All I as was my son tear a daemon apart. From the day I found him on my doorstep I smelt his dragonic power but there was something else as well. It smelt ancient and powerful but not necessarily evil. It smelt like the ancient gods from before the gate was sealed. I should know I fought in those ancient battles long ago. At first I was confused as to whether I should take the boy inside but when I heard him cry I said to hell with it. From then on I raised him as my own son. The day he cried to me what he felt was the day I knew he was going to do great things with his powers. That is why I told him not to go near the forest again but I mostly did it hoping to hold on to my son a little longer. Little did I know it was this event that sent the daemon looking for us. On my way to town I felt the bloodlust of those ancient battles and as I jumped up I felt myself be throne into the ground. Within seconds of me hitting the ground I felt someone press their foot on my back, breaking bones in the process and I could only scream. After I screamed the person picked me up by my hair and as I looked who it was in the eyes I knew I would die because before me was one of the knights of a high Lord of the demons. He then smiled and started chanting a spell. "Vera le sho tol lae." he said and as he finished black chains wrapped a round my arms and legs tying me to the ground. He the proceeded to start chanting a control spell unaware that as a dragon those spells had no effect on me. by the time he almost finished a knight cast in black armor came from the woods. The daemon stopped chanting and lost focus so the chains broke easily. I ran to the the knight and asked "Sir knight have you seen my son." He simply said "Yes" but I stiffened at that voice because I knew that voice anywhere it was my son. "Levon is that you?" he nodded and told me to get away from here because he was going to handle the daemon. So I did leave to get the armor and weapons I hid in the attic of our home and by the time I got back I saw him rip the daemon's heart out with his bare hand. after that it was a matter of time before he finished break, tearing, and ripping the daemon apart. I threw up I have seen grotesque sceens in war but this was just brutal. As he stopped I saw that he ripped the daemon's head off and left it in a tree while attached to his sword. After that he walked to the middle of the clearing and his armor dissipated and it was then that I noticed how destroyed the armor was. Within seconds of the armor disappearing he collapsed and I caught him but he was already out cold. And as he lay there in my embrace I smelt it the ancient gods or to be precise the god of death. But in that moment I knew my son would never be the same again.