Chapter 2

Heart

A few hours before, out in the woods a couple miles off from the laboratory the infamous General was walking down a faded pathway, with two guards behind in toe. Holding iron spears in their hand, and walking next to each other in step. You’d think the two perfect disciplined soldiers with their in-sync walk and heads held high with a serious and hard expression across their faces. Though you see, the two men were superstitious, who wouldn’t be in a time of war against myth and magic? Their chattering quickly began.

“Hey.” the one on the left whispered. “Hey, man! Did you hear about the demon destroying all the government facilities in the area?”

The soldier on the right, glanced at him and scoffed.

“You mean the demon that has been slaughtering people and leaving messages in blood?”

The man nodded.

“They call him The Demon of Mist! Because he attacks by shrouding the area in his thick purple mist and killing them with weapons of the same color in likeness... And no one ever survives.”

The right soldier looked at him.

“No survivors, eh?”

The left soldier nodded with excitement, but the other just laughed.

“Then where did the stories come from?”

This made him stumble on his words, only letting out a stutter.

“N-No! I’m telling you he’s real! Right General? We could even see him tonight! They say he’s after the Project!”

The General, silent through this whole conversation stopped in his path and looked back to his two guards. His eyes were deep, empty, and shrouded in darkness from the sights of war. Brown hair unkempt and messy, dressed in his official army attire.

“Enough! Enough out of you both.” He shook his head in disappointment and annoyance.

“There is no way this Demon of Mist if he even exists! Could get into the lab in which the weapon is held in. Because there is only one way in.”

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He held up a key from a necklace around his neck.

“To which I am the only person, besides the head of the lab that has this key.”

Suddenly the faces of the soldiers that looked content from the General’s response contorted into one of fear. Dropping their spears almost immediately as a purple mist surrounded the area and a deep voice responded from behind the General in his ears.

“Thank you.”

A dark hand reached across him and snapped the key off the thin chain around his neck. The soldiers stumbled back, falling on their asses afraid, while the General whipped around to look at who appeared, with the mist. Were the stories that the soldier was telling truly fact?

“Who are you?”

The man was dangling the key in his middle finger through the hole at the top. He looked to the General with an eerie smile that stretched across his face. Dimples on either side and vibrant purple hair. His skin was a dark tan and he had a long demonic tail behind him swaying from side to side. Three half arrows in a line varying in size from small to large from the bottom to the top on the left side of the tail. His violet eyes looked in the direction of the General and he shrugged, creating a purple spear in likeness to the soldiers in his other hand. Propping it against his shoulder.

“I’m Zachary Heart, though what was it you were calling me before?” He asked looking at the soldiers. “The Demon of Mist… I like that too.”

The demon's gaze went back onto the General.

“Hi, I need your clothes now.”

The general didn’t know how to even respond to this. He wants his… Clothes?

“I’m not giving you my clothing!”

The Gerenal was very serious on his protest, even holding his jacket together and backing away from him. Zachary just looked down at his own clothes, a black suit and tie. This made him shake his head.

“Well I can’t just waltz in there like this, can I?”

The soldiers all gave each other glances. Zachary sighed.

“I had a feeling you were going to protest, very well.”

He spun around the spear in his right hand then hit the General hard on the head, who would instantly black out. Normally Zachary was used to dealing with fights, but he struck three people by surprise. Afterall no matter how important or famous a person is they are still just people. So the General went out like a light. Zachary just began taking his outer clothes off and putting them overtop of his own. It wasn’t anything fancy, it was regular old camo attire with a name stitched in. The name Chris, so that was the General’s name. How basic, Zachary thought.

The two guards that were with him were shaking in their own boots seeing Chris get knocked so easily. But Zachary didn’t pay them much mind.

“Tell your friends your hope isn’t lost. Believe it or not I want my own kind out of this planet just as much as you do. But with Lilly in your hands its just not going to work out that way.”

He began walking onward with hands in his pockets, the spear that was once there now vanishing.

“Too-da-loo!”

He hummed a soft tune as he made his way to the lab, wearing the clothes of the General and planning to break into the lab. He began pulling at the stitching of the name, then burning it off with magical fire. He wasn’t going to impersonate the general, he was going to replace him.