They came and invaded the planet. Neither kingdoms nor empires could fight against the devils. Rivers of blood were created. People died by the millions each day. Family losing members, wife losing sons and husbands. Daughters losing brothers and fathers. Brothers losing sisters and mothers and fathers. The world was turned into a living nightmare of fear and anguish. For the devils frosted in fear and the souls of humans. Hunting them down as a sport.

One after one they fell until there was only one city left standing. Mankind's last sanctuary, a gathering place for mankind's greatest warriors and minds. Creating a haven to retrain and gather to retake their world. Alchemist, formation masters, warriors and mystic masters fighting side by side. Teaching their arts and passing it down to everyone for chance for mankind's survival. They held their ground for years fighting to defend it even as the devils transformed the planet into hell. But they struggled desperately even when it was a hopeless fight. First the people without any strength died, then the defenders who couldn't hold on anymore. All except for him. For he was still fighting. Even when everyone around him died, he continued to fight. Finding and researching techniques so that he could even fight alone. Learning inscription, formation and battle techniques so that he could continue to fight.

He fought until he forgot all about his past. Not remembering his friends and family or even his name. All he knew was that he wanted to defend the resting place of his loved ones.

He didn't think about it but just continued to his fight. He fought alone for decades. His family and friends died one by one. For years, he was alone and defended an empty city. Fighting against the devils. Even when he lost his hand, he struggled. Even when he stopped being human, he continued to fight. That was the only thing he knew.

It wasn't long yet, he told himself. He looked at the devil hanging in front of the gate. Even after ten years of torture the devil was still alive. He was amazed once more by the devil's recovery ability. Even when the devil was full of holes and was nothing more than pieces of meat, he was still breathing and trying to recover. He looked more like a piece of meat and nothing else. The only thing left was his head which was left behind. Bored, he created an arrow from nothing and tossed it towards him. The devil screamed loudly and looked back and yelled, "Your monster you will be tortured for several years.

"You just wait for them to storm in. The devil emperors will come, and you will be tortured for this insult.

"You damn human," the devil said and continued yelling," How dare you do this to me?"

He looked amused at the devil and laughed loudly,"Hahaha keep yelling."

"You don't have to worry about me."

"I can handle your followers. I am just waiting until the devil emperors arrive, so I can fight whole heartedly,"he replied.

"You're crazy human," the devil god's son said, looking at him as if he wanted to eat him.

"Why won't you give up?" asked the devil god's son and the young master of their devils.

"You don't even look as a human anymore, you are more of a devil than most of us."

"You even lost your body and don't even have anything in common with the human race" devil said smugly and looked at him.

He looked back and thought about the years of fighting and how he lost so much he sacrificed. Losing his body completely and turning himself into a puppet and inscribing his being into it. Remembering the soul tearing pain, he had to suffer to recreate this body. And looked down at his own shining golden body which shone brightly. Losing the ability to touch or feel pain. Even the ability for joy and others feeling which makes humans human. But it was worth for him, so that he could continue to fight.

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"So, what if I look like this?" he replied.

"Don't tell me that you feel like your body is any better," he said and looked at head stuck to pieces of meat that were levitating upon the city gates.

"It must be tough on you to be captured by a lower race."

"For the son of the devil's god, for you to be captured so easily is laughable," he said.

"Bastard you were just lucky to win against my protectors."

"You think that you will have the same luck again."

"Don't worry about me," he replied.

"I will kill them as I killed the last three."

"You're crazier than I thought" was the response he got. The devil looked furious at him.

"You still seem to have a lot of fighting spirit in you," and continued to say," Looks like I haven't tortured you enough." He stretched out his hand up and created lots of shining arrows that were rotating. And then threw them one by one at the demon hitting him at what was left of his body. Burning him and making him scream and twist his head in agony. As if that wasn't enough, he created a couple more arrows which he threw against his head and scratching him on the sides of the head.

Outside the city the devil couldn't stand the screaming of their young master and tried to storm the city. But it was for nothing, because of the barrier and the ten thousand golden plated shining puppets protecting it. They got burned by the barrier as soon as they touched it. As always, it stopped them from getting in. Even if some of them managed to get inside the barrier they got hunted or shot by the protecting puppets. They tried all kinds of approaches to save the son of their god, but it was for nothing.

"Stop it your abomination" he heard someone yell. And move away from the devil god's son but didn't stop torturing him and burning by shooting with arrows created with yang energy. The one yelling was the newly appointed general since he killed last one. He didn't remember how many generals he killed but it didn't matter to him. And looked fascinated and waited to see what they would offer him this time in return for their young master.

"There is still a chance for you."

"If you continue to torture and kill him you will be tortured endlessly." the general sand continued," I got a offer for you from the almighty Zebu, our one true god."

"For your dedication to defend this city, God is willing to grant this city in return for his son."

"He is also willing to offer you a title and slaves," stated the general.

He looked at the general, his big horns and only thought about their ridiculous way of showing their stature. Couldn't they have picked other ways than a show of who has the biggest horn.

The general looked proudly as he felt that he got the attention of the monster inside the city and proceeded to speak.

"Look at all those slaves," and pointed back and showing a couple of thousands of humans.

Devil army split in the middle and showed thousands of people. Skinny and thin and in different colors. Even from afar, he could see that they were half devils. As always, they didn't seem to understand what it was about, he thought.

He stretched his hand forward towards the general as he wanted to take something and closed it. The devil General flinched back and looked up. He saw a large horn flying away. It looked familiar, he thought. And was startled when he realized it was his. And screamed,

"Your damn bastard!"

"You will get it for this," the general yelled."Idiot," he replied.

"Have you forgotten who I have here?" and pointed at the devil god's son.

"It looks like I need to refresh your memory."

And created several arrows that he shot at the devil god's son who fainted from the previous torture. He started to shake and tried to scream but it was not possible. It was unlikely as he was hoarse because of previous rounds of torture and screaming before. He became weaker and weaker until he couldn't be heard anymore. He even stopped his struggle and didn't move anymore.

The devil general didn't want to be the cause of God's son's death and began to plea.

"Please stop, you're going to kill him!"

He realized that even the devils ability to recover had its limits and healed their young masters.

The general was relieved when he saw their young masters being healed.

"Thanks!" He said.

He looked at the general and smiled and said, "It's nothing" and waved around his hand as if to

say that it wasn't a big deal.

"Let's start over!" he said, looking back at the devil god's son.

The devil god's son who just woke up couldn't help crying when he heard what the golden soldier puppet said, he began to cry.

The general also looked like he wanted to start crying. Everyone there was thinking and wondering who the real devil was. They could just watch as he started to throw arrows at him. Some of the devils tried again to get into the city gates to rescue him but it was like last time they either got burned by the barrier or mowed down and shot down by the puppets.