Long ago there was one thing which was said and spoken, "All things magical or unatrual will fall."

Waking up in the very heart of darkness, Raynard breathed.

He did not know where or how he got to here.

But he knew one thing, never ever forget.

Like a call and a warning he breathed and went to slumber, befor growing into the form he was meant to be.

'Crack!' The heart of darkness no longer held his body, and instead broke from which Raynard was born.

Claws, teeth, and eye's along with his very body was of an infant, more or less a predator.

Raynard looked around his, his very skin dark red and a hunger unlike any he had felt, his nose itself stiffed.

Ashes, sulfer and fire itself was what he smelled, but what caught his attention was the very egg he was awoken from.

He grabbed and ate at the very obsidian shell he came out of and savored every bite, his very instinct was tell him that this was right.

He then finished before walking out of the hole he was incased in.

He saw a sea of other eggs just like his, ones colorful, ones larger and smaller, and ones with odd shapes, along with ones that stood out from the rest.

And like a spawn, they too began to crack and hatch.

Raynard knew what was comming, he set down and breathed the air which burned his very lungs.

"So it started."

His very voice was incoherent and only he could understand it.

Soon a masive wave of fights between his sibling were to be witnessed in all its glory.

Breeds of all kings of newborn demons were ripping and tearing at each other.

To many, this was fear inducing, to be born and suddenly get attacked.

Still the smile on raynards face bloomed wider, he saw the egony and grimace, along with rage and fear filled expressions.

Ohhh,.. it made him grip his shoulders as to contain himself.

The very planet was red and the skys along with the red sun made the watch more admirable.

Still the demons who bleed, never bleed red, they instead blooded with toxicity, like blue, purple or green along with yellow, but never red.

Soon though, souls or the very existence of the death demons hovered over there fallen corpses.

"Ah, what a sight to see, so those are the same as ever."

Said Raynard.

He began to look at his left, a demon from the tiger side was watching him and ready to rip Raynard into two.

Still raynard did not care much, instead of looking at the newborn demon as a threat, he looked at it as if to enjoy himself more.

Like a coin toss, the tiger demon lunged at raynard, but found its very body stopping right in the air.

"I took a large amount of loss to get to the the start, and I can't have you ruining this perfectly made body."

Raynard explained.

He then stood up off the granite ground before walking away, chuckling to himself.

He and every demon could feel it, the very planet they were on ready to erupt.

"If you live, then you're lucky but if you die, your soul will just be obsorbed.

Soon the sprawling demons was running toward the location of both RayNard and the tiger demon.

The final task for the demons to survive was dig through the side of the stone walls of the hills and later dig downward.

Raynard did as what he originally would have done, still the tiger demon would never get away or live since, what was to come.

It came, an eruption of several flying demonic birds.

They had no feathers and only flew using there batline wings to soar through the unending sky.

The horrific sceen unfolded, the birds hungry and deprived ate at the demons who have died or they ones too weak to move.

They're screams were the only thing they could manage.

Raynard had a full smile on his face, he was a demon of emotion, anything that would excite any individual would make him stronger, what he found out was they not only fear was the catalyst for his growth, however he also found that every emotion would make him stronger.

Still his smile vanished the moment he thought of a person.

No! The bastard who killed him, an overwhelming demon the likes to almost reach demon king level.

His fangs began to grind at each other, the very rage he exudes would have killed any demon who wasn't at his level or higher.

"ANOS VOLDIGOAD SARDIMOND OGASIVATISE RODEM ORBIDOM COSUKA!." RAYNARD SHOUTED,

His very shout killed any newborn demons who were 100 meters away.

There sudden death brought there very souls to hover over there bodies.

RAYNARD became calmer and calmer as he consumed the souls of the fallen demons.

He then began to did deeper into the first layer of the abyss.

His three hearts burning in a rightful rage.

He was going to kill Anos Voldigoad, no matter if it would finally kill him.

"This is taking too long!" He complained.

He then began to use a technique he found in a world known for its unique level of fights.

"Tunneling Dragon, north star claw drill!"

He consitraded his low mana into his claws and began to move his hand into a formation.

Just seconds later he fell.

The very obsidian ground was cut all the way through in a circle formation.

RAYNARD waited for the pillar and him to fall in the first layer.

The impact of his fall alerted the surrounding preditors who were waiting for the newborn demons to come into the hunting ground.

Many demons who have grown to there second stage of low demons were looking at the crater made by Raynard.

Still, they saw noone except for there territorial enemies who were looking for the same thing, they looked at each other as if understanding there mutual stance.

"These bastards, its always the same with them, there too cowardly to reach the second layer of the abyss and hoard the newborns.

(He killed at least 87 newborn demons when he screamed 10 minutes ago.)