*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

BANG

The sound of the alarm clock resounded around the house shortly followed by a groan.

*ugh*"Always waking up to this annoying noise".

Yes this is me, my name is Blake Turner. Son of the richest man in the world Jeffery Turner.thats right I'm filthy rich. what? I'm not bragging, I'm simply stating my place you should know yours too or else... anyways I still have to go to school*sigh* with deep breath,Blake went to perform his morning routine as you would expect any normal human to.

However Blake had this one habit a really really bad one;always talking to himself it started off as a small routine something no one would notice or fully care about. But now, it had become a full blown habit at this point. it was unclear what led to this development could it be the absence of a mother figure, loneliness or just generally enjoying his own voice, no one knew or bothered to ask after all he was the Richest man's son.

Stepping out of the shower Blake proceeded to admire himself in the mirror "I'm so good looking. His voice trailing off "When would I unlock my powers,now even trash stand up against me...me!"

'those filthy peasants curse them'. Blake smiled a creepy smile. Before once again, began his usual habit once more thinking of all the stories he was told and how the story Always started....the world has changed and..

IT ALL STARTED 1000 YEARS AGO

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"Grand Master Bellion!!!!!!! we are at a losing end in this war we must retreat and re- strategize" a loud voice filled the battle ground as the war between the angels and demons continued in full might with thousands of bodies falling every minute

"But...but you can't leave them , I'll fight! I'll fight till my death till my bones are broken beyond repair I must fight for our race!!" Bellion shouted although his words were spoken low it was filled with so much power that it was carried across the battle field motivating his comrades.Such was the power of the second strongest after the emperor himself surely the presence of such a being should be able to deal with weaklings right? wrong as this was the third month since the first war between the angels and demons.Having broken the truce of peace between both realms war was the only option left.

"listen there would always be another time but without you this war would be long lost let us go now!!!" the messenger said with a look of urgency on his face as he felt only being strong-headed would guarantee that the Grand Master would follow him.

"ENOUGH! Bellion shouted his words alone killing more than a hundred demons there were few scratches here and there but he was more than fine he could continue for a few more months before eventually running out of energy. but the same couldn't be said for his comrades who were not even up to a quarter of his strength at this rate in a few months they all would die leaving Bellion alone against more than half a million demons "I must do this...I can't abandon them..LET THEM COME!!!"

"Then I'm sorry I've to do this..

" I'm truly sorry...Father"..

BOOM!!!!!

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