, "my mate, my mate."

"It was funny how the demon's were meant to sound so incredibly evil," she mused. They were carrying the bodies of the lost demons into the village. It was like staring into a sea of blood. "They kill more than we ever had."


Garfield Logan a dreamy, messy angel lay in bed. His soft snores pierced the afternoon air ever-so-softly. In his dreams he lay in a soft misty meadow, staring at all the female angels at his side. Suddenly, one of the females screeched "Yo."

The voice was to low to ever belong to any female. He twisted his face to look at her. "S'up."

"Yo," she cried again. There was definitely something wrong with this picture. All the female angels screamed, "Wake up, ya' annoying, little grass stain."

He woke with a start and was now staring at Victor Stone's face. He jumped away, startled by the sudden intrusion. "What?"

"We're going to be late, man." He threw the soft angel robe at Gar. That was the uniform they were forced to wear, but most of their jobs were fairly easy. If you saw a demon, you slaughtered it. He had found it amazingly difficult, until he saw how heartless the demons were. The horrible creatures tore everything apart without a second thought.

"He yawned, "late for what?"

"The party," he chuckled. The angels never realized that they were amazingly similar to the demons. They murdered each other, and they would kill anything that got in the way of killing each other. "I knew you would forget."

The angel squad had killed over one thousand demons in the past year. That was definitely a cause to celebrate in there success. There team had slaughtered more demons, then all the other squads combined. Kori, Richard, Victor, and he made a fantastic team. "Dude, I've got to get ready."

"You might want to hurry," he smirked. Gar tumbled out of his bed in a frenzied hurry, and ran the brush through his green hair. His strange coloring made him different then all the other angels, but many said that his coloration was a gift, so he accepted it. "Rich is looking awfully pissed."

He cried, "Are Kori and Richard ready?"

"Yep." This made Gar panic only more. His thought wandered to the pair fretfully. They had been married for over five years, and they were still amazingly happy. He definitely wanted to be like that someday. There was never a problem with premarital mating between angels, because they would be thrown exiled if they caught mating before marriage. The angels were the strictest of sorts.

"Crap," he yelped. "I really got to go! Ferryman is going to be mad at our squad, if we're late."

"Don't worry about Ferryman," Victor frowned. Ferryman was the head of all the different squads sent out to kill demons. 'There must be something wrong,' Gar concluded. 'Vic usually would never pass up a teasing opportunity like this.'

Gar joked, "did Ferryman kick the bucket."

"Yes," Vic whispered. Gar had only been kidding, but he could see that his little joke hit the truth straight on. He felt incredibly sad, even though he wasn't very fond of Ferryman. The man was the meanest person you had ever met. "He got executed because he broke a rule."

"Ferryman break a rule," he gasped. "That seems a bit out of character."

"He didn't just break any rule." Vic tilted his head. "He broke The Forbidden Line rule."

The Forbidden Line rule prohibited anything social between the angels and demons. If you said more than a couple of sentences to a demon, then your head was instantly cut off. "I can't seem him talking to a demon, he hates them."

Most never said anything to a demon before removing the creatures heads. He himself never questioned his behavior towards the horrible creatures. They were nothing but trouble, and they killed sententiously. There never was any time for any speaking. He couldn't imagine them having much to say, anyway. "We better go."


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