~Bettegarden Empire, year 515 of the new era.
The planet Ctux'o is the center of the whole Empire of the Nemonnevry lineage, although its name is Bettegarden, officially this term has already lost its meaning long ago, moreover people had already stopped calling it by that name, the name "Nemonnevry" already had much more force than the old word given by elves.
There were a total of five continents, apart from those below sea level or those that flew through the clouds. The demonic continent, as it is usually called, is the capital of the whole Empire, besides the homeland of the race of demons and the very lineage that dominates the world. Despite its small space the land is rich, with great abundance of magical plants, something that only one more continent had.
In the middle of a field with several violet flowers there was a solitary figure. The flowers, which looked like Dahlias, were actually one of those magical plants, which could only be found in this part of the world. The figure walked among the flowers, being extremely careful not to step on a single flower. He danced and jumped in a graceful way. He wore only a white mantle, almost transparent. His blond hair spun in the middle of the sky, sometimes mixing the gold with the moonlight silver.
"Lady Lasrilan, the girl is ready" someone says on her back.
She didn't even bother to turn around to see who she was. The person, unlike Lasrilan, was not being so careful with those beautiful plants, you could hear the sound of his strong steps and the smell of sudden death where the sole of his foot touched.
"I don't think I'll ever be able to get along with you demons," says Lasrilan, now stopping his dance and looking at the moon that shone brightly that night.
"I say the same thing, after all, you are what is left of that damned race" the person replies, you could feel anger in your voice, even trying to hide as much as possible, you can't hide something from an elf, everyone knows very well how their senses are sharpened, but that being seemed not to care about it.
"Always addressing words of hate to angels, even after their extinction" Lasrilan says turning and looking back. There was a young woman, demons have longevity, just like her race, so it was easy for her to know someone's age, even more so when you live as long as she does. "You're too young, you haven't lived the war like us.
Hearing her words, a quick expression of anger crosses the young woman's face.
"My clan suffered great losses during the war..." she begins to speak, but is interrupted by the woman in front of her.
Lasrilan's appearance may end up leading those who see her for the first time to deception, despite her appearance, fragile at first sight, she is the one who is on top of all her race. In the matter of magic she easily equated with Yatochoi, if only magical power was taken into account she was above even Malyoranbharas himself, but combat is not limited to magic alone.
Not even one movement, it is common knowledge that when using magic some movement should be done, but she remained motionless, so that girl couldn't predict that she was releasing her magical power. A frightening pressure hits her, her legs tremble and lose their strength, making her fall to her knees, in this cut of time she couldn't hear anything, the smell of the field disappears, her vision remained focused on the elf, but now her beauty only brought her fear and despair.
"Fool, do you really think that your clan was the only one who lost something in the war? And what about other races that were only charged to the conflict, without even having the right of some choice? Do you think you know the pain of those who participated in the war? The feeling of being on the battlefield?" his voice didn't change for a single second, it was as calm as it was from the beginning.
"You might not kill her, that would lead us to a series of problems", a voice appears beside you.
He had already realized his presence, but to think that this demon would be able to reach this place so quickly, it seems that age has not diminished the strength he showed during the centuries of war.
"I was just giving a little history lesson to a misinformed girl" Lesrilan says smiling, at the same time the pressure exerted by his magical power disappears completely, once again no movement can be seen.
"Thank you" Yatochoi walks up to the young woman who was still on her knees on the ground. She trembled as if she were in an extremely cold place, as soon as the pressure disappeared she took the elf out of her sight, it was too hard to even look at her.
Lesrilan begins to walk towards them, the girl feels like running from that place, but Yatochoi holds her shoulder, making her relax, even if only a little.
"Where is the child?" the elf asks without looking in their direction.
"In the infirmary, he was once again injured, and to think that someone who looked so strong would have such a weak body..." Yatochoi talks about the girl he was asked about, but that comment fits perfectly with Lesrilan, who has a little laugh when he hears him.
"In fact, but thanks to this she will be under my care, so it seems it wasn't so bad" with these words she goes towards the castle, which was a few miles from these fields.
The road was long, but not very tiring, perhaps a demon could walk the same distance in half the time or even less if they tried. The darkness of the night, which mixed with the blackness of the ground, left the stars, which seemed to shine even brighter in this region of the globe, even more beautiful. The air and smell of nature brought a feeling of nostalgia to the elf, which had been away from its land for some years.
"I can't wait to finally get back..." he hummed as he walked through the various rooms of the castle, but without paying attention to anything, there were only two things in his head, his hometown and that little child.
Entering the medical wing, the first thing he sees is a little girl sitting on one of the beds, a doctor was in a chair in front of her examining her.
"Aunt Lis!" a big smile takes the expression of sadness she had before. The girl, who had one of her bruised knees, jumps and runs to the elf hugging her.
"How is Chiya? Lesrilan also looked happier than usual when he saw the girl's face.
It would not be difficult for outsiders to confuse them with mother and daughter, even though Lasrilan seemed too young to be a mother, but she was an elf, which would easily explain this confusion. Her hair, skin tone, both looked like each other, the only one, and the big difference between them was her ears, which showed that this girl was not an elf.