In the year 2012 hell broke free to run wild over the earth, the lands themselves tearing open as the beasts only found in the darkest of nightmares spewing forth. At the same time Heaven’s gate opened as Angel’s poured from the sky, so beautiful and yet cloaked in power fought to control it while the Third Kingdom, also known as humans, fought to survive the chaos. Cities were destroyed and left in ruin in less than days, lush forests burned to the ground and into wasted ash while the blood of the Three Kingdoms suffocated any new life trying to grow while the battles dragged on for years with no side gaining any ground and humans struggled to remain, without much hope. Almost 300 years later the war was still going between the Angel’s and the Demons, humans close to being wiped off the remains of a world once known as earth.
In a place once known as New York, the name having been forgotten long ago by the last of the humans since they could no longer able to read, our story begins. Demons took control of the city, taking their time in killing the last of the human’s for sport and pleasure while Angel’s did their best to protect them with little luck. Though unable to read, write, or do half of the things they were able to do 300 years before humans learned how to stay alive, what type of Demons had which attacks and where the Angels stayed in case they needed help. The Angel’s began different attempts, different ideas, on the humans from training them to weapons to even teaching them how to control magic. It was learned that only ten out of a thousand humans were able to control Angel magic, these humans being taken in to be trained as any young Angel would. It was harsh and cruel training but the results were Warriors capable of bringing down demons on their own.
But I digress now; I said our story started in New York yes?
In what was once known as New York Park, the plants having long since over grown and spread out across most of the city by then, two figures clashed in a battle. One was clearly a demon with bright red skin, a cross between a wild boar and a human. Its face bore the shape of a pigs with two pure white tusks curling out from its top lip – which at the moment were pulled back in a snarl – and hooves for feet that did not hinder the beasts movements at all. The demon’s chest was human in shape which moved into human like arms and hands, in the left holding a tree trunk like a club. There were a number of cuts along its skin though that gushed out blood as red as its skin; running down the large body to soak into the loincloth it wore as clothing and seep into the ground.
The pig man’s opponent was human though and didn’t have a single mark on him. In both of his hands the young looking male held onto something that looked as though it was made of pure light, holding into the shape of a sword. His hair was a soft blonde color that looked nearly white in under the pale moonlight; looking almost windblown that perhaps was the result of the battle. Or else his hair always looked like that. Just under the light hair were focused hazel eyes with specks of blue and green around the pupils, burning with some deep emotion that couldn’t be placed. What parts of his skin that could be seen under his strange clothing and armor was pale and seemed to hold a faint glow about it, as though he had never seen a single day of sun in his life.
The end result was clear to both of them but still the boar demon did not yield to its fate as it opened his mouth wide to scream its hate and rage at the young human before it charged forward, throwing the tree at him in the same moment it lowered the massive tusks. The human did not even blink as he rushed forward as well, turning the sword toward his left side. Within inches of the tree he swung it upward, slicing the tree in half to show the demon coming at him from the other side but in the same movement the human swung his arms back down. The blade cut through the demon’s flesh as easily as cutting through a rotten apple, the human only having enough time to close his eyes before he was covered in the burning hot blood that came as a result of slicing the boar clean in half and traveling between the two.
The two parts of the demon fell to the ground, twitched for several seconds before at last becoming still as death. The human remained tense for several minutes longer however before the blade of light disappeared into nothing, the young blood covered male relaxing. He shook himself like a wet drop, sending a shower of blood drops every which way before reaching up to try and wipe away the blood from his eyes so he could see once more. With not even a backward glance at his fallen foe the human boy started walking forward, not even making a sound though he wore heavy armor like boots. He never said a word, never looked away from straight ahead and didn’t show any emotion on his face at all now.
For nearly thirty minutes the human walked through the over grown forest before coming to what had once been a large lake near the center of the ‘park’. Now, perhaps the result of the shifting land from earthquakes over the years, the lake bubbled and steamed like one large hot spring. He looked to the right for a second and then the left before he turned and started walking along the shore toward the right. Only after a couple minutes the human male came to an area that was surrounded by boulders, forming a small pool like area. He paused and looked around the spot for a minute or so before moving toward the edge of the water. Removing one of his gauntlets the boy bent down on one knee and stuck a finger into the water, removing it quickly. He poked the water once more but this time left his finger in, testing how hot the water was but seeing as the skin on his finger wasn’t melting off then it seemed to be okay to bathe here.
Micah stood up once more, gave one last look around before reaching up to tug on the string the held the wing like scarf – really it could pass as shoulder pads as well, it may look easy enough to tear but it could withstand a sword attack – together, removing it to hang it up on a tree nearby. Next came the belt and then his form fitting, no sleeve shirt both of which he tossed back onto the branch as well. The boots took Micah a minute to get out of, the heavy boots making a small cloud of dirt when he threw them to the side until the only thing left were the tight pants which didn’t even last twenty seconds before they joined the rest leaving the 20 year old male naked.
Reaching up Micah ran both of his hands through his blonde hair as he walked slowly into the heated water, inch after inch of pale skin disappearing under it until he was waist deep in it. Micah cupped his hands together, watching the water pool into his hands for a moment before whispering something in the language of the Angel’s. The water around him shifted before rising up, moving like an aquatic snake as it arched over his head where it stopped. The tip of the arch suddenly started to let water drops rain down over Micah’s head, acting like a shower. With a sigh Micah ran his fingers through his now wet hair as the gore of the earlier battle was washed away into nothing and helped him to lower his guard, relaxing for the first time in months.