As they sat and discussed the looming threats that has descended upon the city, they came to be sharing something quite common, simple food. They each traded and said they didn’t like the food they had but it was lies. It was something that brought them together for a simple moment within the army, they were something a lot more than they were before. After finishing eating, they left their stuff in the corner in a broken bin that was there, they had some down time while the Commander was planning the next move of attack.

They began to talk about each other but the young master kept things hidden from her but a slight smile hovered over their faces, after, they both were caught to the attention of a large explosion that had happened closer into the town square. He rose to his feet and caught something out of the corner of his eye, something that seemed to be emanating from a particular person, more so the large explosion came from a magical disperse. This disperse was the Grand Marshal, engaged in combat. He closed his eyes and an aura became him, the lieutenant watched as he pinged, in a sense. More so he sent converted pulses of magical energy throughout the city, picking up on different people and the epicentre of where most of the explosions were coming from.

When he had realised that both commands, enemy and ally were engaged in battle. His eyes opened and he looked at her.

“I need to make my leave, I’ll mark some places on the map quickly where our troops should form and band together.” His speech was rushed and a sense of haste came about him.

She handed him a map and he marked on it certain sectors of the city, those being the ones which had taken the least damage and had sustained the most losses, the places were the fighting had ceased and it was more likely to be used as an escape route and travel routes to access other places easier. After doing so, he made his way out of the broken window and was on the inn roof, he quickly dashed across it and made his way through over the buildings.

The city had become even more destroyed and ruined than before but a lot of the buildings still stood, the large clock towers were standing and the church had barely been touched, the Imperials wouldn’t consider condemning the falseness of their own god which everyone worshipped in their different ways. He slid and stopped right before the edge of the bottom row of houses and he could see the fight ensuing on between the enemy commander and Holland.

The sparks of both swords colliding with each other and the loud, boisterous laugh was heard, mocking the enemy commander with the eye patch, seemingly it had been taken off and something else was revealed in the way. An eye with a purple marking inside of it. Even from this distance, he could tell that something else was wrong with this and he quickly jumped down and landed in the street, rushing past two soldiers and appearing on the main square. As he did so, he saw a large bellowing man come flying towards him.

His hand quickly moved and he put out an energy barrier, stopping the Grand Marshal from taking damage and he landed in his full white plate armour, some of it cracked. They looked at each other and smiled. He then rolled his eyes and exclaimed.

“Alright, alright. Have your fun! I can’t be bothered anyway!” He flicked him away with his hand and the Grand Marshal yawned, seemingly not even caring that he probably had been landed a blow on. The youngster took a step forward and saw the enemy captain returning his sword to his holster and he made his way up to him.

They stood a metre apart and he spoke towards him, the sense in his voice screamed something that was murderous but at the same time it wasn’t human, it was a possessive voice that was certainly trying to domineer over the own persona he had created.

“I’ve heard rumours, kid. That young whore who runs this pathetic regime, holds something of a monster within her ranks, I assume; that is you.” A grin shuffled towards the top of his face and the young master spoke back.

“I thought the Imperial army didn’t allow, you’re kind.” He said this with a certainty that he knew what the other was, calm and collected and moving himself left slightly.

Both were toeing off and attempting to clock each other’s movements without making a mere sound. A chuckle came from the eye patched figure, planting his foot and became in a stance, holding his sword to his hand and waiting.

“I’m an exception.” A eviller smile rose to the surface.

“Is that so?” The young master replied almost waiting for something.

“Well, Mr. Merizal. Put it to the test what they say about your family.” It became a sport of how amused this hairy figure was commenting on the background knowledge of the young master.

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“If that’s what you wish, Lord Neteros.” The ending response that kicked off the feud between two people that had the capacity to destroy the city in one go.

The young blue haired kid decided to stand and not make a move. Neteros kicked it off, he quickly dashed towards him and swung his sword, a magical slash came towards him, the kid batted it away with a simple flick of his hand and then a sword came near to his face, he stopped it with his fingers tips and then attempted to punch the male through his armour. Much to his knowledge he dispersed the sword and fell back.

They circled each other, the kid with his hands in his pockets and the enemy commander waiting to strike, dancing; an art of war that slowly was becoming something much more than just war. This fiendish being took out his sword again and lunged towards him, taking quick swipes which he dodged bit by bit and moved left, right, back and even past him, avoiding the strikes. He stood behind him, back to back.

Once again, he released the sword and instead turned around, throwing punches; his fists seemed to be ignited and covered in something, a purple aura and he began to dodge them with ease. The young master then moved past one of them, his speed seemingly increasing and his knee came to the stomach, connecting with it and sending him flying into the building which was behind him. The crash of the building caused it to collapse on him and he shrugged, turning around.

His senses flared and he looked back, the rubble had been disintegrated and this fiendish being stood with marking on his arm and his armour and been cracked due to the sheer force of the knee connecting to his amour. The purple markings covered all of his face and left one eye revealed and a large devilish scream came from him, a dark purple blaze covered him and he sprung toward the young master. His fist connected with his face and he was dragged down through the snow then thrown into a building like the fiend was.

He came into contact with the building and didn’t feel anything but rubble falling on him. He sat in the rubble and shrugged, his aura protecting him from any damage and he sighed. His release a burst of energy and it exploded and he walked out brushing the dust and debris off him. The coat he had on became slightly ripped so he unbuttoned it and took it off, tightening his tie, making sure he didn’t need to adjust himself again.

Another scream came out as the man that once was had been consumed by these purple markings and large serrated teeth covered his mouth and his opposite eye had become feral and rogue to its senses. The young master’s eyes glowed white and turned from sky blue; his aura lit up more and his whole body became covered in a blue aura that began to shake the ground as he sighed, releasing more of his energy.

In almost an instant, they came into contact and a barrage of punches had landed into the purple figures entire being, the punches so fast that it barely had time to react to them and then a kick to the head after dodging its claws came to his head, sending it flying into the air. It came to it’s senses and before it did, it saw the shirted male above him, the young masters hand was glowing dark blue and electricity seemed to be sparking off it, it smashed into the stomach of the beast and sent into crashing into the ground at an unreal speed. It connected with the snow and sent it flying, cracking the ground too and it laid there, twitching.

He landed on the floor and twisted on his heel, looking over at the demonic figure. It slowly rose and was heavily damaged, almost finished due to how much torment it had taken by just a single punch charged with the basic energy of the young kid. It rushed towards him again, it’s speed seemingly increased but it was stopped by a mere finger.

A word was said as the young master looked at it.

“Decay.”

The purple being began to scream in pain and it was covered by a white light that slowly burnt it away and it flared up, the white fire completely decimating it into ash. The being screamed and the purple mark exploded, letting off a large and fierce shade that began to dissolve into the air. The young master powered down and he finally came to a stop, his body wasn’t barely touched and he was approached by the Grand Marshal who seemingly looked fine too, apart from the broken armour he had also had no damaged done to him. They both gave an intricate look at each other, then one questioned the other; placing a question into his head.

“That guy, was a demonic infused, wasn’t he?” This question was whispered for if the instance of demonic was even mentioned the whole world would turn backwards.

“Yes, it was. We’re lucky that barely anyone else knows, otherwise we’d have a real issue on our hands.” He spoke firmly and softly back to him.

As they walked over, something began to dredge in the young master’s mind, something that he couldn’t really think of as normal. A demonic infused, someone who has demon energy placed inside of them and uses it as a conduit but in this case, not a compatible one and attempted to annihilate the entire place. Luckily, the host was weak. He remembered all too well about these things and knew that if he ever came into contact with a real one, he’d have more trouble on his hands that he’d be able to deal with without trying. If he even tried to think about it, it was too much effort. He didn’t care for something as petty as fighting demons or even to experiencing the lustful act of intercourse with everyone that tried it on him.

Profoundly; he was shocked. He wanted to travel the world and he was, while fighting an ongoing war with the people that once were one. The jacket on the floor he had passed didn’t faze him and he continued to walk with the Grand Marshal, him only slightly laughing, more so forced and complimented with the manly and obnoxious laugh of a man whose age was beginning to show amongst him. If words came into his mouth that he wanted to say, he restricted himself due to the acknowledgment of the prominent issue which would arise. A theory, a lie, a legacy would reveal amongst his feet and he’d be forced to live the life he never wanted to live.

So, it was, the battle was coming to a close but the war was far from over.