Narration by: Great God of Loss, Preservation of Stories

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One man stood before another, a knight with set of pure white armor hunched over with his back facing the demon that would have killed the other man. Knights were made to protect the weak, even this pitiable one.

Fire billowed around the two, the knight’s broad stature blocked the flames from even touching the other. Anyone looking at this scene from a distance would no doubt understand the caring heart of the man's defender, but even so if he could only defend, there was no need for him. That was right, the second reason for knights is to vanquish evil.

It would be better if someone could have just stopped the demon’s attacks by now, if he could not even do that, was he really saving anyone? While that knight was preoccupied, the demon pulled its attacks away from him, and towards the crowd he could not protect, and that’s right, he hesitated, he couldn't move. The very next moment…

That knight checked his eyes, he didn't know if he was dreaming, those who should have died due to his hesitation were still standing. Fate had spared them, so to speak, hey had no right to be alive, yet they were. The flames and claws simply disappeared, swallowed up by a greater, but invisible, force.

A familiar choking sensation came over the the knight, yet no hands were around his neck. The mind held great strength over the body. It would be better to say they were his own but what wouldn't be true either. The clouds of dust, grime and dried blood could not choke him either, it was a solitary state of mind that stuck the knight in place.

"Elias" the first word the knight heard was his name, it brought him back to his senses, that's right he was Elias, a self proclaimed knight. That snapped Elias out of his doldrums temporally, enough time for him to rise to his feet, and face the demon. Maybe the music.

Coming face to face with a demon was hard for a human, something about the composition of their body or the way they moved unsettled them, still shouldn’t a knight not be bothered by the likes of that, isn’t it like an elephant being scared of a rat? Clouds of muck were kicked up as the demon scrambled and pulled itself away, crawling on four limbs and slinging balls of fire with two more. This what a matter of closing distance, if he did not, the demon would continue to backpedal while firing ranged attacks, the demon could easily sneak in an attack on bystanders.

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Perhaps that’s why Elias chose to jump on the demon, it was a surprise attack, and not very knightly. Before it could get away he built up speed and dove towards it, latching on to one of it’s many limbs, a move that more fit a barbarian or savage. Nonetheless, it worked, and he kept grabbing, and almost crawling over the demon, his grip strength managing to break the bones of the beast.

Bearing the flames the demon spewed in panic, the self proclaimed knight held either side of it’s head in his hands, mounting the pressure. Eventually, the head of the demon could not resist the force, and Elias’s hands soon touched one another. Lave and fire spewed from the cracks forming in it’s head and soon exploded, in so many words, it’s head was squashed like a grape. The way he fought was perhaps just as repulsive to humans as the demons, isn’t that poetic?

No, no it’s not.

The demon’s many limbs squirmed and flailed through the open air, in it’s death throes. Of course something that was designed with pain would do such a thing, Elias was contemplating if he would do the same on the brink of death, and there’s only one way to find that out isn’t there? But in the end it was the demon that died, not him, he had won, but there was one big outlier…

Why he was here, why he helped. No, if it was who he thought it was there was not need to question that. A disgustingly powerful man, or a better word would be ‘hero’. Though he did not think it to be disgusting, Elias Idolized this man, supposedly someone who embodied every facet of the word ‘knight’. Elias repeated a phrase he had heard when talking about that man “It was like violence was swallowed up by him, he would render evil impotent in his presence.” he looked up at his own hands, they were shaking. It seems that the mind still holds power over the body, funny how that works.

As Elias stared at his hands, a foreboding dark presence came into his vision, this was none other than the pitch black knight known as Jupiter. He stood taller than humans, yet he still was one, he held a black obelisk of a sword, and a towering set of obsidian armor that gave any onlooker the frightful idea, that it would be similar to trying to fight a building.

And that true knight held his hand out for Elias, saying only a few words. “Elias, get up, you’ve got better things to do…” a tone that wasn’t too forceful, but strong, resonated within the confines of Elias’ helmet. Elias took his hand shortly after, something made him believe the knight, what truly was he doing here? Killing one demon? Saving a few people? Maybe he didn’t think of it that way.

As he stood upright again, a body stepped out from behind Jupiter, small, tiny compared to Jupiter. Wearing large, dark, circular glasses, it was a girl. She talked fast and muttered, Elias couldn’t make out anything she was saying but she kept poking his breastplate incessantly. He turned his head to look at Jupiter who stood beside him, when he did, Jupiter took his hand off his hips and patted Elias’ back.

“Good to have ya, I bet you have a few questions…”