For ten centuries the world has been under the rule of the most hated king known to man. Many have tried, but he could never be dethroned. He was the most powerful demon since the beginning of time, and no matter what hit him, he would just laugh: his way of showing his enemy he had half a second to counter. There has only been one person who hasn't died so far...
Our story takes place about fifteen years ago in a very peaceful town. In this town lived a family of four: a mother, a father, a brother and a sister. This family was different from the others in the town: they were all descendants of the Shadow Demons; a lost race of the most powerful demons other than the king.
Zane, a boy at the age of five back then and the oldest child of the family, was playing outside on that faithful day. He had many friends back then: all of them being the children of Organization Storm: the group of warriors, led by Zane's father, who conspired against the king. They would've all grown up to follow their fathers' footsteps if they weren't all murdered that day.
Screams could be heard in the outskirts of town. Soon after, a young lady missing an arm limped to where Zane and the other boys were playing, telling them that soldiers were going to kill all the family members of Organization Storm and for them to run home as fast as possible. Before she could finish her sentence, they all ran as fast as they could. It wasn't pretty for Zane when he got home, though.
Before Zane could open the door, he could hear the screaming of his mother. "Mom!" Zane rushed into his house, but it was too late. His mother fell to the floor with a sword in her back. The soldier who killed her looked at Zane with an evil look in his eyes. Zane ran as fast as possible to his sister's room; barely dodging the soldier's blade. He was too late once again, for his sister fell to the floor the same way his mother did. His father soon came behind Zane; telling him to run away and not to stop no matter what. Zane listened to his father's words and got out of the house.
Once he got out of his house, he crashed into another soldier. Before he got a chance to run away again, he was lifted by his neck. In order to torture him before he killed him, the soldier slashed Zane's eyeballs. Zane bit the arm of the soldier, which caused him to release his grip. He then ran away and didn't stop, except for when he would occasionally crashed into others. He didn't stop until he reached a forest a few miles away from the town.
Fifteen years later, Zane was laying down in the forest he had ran to as a child; his head turned towards the sky. Ever since that day, he couldn't see out of his eyes, but he got used to moving like he could see anyway. To cover his eyes, he kept a black piece of cloth over his eyes. He had become stronger since that faithful day, and he had some pretty close encounters in the past fifteen years, but that's a story for a different time. What Zane didn't know was that this day would be possibly the best day in his life.
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