Lightning and thunder erupted in the haze of black clouds that stretched thinly across the starless sky. Afraid of the intense ominous aura that was surging through the altar of the temple, wild griffons and dragons extended their wings to take flight, hoping to retreat.

This was not suppose to happen. We were suppose to stop the revival of that thing...That monster... The Creator. Dust and debris engulfed the air blinding my vision. I held my arm in place to shield my eyes from stray particles, but a few found its way in my mouth and into my throat, tasting the salty and grainy texture. My dry, hacking cough echoed through the now ruined temple, grabbing my teammates attention.

"Captain, are you alright?"

I turned my head towards the deep masculine voice and peeked over my arm. The dusty air soon began to settle and a man with small black horns poking out of his short white hair appeared in the clearing.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You know me and my big o' mouth. I have to get everything out of my system y'know?" I chuckled. Before I get a chance to count my remaining teammates, another dark ball of aura appeared in the middle of the altar. Rather a highly concentrated aura blasting within radius, it was molding into something... A figure.

"Shit! He's coming!" A feminine voice yelled out. The female with long chestnut hair unfurled her white feathery wings.

I licked my dry lips and focused my gaze on the forming figure. A man with long raven hair that rivaled the night sky stood in the middle of the altar with eyes still closed. Ancient markings painted over his entire upper body, thick scale-like spikes protruded from his entire forearm, and beastly features covered his lower limbs. But that was not what my eyes were fixated on. It was glued to that freakishly large double edge sword that was impaled on the ground towering over him. The sword was beautifully and elegantly engraved with symbols on its entire sharp blade.

I wanted it. Look at that gigantic sexy sword. Yep, I'm gonna tak- No. Stop. Focus! I shook my head clearing my overly obsessive weapon thoughts.

The Creator drew a deep long breath and opened his eyes. Bottomless pools of emeralds studied my teammates and his smile pointed upwards, showing his ghastly sharp teeth.

"Royalties of demons and angels working together!" He laughed. "I should be honored to be grace by your appearances." The Creator took a theatrical bow and turned his head towards me. "Ah, of course I could not forget about you, Sword Angel. The irony when you're not even from the Angel race. Care to remind me of what you are? My memory is a little bit... fuzzy after our incident."

"None of your damn concern when you're going to be buried a hundred feet down under," I growled. A hundred feet, no a thousand feet was definitely possible for me. After all, I was born from a prestigious race, a race that was now extinct.

"Now, is that a way to talk to an old friend of yours?" The creator's grin was replaced with a frown.

"Old friend, my ass. We only knew each other briefly from our previous battle. I sealed you once and now I'm going to put an end to it," I snapped.

Ending his life was definitely not feasible even though I was gifted with a mass amount of aura...Power. I may be one hell of an omnipotent being but I was no god. Hell, I wasn't even confident if I could put him in a body bag now after all these years. The best I could've done was to put him away and prevent anyone from unlocking the seal.

And how was someone able to unlock a high-tier magic seal that I, myself, created? Oh, how I would love to know.

"Everyone, stand down. This is my battle" I growled and readied my blade.

I didn't want to risk any more lives of my teammates - my family that I built. Despite the absurd amount of power they hold, I couldn't risk it. If I was considered the strongest amongst them and I couldn't kill that motherfucker in the first place then how could they ever best him? It would be suicide.

My teammates hesitated but abided. They couldn't reject their orders in the first place considering I am their captain - the leader of our guild.

I quickstepped forward leaving only a speck of dust behind. With frightening speed, I instantly flashed before The Creator's eyes. I swung my blade with both hands towards his neck but my blade hugged air instead. Even when he hadn't trained in a century, he was still fast. I cursed to myself for my poor judgment. Suddenly, I felt a forceful impact on the side of my ribs, knocking me through a line of standing unbroken pillars.

Fucking hell that kick hurts.

Catching myself midair, I materialized wings using my aura and darted towards my enemy who was idly standing, waiting for me.

Using my expanse amount of aura, I generated and surrounded myself with bright swords that shimmered against the darkness, living up to my nickname that was bestowed upon me, Sword Angel. Snapping my fingers, the radiating swords danced around the unsealed monster.

"Swords, rain down." I whispered the magical chant. The swords obeyed and laid waste to everything in its pathway. Clouds of dust shrouded the ruined temple once more.

I gently landed on the floor and shut my eyes to pinpoint his location. There was no way he was dead because he knew my trademark ability. He experienced it firsthand and it was only wishful thinking that I could end his life right then and there.

My senses picked up a faint aura emission not too far in front of me. I dashed towards the source and swung my blade down only to hear a 'clang' resound across the decimated temple. The impact of the two weapons blew the dust away, allowing my vision to gaze up to an obnoxiously large sword and a smug face.

I took a few steps back and dashed forward again, gripping my weapon with one hand and hoping to attack with more speed than power. Loud clangs vibrated through the air as my blade struck his sword. The hybrid beast smirked and grinded his massacring tool against my weapon knocking it out of my hands, disarming me in the process.

I frowned at the sight and quickly channeled my aura down to my arms and onto my wrist. Light particles swarmed in the air around my hands, and with a flick, two tyrfings snug tightly in my grasp as I brandish my dual swords.

"Ah, I remember now. Another of your trademark abilities inherited from your race. Each time someone falls by your hands, you absorb their weapons... A weapon collector of some sorts." He hummed. "A murderer just like me. I would expect no less from the race of -"

I cut short of his sentence as I flashed behind him, swinging down my weapons. The Creator rewarded my rude interruption with a scowl and seized his edged sword to block my ambush.

The weight of my two swords could never compare to his. But it didn't matter, because skills beat strength. Between every blows of our swords, I expertly adjusted my two weapons so the massive sword wouldn't cleave them in half. My pace picked up as I started to barrage him with quick strikes.

Faster.

I need to be faster.

The tatted creature furrowed his eyebrows as his heavy sword couldn't keep up with the rapid onslaught. A few cuts marked his muscular body with blood slowly trickling down from it. My assaults pressed on as I swung my dual swords in a mesmeric dance, leaving no openings for my opponent.

Displeased with the current situation, he readied his large sword and blocked both tyrfings. He retaliated back with a loud grunt as his sword crashed down above my head. I dodge his counterattack but immediately lost my balance as his weapon obliterated the floor, sending seismic waves.

"Allow me to experiment a new spell that I was in the progress of working on," The Creator said proudly.

Before I could find my footing, he launched his scaly hands, gripped my face, and smashed my head against the stone cold floor. Broken pieces of rubble littered everywhere as the back of my head forcefully pulverized the floor.

"Now witness! A soul annihilation spell!" The hybrid creature exclaimed. "Farewell Sword Angel."

My eyes widen as I heard the words 'soul' and 'spell'. Soul spells were forbidden black magic that was forgotten for millennium. Of course I heard of it, but comprehending the depth of that magic was out of my scope. I could never understand ancient language even if I tried. All I knew was that a body without a soul goes through eternal pain and suffering. But of course, that was just a legend. It was never proven and could never be proven because no one was capable of making such accomplishment... Until now.

A surge of pain erupted all over my body and I screamed in agony, but my voice was muffled by the hand still gripping onto my face. Screaming. Pain. Everything hurts. Rather than helplessly flailing around, my hands gripped onto the arm that was still clinging onto my face. I tried to pry his arm off but there was no use. My strength and my aura were drained. And the last thing that I remembered before I blacked out? Me screaming.

Screaming. Lots of screaming. No, wait crying. Yeah that's the right word... Crying. What the fuck? Crying? Why am I crying?

"Oh honey, our baby! Look at our beautiful baby!" A female voice can be heard but it sounded awfully tired with a few pants between her words.

"You did a wonderful job honey. Now I am blessed with a wonderful wife and two daughters." A masculine, but gentle and loving voice entered through my subconscious.

"I want to name her... Ruby. Yes, Ruby. Welcome to Remnant, my little rose."

"That's a beautiful name, Summer."

Remnant? What's a Remnant?

I ceased my crying and opened my tear stained eyes. I gave it a moment and blinked several times to clear up the leftover water residues until my sight gained a clearing.

What I saw was clearly not what I expected. A woman in her late 20's with deeply dark red hair. Wolfish ears with red colored tips perked out of her head. And her eyes, it was her eyes that captured me. Those brilliant pool of silver eyes that lit brightly like the full moon. My gaze broke off silver as I was suddenly passed off to a blond man with spots of short stubbles on his. I gazed into the man's blue eyes and my eyes widen.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening," I cried out. Baby babbles and cries left my mouth rather than my intentional cursing. I tried thrashing to escape but my body refused to listen.

"Tai! Your terrible shave is scaring our baby!" Summer joked. "Her eyes bulged and started crying again after she saw you."

Tai pouted and played along, "Oh please, I'm sure she enjoys my masculine facial hair!" He rubbed his prickly chin against me to display his adoring affection. Unable to control my bodily functions, my cries grew louder, surprising the father as he doesn't understand how much it hurts to get pricked by a porcupine.

"Right..." Tai nervously rubbed his chin, brushing his hand against his stubbles. "Well, I better check up on our other little sunny girl. I'm sure she really wants to see her newly born sister." Tai kissed Summer on the forehead. "I'll be back soon." He walked out towards the wooden door and closed it behind him.

I continued my cries while trying to process the new information. A difficult feat to cry and to think at the same time, but I somehow made it a possibility. I went through a check list in my head, marking the details that had just occurred.

According to these strange people, my name is Ruby and I was just born. This woman, named Summer, is most likely my mother and the blond man, named Tai, must be my father. Apparently, I have a sister but that remains to be seen. And judging from my previous attempts, my body isn't cohesive as I want it to be. Either I'm possessed and someone is controlling my behavior, or my actions can't process everything correctly due to my high mental capabilities. Most likely the latter considering I still retained all of my memories... Especially the battle with The Creator.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, but more baby nonsense departed from my mouth making Summer smile.

My body tensed up as I took a brief walk on memory road. That's right, he used that damn forbidden magic... which means... I'm dead? No, I'm supposed to experience excruciating pain. Right now, I'm feeling more perplex rather than the rumored eternal suffering.

I let out a breath of relief but my infant body released a deep grunt. Perhaps The Creator's spell screwed up if the magic was still in the process of development. Maybe my soul was transferred? Or maybe swapped? Of course, these guesses were wishful thinking. But one thing for sure is that there's no point of trying to find a way back into my original body. It was extremely difficult, or rather, impossible to reverse a spell that I barely knew of. Logically, I wouldn't know where to begin knowing that ancient language was beyond my capability.

I internally sighed as I was mentally exhausted from the spontaneous strange occurrences. I set my thoughts to the side because I needed to focus on my current predicament. Like how to functionally work this damn uncoordinated body! I flustered around in Summer's arms trying to adjust to my new arrived body.

"Now now. Settle down my little pup," Summer coo'd and kissed the top of my head.

Smaller twitches vibrated on top of my head after the woman left a kiss. Ears? Well, that's just cute. I have ears! Never in my lifetime was I gifted with animal features or any marks to proudly represent my race. I felt a slight pang from my behind. Something was stuck and was trying to move.

What the fuck was that unpleasant thing squirming behind me?

Summer kissed me again and left a lingering touch of warmness on my soft cheeks. Her light kisses were alien to me as I never experienced such motherly affection. It brought unwanted memories about my pasts, about my own real family. However, there wasn't much to think about seeing as I barely have any recollection of my parents. After all, they just left me to struggle and fend for myself in the unruly world.

The world was harsh as there were constant wars between guilds, trying to conquer territories for themselves. There was no such thing as a unified kingdom. Guilds ruled the lands, and formed alliances with one another. They built cities and towns for their own selfish welfare. If you were in a guild or associated with it in some way then you can be counted as lucky. Unfortunately for me, Lady Luck enjoyed watching me suffer with a side of popcorn and a soda. Every guild within vicinity turned me away because I was just another street rat, unwanted and abandon by my parents.

'Mom.' I internally said to myself, breaking my bitter thoughts away. The word 'mom' echoed in my head and left a tingling sensation. It had a really nice ring to it. My small lips cracked a genuine smile for the first time since my arrival.

You know what? I think it's time to act my age for once. I never had an actual chance to enjoy the life of a normal kid.