Surrounded by a pile of dead, rotting flesh he smiles. His childish innocent smile was extremely cute and gleeful, but it the context it seemed sinister and baleful.

His tiny body, with a sword covered in blood dragging behind him, he walked, stepping over the pile of dead like trash. He let out a slight yawn, and a bored expression emerged on his face, as if nothing in this world was fun anymore.

Suddenly multiple shadows shot down from the skies. Each and every single one of them was dressed in either a silver or white armor.

Raising their weapons, all of them charged at the small child. None of them revealed surprised expression, as they charged at a child. If others knew they would at these grown-ass men, charging at a small child.

Seeing this the child let out another innocent smile. Suddenly the bloody sword, struck out, instantly severing the head of one of the silvered armored men.

Seeing this the others couldn’t help but have fear overtake them. Regardless of their fears, they still charged forth.

The child seemed like a demon god, slaying one after another. The torrent of blood, gushed forth from every single one of their heads. The skies were raining severed human heads, in this battle field.

The sword which seemed completely out of place in the hands of this child, suddenly fit in, almost as if swords were made to be wielded by this child.

Just as the child was about to take another like, the ground below him started to glow. Looking down the child, saw a pentagram. Seeing this, a small frown emerged on the face of the child. He quickly tried to maneuver his way out of the pentagram, but it was no use.

The light from the pentagram shot up in to the skies, forming a light barrier, trapping the child within its confine.

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Although the child was finally subdued, the smile on his face still dint fade.

A man dressed in grey robe appeared in front of the trapped child. With a sarcastic smile on his face he spoke. “Hmph, although it cost us a bunch of soldiers we have finally succeeded. We can finally activate the resurrection pool. I’ve waited for a millennium for this fateful day. Men remember today is the day we make history. Bring the catalyst to the capital. I lack the sufficient equipment to proceed here, so we’ll have to shift it there.”

As the man finished speaking he looked at the child. The child simply stared at the sky, and continued to smile, completely ignoring the grey robed man.

Seeing this the grey robed man couldn’t help but have rage swell up within him. He had been preparing for this day for the past thousand years, and he was not about to let the ignorance of a child ruin the mood.

The light barrier, started shrinking, and eventually became a thick golden-white chain, and started wrapping around the boy.

“Don’t even dream of breaking out from that binding, even if a God wished to break free, it wouldn’t be possible. I’ve been saving it for just this day.” Smirked the grey robed man, as he mocked the child.

The child continued smiling, with blood all over his cloths. Not his blood, but the blood of the fallen.

“Oh god, just shut that child up.” Shouted the grey robed man, to the armored men.

Quickly the armored men threw the child into a small jail cell, and began carrying it to the capital.

Suddenly the child started laughing, hysterically.

“Hahahahaahahaahahahahh” It was a childish laughter that sounded very cute. “How very amusing.” Spoke the child to himself, as he licked his lips.