TEN YEARS BACK
"Son. Son please don't do this. " Lord Asmodeus called after his son. The young boy with blue eyes strode fast along the way ignoring the heavy cries of his father. His long black hair rode along with the wind.
"The faes are not our enemies." The man reasoned further still chasing after the boy. "Stop." The boy still would not listen.
Left with no choice, Lord Asmodeus sighed and closed his eyes and a bluish glow formed around his hands entwined together. His blue eyes with gold in them shone brighter and within seconds, a zap of a bluish lightening fled his hands aiming for the boy.
The light struck the boy in the back sending him flying across the garden and crashing into the summer hut not far from the path he earlier walked on. The boy rose to his feet staggering, blood dripped from his cut lips. A devious grin graced his hurt lips and his eyes soon turned bright gold in colour.
"Oisk rea." He whispered and clapped his hand. A strange wave of wind shaped into concave forms with sharp edges swirled towards his father.
"Oisk foya." His father shouted, a long whip made from the blue light from earlier slashed through eight lethal attack speeding towards him.
He grunted as one he recieved a blow at his abdominal area from his side. The boy had sent an attack his way while he was blocking his previous attack.
A smirk formed on his face as blood spewed from his father's newly inflicted wound.
"It is in my blood to be the end of their dark force. It's my destiny and no one would get in my way." He said and disappeared from sight.
Lord Asmodeus stared at the wound that was now healing itself and a sullen look befell his face. Destruction was upon their heads and Eliot was going to be the beginning of it.
.......
"My queen." A guard dressed in black rushed to the throne room. He was panting as though he had been running for long.
"What is it?" The queen leisurely asked.
"We're under attack." He stated quickly. The queen abruptly rose, astonishment written over her face.
"Who dares cause chaos in my realm?" The queen asked with her high pitched voice.
"It's the legion from the moon family and it's headed by Lord Asmodeus' son, his royal highness Eliot."
"That boy." The queen said from gritted teeth. "He's taken the kingdom feud too far this time. It's about time we thought him the lesson of his lifetime. " The queen said purely with grace and confidence. Her cool yet deadly aura filled the room.
........
A sardonic laugh escaped Eliot's mouth as he squeezed the life out of an aged man. His eyes shone with nothing but merciless intent.
"Agh...ple..ea..se." Th poor man begged but his pleas fell on deaf ears. The boy was becoming out of control.
Eliot's gaze traveled from where he stood to the large number of soldiers racing towards him from the palace gate.
He dropped the unmoving body of the poor old man and leaped towards he hoard.
Loud 'war roars' sounded as Eliot's legion fought against the opposing legion.
**** For centuries the dark faes, white faes and royal lycan- demons had been at war with each other. However, in the 14th century, the leaders of the three realms and the seven kingdoms had called a truce. A truce that forbade them from crossing paths with each other.
A prophecy once foretold that the last son of the moon family would be the bridge of destruction amongst the realms. For years Lord Asmodeus had weaned off his enemies and allies who saw the need to eliminate his son- for he saw hope in the boy but the youthful days of Eliot proved very difficult.
Once he had unleashed his powers, the boy had been consumed by darkness and an insatiable thirst for power and things that could not be his.
****"Asmodeus." The white fae queen called. Her voice sounding annoyed. "Your son is gradually unleashing his powers and you know what comes along with it."
"I do, Axia but I know somewhere in him is good."
"The prophecy is at hand."
"You do not tell me what to do in my own kingdom. " Asmodeus shouted.
" But our realms are at stake as long as that boy is still alive." The dark fae king, Rufus, who had remained silent the whole time added, stomping his staff hard on the ground.
"My son is not a monster."
" Your son is impending doom." Axia taunted.
Just then, a guard knocked on the door and the annoyed Lord Asmodeus answered.
"Your royal highness, I beg your pardon but there's something you need to see immediately. It's his highness Eliot." The guard announced quickly.
A sudden tension fell in the room as Asmodeus turned to both Lord Rufus and her lady Axia.
Outside in the garden, Lord Asmodeus felt a wave of shock wash over him and world crashing over him as he witnessed something heartbreaking. Before the trio had arrived, the young prince had raged out of his mother's room from an argument. The poor woman followed after her son to the garden.
"Eliot listen to me." She yelled. "I'm your mother for crying out loud."
The raging boy's back was facing towards his mother while his face twisted and turned in anger. His eyes glowed with hate while his fist pressed into hard balls.
"Son would you stop that nonsense and talk to me now?" His mother yelled again. *SNAP.*
Whatever string restraining him broke. His strong arm moved swiftly and tightly gripped his mother's neck with gritted teeth.
The woman breathlessly begged. A few guards nearby rushed to her aid but the boy was too strong and won't budge.
"Eliot!" Lord Asmodeus roared? Throwing a powerful strike at the boy. The blow knocked the former of his feet, sending him crashing far into the garden but Lord Rufus was swift enough to grab the limp woman in time.
"My love. Are you okay?" Lord Asmodeus worriedly enquired hugging her tight. " I'm so sorry."
" Asmodeus." Axia tapped his steady shoulder. He turned to her with a pained look. A look in his eyes that promised the tragic end he had so desperately been trying to avoid and this time, it was going to be done by him.
.........
The battle was still ongoing. Eliot had moved deep into the white fae realm with his men trailing loyally behind him- men whom mainly consisted of rogues and undead beings.
The latter's powers had only grown stronger by the second as he absorbed the life from those who fell victim to his hands that showed no mercy.
His main target was off ahead fighting off the rogues attacking her. The queen Axia looking all graceful stabbed her sword into the chest of a rogue and pulled it out.
Her gaze lingering on the so called prince. Both stuck in an intense glaring competition.
He advanced towards her through the fighting crowd .
"When did he get this fast?" Axia thought with a frown as she spread her arms out, where a pair of a light shade of multicolored wings sprouted from her back. Her loud shriek echoed as she pointed her sharp sword forward and flew at a great speed towards the boy running fast towards her as well.