Interlude: Exordium of Fall
Smoke. The first thing Slaine noticed was the smoke.
Then came the ash, floating into his line of vision, falling from the sky like snow. In the distance, red light flashed over the capital walls, burning, and blazing until even the sky was infulged.
It's hot, too hot. Red turns to black.
The wall has burned.
That was when the screaming starts up. The screams of the damned, who would be forgotten for eternity.
Red and white were clouding his vision. His father was on the ground- broken, his pale, trembling fingers reaching out toward him. There was blood everywhere, on his mouth, on his hands, blooming on his chest.
It bubbled up at his lips when he spoke, "Run. Slaine…"
Then… then...-
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-A/Z-
On that day, the world had been proud to proclaim that they had put an end to a demon country, wiping it from the map, and all the people inside.
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Slaine had been running.
And the red flames ate everything.
-A/Z-
A half-breed was common in this world. Humans and demons coexisted and mingled freely, even in the most intimate of ways. Human beings weren't exactly "pure" anymore. Everyone at some point in their family, had gotten the blood of a demon into their veins- the only difference was how diluted it was. Some said that the holy retribution from God would fall one day, but most people simply disregarded it, classifying it as nothing more than religious babble.
Inaho didn't have extra limbs or strange coloring. His family tree did not have many demon-kin in it, making him as close as a human one could get. He was really plain compared to most people, with only his high spiritual power to show for his demon blood.
But spiritual power wasn't something which could be seen with the naked eye, which in his opinion, was a pretty good advantage.
This Slaine on the other hand...
He had found him at the black market.
A place where it was common to see orphans being sold as slaves or pets, to be used for pleasure and other things. It was a practice that disgusted Inaho. So when he had seen Slaine being hauled onto a betting block with confused, innocent eyes, he had concluded that the half-breed knew nothing about its situation, and had instinctively intervened without calculating the risks.
So basically, he'd stolen a slave.
But this was a lawless and rotten world. If he could hit seven slave traders without breaking a sweat to obtain the half-breed child, he had won the boy in the eyes of most people.
He probably enjoyed the fight too. It had been interesting to be honest.
-A/Z-
And thus, the gears started to turn, spiraling toward madness and destruction.
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