As the orphanage went up into flames, the children died pitiful deaths. The Dust and cinder that mixed and plumed as it engulfed the air killed them slowly. They coughed out spit and stomach lining as their throats were filled with ash. Some were unable to cough at all and died with their throats packed with vomit. Two boys walked resolutely through the sounds of death. One of them was a boy with rusty auburn hair and resolute eyes. He walked with fierce legs through the burning air, pulling along a small child that shared his hair, but whose eyes were filled with confusion and sadness. "Big brother, where are we going?" The older boy didn't answer. He just kept walking. It would be hours before they slowed, but when they did it wasn't due to want. It was due to the call of death. With eyes filled with water and legs waddling from tiredness the older boy slowed considerably. He looked behind at his little brother and with grit forced his legs to move. He stepped once , he stepped twice, then fell to the ground. He moved no more. -------------------------- A Dark fantasy following the life of the man who would be Demon King Rated R