Shiro Nightfallen was not her true name, but her birthname was long forgotten. Her captors ancestor's anchestors maybe knew it. But now, she was only known by this name.
Some people, who did not know about her existence, would've called her an ancient ledgend or a monster of the stories for children. A monster which was sealed and banned in the deepest dungeon possible, always guarded, so that her escape would be impossoble.
Sadly, they thought the ancient magic of their ancestors could seal me. It was not the case. I simply wanted to sleep for a while in a nice and tidy place. So, a few hundred years ago I pretended to be struck by their magic and could peacefully sleep. To put it bluntly, it was a win-win sitouation.
Until, on a certain day a certain someone came and awoke me. Imagine when you slept peacefully for a thousand years and suddenly someone touches you. Ceepy! Natrually I rose from my sleep and slaped the pervert in the face. If I weren't too proud, I would've also screamed: "Pervert! Catch this filthy scumbag and throw him in a cell!"
But, my generous self only slapped him and wanted to castrate him. And I noticed that he was scared to death and that he was still a child. Let's say a boy who was between adulthood and childhood. He looked feeble as he squirmed in fear on the ground. His slim yet a little muscular body was pleasing to look at and his decent face sure had a nice shape. His dark eyes seemed almost black and his hair was silky. Ugh. I must look like shit. If you have bed hair after one night, don't ask how grave it is after aproximately 500,000 nights. Yes, very bad, thank you. First of all, I need a bath. Hey boy, would you mind if I would use you to bring hot water? Probably.
Well, let's ask anyway.
"Filthy human bring me soap, water, which is about 30 degree hot, a towel and clothes to change."
"A...a..."
"As you can see, mine have already withered." I smiled.
His eyes widened more than before: "Ahhhhhh..." he screamed, jumped up and ran out of the room. Did he not understand me?
Shrugging my shoulders, I looked around the place where I rested. Ancient magic formulars were carved on the walls and on my 'bed', an altar, carefully crafted to keep the darkness locked and sealed. I observed also the doors through which the boy fled. They were made of iron, steel and adamant, a rare substance used for demonslayer weapons in the past. Ignoring the fact that they were almost useless, exept for cutting lettuce and filing nails, it was quite amazing they made a whole door for me. I got a little embrassed and honored. Humanity tried truly their utmost to keep me in captivity. Too bad I have to dissappoint their hope. Please don't cry, I won't kill all of you. Probably.
When I pushed the (100% safely locked) door easily open (there was a cracking sound, I guess I broke it), I faced a wall of swords, all directed at me.
"Hi guys...I guess..." I muttered and tried to avoid meeting their gaze. Somehow, I fehlt nauseous and looked at the magic casters who tried one spell after another. It wasn't that they were ineffective just...let's say I wouldn't easyly be injured. All the magic, may it be ice or fire or whatsoever, it didn't scratch me at all. And my skin still looked so vibrant and shiny. I tried to hide my grin because it could be misunderstood.
"A-hem...Hey there, would you mind stopping to ruin those clothes? Isn't it totally inappropriate to hurt a lady?" Some of the men looked at me in disbelief, others stared hostile or surprised at me.
"Die, demon! Just die!" shouted a wizard, his face warped into a mask of anger.
"I fear that it is impossible. If you don't want to spent the rest of your life fighting me, I'd advise to let me speak. Because..., you know,...I could kill you all." I smiled and exposed my fangs. Illuminated in the dim light they must seem even more ferocius and dangerous.
The shouting wizard paled and averted his eyes. I followed his gaze. One of the armored men must be the commander of this assault.
"What is your intention, demon." A middle-aged man in a shiny armor asked me.
"In this moment, my only intention is to take a bath, eat something delicous and rebuilt my manison. By now, it must have perished." The last sentence I muttered to myself.
"We can't let you pass! We are the guardian knights of the Empire and we can't let you turn this world into chaos."
"If I intended chaos, you were already dead. - No you weren't even born. So shut up and let me through or I'll force my way through you." I replied.
The knight, however, grimaced and than raised his sword: "Kill her!" he said, his voice void if any emotion.
I shrugged my shoulders. "This is the choice you made, not me."
And before any of their swords could touch me, they were slammed against the walls and fainted. While whistenling a child lullaby of my childhood, I served myself and grabbed clothes from the soldiers. Soon I wore black boots, a white shirt and a cloak made of light grey wool. The clothes weren't as comfortable as mine, but were better than almost torn cloth.
"See you." I waved at the unconscious knights and went up the stairs. There were a lot of them. How deep beneath the earth was I? Was this dungeon especially made for me?
Soon, I saw few, but some prisoners, mostly starved to death. They had broken eyes and were so thin that they seemed to be only made of skin and bones. I was happy that I did not suffer under the lack of food and water. I left those pitiful beings behind. Most of the people in deep dungeon like this did something to justify such cruel treating and punishment. Furthermore, I did not intent to meddle with the affairs of humanity. Once I was kind towards them, saved lives and bestowed justice upon those who were inflicting injustice. But soon, the nobles and some religions of the world worked against me. They sullied my name with false rumors and soon, the people who asked of my help before, treated me as a monster and looked at me with cold eyes. Thus I decided not to meddle with them any further than nessesarry.
After a long time of wandering around, I finally seemed to reach the upper layers of the dungeon. There were more of wooden doors hardened with magic or iron and the numbers of prisoners cept increasing steadly. In addition to that, also the numbers of the guards grew. But I stealthed through them or made them faint, if needed. And then, I ascended the last stairs and passed iron doors with complicated magic formulars to keep prisoners in and activate sounds if any captive tried to escape. But it did not hinder me and made not a single sound. If ones magical power exeeded the power of the spellcaster greatly, maybe twice or thrice, then the caster's magic would be enabled and could not function properly. Because it was me, a creature called demon, a being created by gods, I overpowered any human spell of a single caster. Even the work of dozends of magicans could not stop me. Simply said, I was amazing and unstoppable.
I opened the last doors carefully but often soldiers put theirselves in the way. It was annoying but only a matter of seconds to defeat them without killing, so none of them was seriously hurt.
The last doors opened loudly and fresh air tingled in my nose. This is what I love most after akwakenings: Fresh, new air, filling my tired lungs and the sight of something new, that I've never seen. Whenever I rested longer in the past, every time the scenery would change.
I looked at the tiled roofs, towers, bridges and palaces. Before my eyes was a city on a scale that I never saw before. Thousands of people swept through the streets and a choir of hundreds of voices filled the air. Some stared at me as I went out of the dungeons entrance.
I didn't ponder long and mixed with the people in the streets.
It felt a little nostalgic and in reminiscence of past centuries, I made my way through the crowds of unknown people.