A quiet and peaceful place, perhaps these is the first impression that people will have when they enter the bar. Siting there all alone by himself is a man wearing a tattered and dirty coat, one which you more likely find in an old time movie than here in modern time. The man's black eyes seems to gaze in the mirror in the corner of the bar, and his mouth turned into a scowl after he sees two man and a women sitting in the croner of the bar. He reach for something in his pocket and leave some cash in the counter before heading for the exit in the bar, where the people he observed earlier also seems to get ready to leave in a not so subtle way. 'Damn amateurs' the man grumbles under his breath, and even though he say it in a low voices that human can't possibly hear, the woman seems to look ashamed for a moment before hiding her face from the man. 'Huh, so this time it isn't human eh?' The man think for a second before dismissing the though, as if being chased by some non human entities is just an everday occurences. After some walk that can be describe as a peaceful walk if not for the 3 beings that chase him, the man finally stop in a clear field, away from the population before he sit down in the ground, waiting patiently for his chaser to show themselves.

"So, you noticed us huh?" A voice broke the man's thought as he opened his eyes, in front of him stood 3 people from the bar he was previously in and the seemingly leader of the 3, a man with blue hair with a smile speak to him, his blue eyes gazing with unhidden curiosity for the man that is currently sitting in front of answer to his question, the man who begin to get up scowl once again " As if anyone would failed to notice your so called attempt at subtle hiding. Well, maybe a blind man with a deaf ear would, but even i doubt that" Hearing his mocking answer, the woman behind the blue haired man roared with anger " You! Who do you think you speaking too?!" And before the woman can continue speaking, the coat wearing man interupt her " The leader of a stalker who don't have anything better to do than stalk an old man like me?" The man answer with an expression that could be called bored, the woman's temper finally reach its limit before she make some sort of weird hand movement and a dark energy gather around her, the blue haired man finally stop her by raising his hand "Now,now, Lyer. Don't be so quick to lose your temper , its unbecoming for a beautiful woman such as yourself" The man speak with chided tone, as if he speaking to a woman, apparently named Lyer, The coat wearing man noticed with little to no interest, spurt some blush from hearing the praises but quickly protest the decision "But milord! This human have dare to insult you! I can't possibl-" Before she can finish her sentences, an immense pressure suddenly appear in the area, freezing the woman and the man beside her while the coat wearing man only raise an eyebrow "Now, Lyer" The Blue haired man speak once again, but this time his voice held none of the calmness he had before and only contain promises of pain if Lyer decide to disobey him "O, of course milord" Lyer quickly replied, her face now becoming pale as sweat starting to appear on her beautiful face and hearing Lyre's answer, the pressure immediately disappear and the blue haired man smile again "That wasn't so hard was it?" The man speak cheerfully, his previous anger seem to gone as quickly as it appear.

Growing tired of the drama that is happening in front of him, the coat wearing man open his mouth once again "Well, I love to stay around to chat with children like you. But sadly, I am a busy man with a busy schedule….that was a lie, sorry. You just annoying, get to the point" Lyer bristle with anger once again hearing the man's disrespectful tone but she hold back in saying it out of fear angering his master again while his master replied with a cheerful tone "Ah of course! My name is Ashlad Hellion, and the lady behind me is Lyer and the man beside her is Trask, we are devils, it's a pleasure to meet you" The man said with a bow, now hearing the word 'devil', some people would question the word or at least ask if what they hear is right, but the coat man simply nod "The feeling is not mutual I assure you. More importantly, what's a high ranking devil like you have to do with me?" Hearing the man's nonchalant answer, Ashlad's smile widen, as if he found some new toy that he got to play with "Hooo…it seems that you really are the one we looking for, you are the one who human called Arth am I correct?" hearing the name, the coat wearing man raise an eyebrow in surprise"Huh, so you know my name. What of it?" Hearing the man's confirmation, Ashlad smile turn into a predatory grin, the pressure once again appears in the area "Excellent! No hard feeling or anything but there is contract on your head" As he say this, lightning start to gather around Ashlad's hand, while Lyer and Trask step back out of fear of getting in the way of Ashlad's power " So would you mind.." At this, Ashlad's calm blue eyes turn into red, his grin turning into a full blown smile befitting of the name devil "Die for me?" .

As he finish saying this, Ashlad's hand shot forward, releasing all the lightning he produce in his right hand and aimed at Arth in instant and striking him, with a sound that is akin to explosive noise, Arth's body flung backward, hitting the wall and creating an hole in it, smoke seems to come out from his chest as his body took a full hit of Ashlad's lightning "Huh, is that it?" Seeing Arth unmoving body, Ashlad let out a disappoint sigh "It seems the rumor are just a rumor after all" "Isn't it because of milord power that is too powerful?" Trask said for the first time in this story, while Lyer nod in agreement at Trask's word "That's seems to be the case, still disappointing though" Ashlad said and turn his back to address his peerage "No matter, the contract is still fulfilled, Prepare a teleportation spell won't you Lyer?" Hearing his master's order, Lyer nod her head "At once milord" Satisfied with her answer, Ashlad let his guard down as he watched Lyer do as he command, suddenly he felt a touch in his back and as he turn around to see what exactly it is, A fist flying at his face is the only thing that he see "What the-"Ashlad immediately dodge the punch, but he is not able to dodge the second one and the fist connect to his face, knocking his unbalance body backward.

Seeing his master's getting knocked down, Trask's surprise only last a second as he immediately launch an attack to the man who attacked his master who Trask recognized as Arth. A spear of darkness formed in his hand as he launched it at Arth, hitting him again and send him flying once again, not to be caught off guard twice, Lyer send a multiple blast of darkness at Arth, hitting him dead on as his body slam into the ground "Milord! Are you ok?!" Lyer said to Ashlad who has gotten up from the punch he get earlier, seeing not even a scratch on his face though Lyer let out a breath of relief "The only thing that is hurt by that weak punch Lyer, is my pride" As he say this, magic once again formed on his hand but instead of lightning this time black cloud is gathering around the area "Hellion's Special: Mamaragan!" As he finishes the spell, Multiple Lightning Bolts fall from the cloud, striking to the ground Arth currently is and each one of them carrying enough power to kill destroy a building. This is Ashlad's power, a devil whose control of lightning is so great he is nicknamed 'The Lightning Prince'. As the Lightning begins to die out, the smoke finally starts to disappear, revealing a newly formed hole in the place Arth was. "….isn't this a bit overkill method to kill a mere human milord?" Trask asked with a tinge of fear in his voice, he just can't get used to seeing the power of his master. Instead of answering though, Ashlad let out a laugh "Fuhuhuhu…..interesting, what exactly are you o Arth?" Hearing their master muttering, Lyer and Trask look at each other in confusion, wondering just what is their master saying before a voice caught their attention "As your subordinates says, a human" From the crater, a hand slowly come out and Arth climb up from it. His shirt now gone because of multiple attack that it receives but hi body looking none the worse while Lyer and Trask could only gasp in amazement "Im, impossible" Lyer softly mutter, her mind can't believe what happen right in front of her, a human not only withstanding not once but twice of his master attack and one of them being the special spell that his master have the same spell that is capable of defeating multiple devil at once without sprouting a single visible injury. "I'll admit that you are a pretty strong guy Ashlad" Arth said without opening his eyes, his arm going into folded position as Ashlad's eyebrow raises in surprise "Oh? Thank you for your compliment" Arth finally open his eyes, his once black color now changes into a indescribable one, as if a billions color fused into one "But to someone like me, you might as well as be an ant. First Seal Release, 10.000 Humans Soul" As Arth say this, energy start to gather around him, and as she ponder what exactly is happening, Lyer's world turn black.

When Lyer finally opens her eyes, the first thing that she notices is her head is killing her "Ouch, what happen to me?" As she finally gets her eyesight back, and seeing her surrounding, Lyer screams. She scream at the Nightmares around her, seeing her comrade and friend Trask with his body split into two, his upper body separated below, the place that suppose to be his stomach is gone, leaving a pool of blood behind and her master Ashlad, the master that she swore to protect, the master she has a crush on, missing half of his once handsome face leaving a cruel half with a half smile, while their supposed 'Target', Arth releasing his hold on her master neck and tossing him like a ragdoll, and so she scream, hoping to be awaken from the dream she's in and the last thing she sees before she lost consciousness, is Arth's eyes looking at her.

There was once a legend, a legend so old and famous that almost all the humans in the world know it, about a legendary city and a tragedy that befalls unto it. The city, once filled with happiness and prosperity, where one can live happily without knowing what hunger is, and crime never happen because the people is satisfied with what they have, is destroyed and erased in a single week. No one know what happens to it, some say that it's destroyed because this city become a battleground for demons and angels, some say that its destroyed because the people manage to piss off some God, and some say that a dragon rampages around the city. No one knows what really happen to it, but everyone knows about the next tale of this legend. A Single warrior survives from the destruction of the city, and with him, he carry the soul and lives of the people that live on the city, all their power and ability of every person who live in there he can add to himself, but those souls, those souls is full of malice and hate. Not a single day goes by without a nightmare for the warrior, and he always have to stay vigilance, lest his own soul and mind is taken by the very power he uses. Legend says that he continue to live, live to find a way to put the souls to rest and finding the one who responsible to for the destruction of his city, even to this very day, he still walk among us.

AN:

New story the first one I create if I may add! The grammar and sentences may seems odd to you guys but English isn't really my first language and I don't know a good beta reader so bear with it. And if you think this story is worth continuing, do review this story, and if you don't leave a review anyway explaining why it shouldn't! Well, see you next time! (maybe).