Zen. It was the center, where all three continents met. The land of the Demons, Angels and Humans.

The Humans were considered the weaker kind but they came out to have stronger potential as having balance in energies.

The Angels are stronger. They are masters of multiple diverse arts. They are known for their royal life and glory.

The Demons are terrifying. They are nor bad or cruel in no way. The name given to their kind for their mastery in 'Demonic' Arts. Their bodies are strong. Their minds and wits are exemplery.

A war had occurred. Several thousand years ago. They made peace after the havoc. Thus all the generation forward have mentained this silent peace.

Each of the races chose their king and their kingship was passed down in a hereditary manner. This was their chosen path.

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In the northern part of the Demon Kingdom(Kolasi), there was to be an quite infamous battalion of demons. They had been ruling the locality in a what was a tyrannical manner. They were about 14 men by the report. A fabulous villa which belonged to the chief of the place was now being reigned by the bandits.

The door suddenly slammed open. One of the bandits stood up and descended the stairs to find someone standing at the door. He approached the dark silhouetteon the door.

He did not come back. A second bandit followed. He too, never came back. Insted a splash of blood painted the all in front of the staircase. It was followed by a severed hand.

A boy climbed the stairs. He seemed to be young. His face was expressionless and his body shivering. He did not seem to have done the killing.

He ascended with a bloody sword in his hands. The bandits thought no more. The center of them, who was the leader, ordered:

"Finish the kid off. It doesn't matter if he did it, or not."

Again only one approached him. He approached the boy with no mercy in his eyes. They had already done this enough times to flinch once. He rose his blade while mummuring for forgiveness, while the rest continued their feast.

A splash of blood sprayed the table. The blood tinted the window. The boy did not seem to shiver anymore. He was smiling. There was a dagger in the bandits throat.

"It was the boy after all."

Commented the leader once more. There was no sorrow for his teammates death. It was just pride of being correct.

A swift motion. Another demon fell. This one had lost his head but it was not cut off, it had been ripped off. The boy was holding his head with his lush red hair covering his eyes.

"Four"

Counted the boy.

"Don't be too cocky, boy." said the leader. "You may have killed four, but you are not aware of who I am."

He laughed a terrible laugh. The boy had cut an wound on his chest. He screamed in pain and then went quite. He rose up with the wound seemingly gone.

"I am a nobel demon you fool !" He exclaimed.

"That sword of yours is but a toy for me. You can try all you want to kill me but that won't work. This flesh heals itself. It is not just the fact of am of nobel level but I am the noble of this place. The military didn't support me, so I made mine."

"There aren't 14 I see." He said. The realisation was crystal clear. He said,

"There were 15 of you. The 14 bandits and one corrupt nobel."

He smile with a calm face and a gentle warmth.

"That's what you don't deserve." said the boy in a quite way. It was almost a whisper. "You don't deserve to be a nobel by rank. Thus..."

He smiled. The leader almost began to choak. He didn't knew what it was but it was not good. The boys lips opened,

"I strip it from you."

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A boy with red hair is in a dimly lit room. His eyes were blue and reflected the gore in the room. He draws a sword from a corpse. There were 14 corpses in total. The sword was in the leader of the bandits. The did not healz nither did he breath.

The door opened with a old man standing on the entrance. He was dressed elegantly just like a butler. This eyes seemed to be black and no emotion reflected on his face.

"We have to go."

Said the old man.

The boy didn't respond at first and then looked back at old man with his pair of blue eyes and a innocent face.

"We have to go. My lord."

He said. He swallowed before saying,

"My prince."

The boy sheathed his sword.

"Let's go."

Finally answered the boy. The Demon Prince.