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Chapter 1
        Bloody Beginnings

"XELLOS, I NEED YOU TO DISTRACT THOSE DAMNED DEMONS BEFORE THEY GET TO US", Aamir yelled as he tried to open a rusted shut, crimson colored door, his muscles were showing, all the cuts that defined the muscle he had shown due to the force he was applying by pulling on the door. His clothing was tattered in all places, the chest, the elbows and back. His shirt may have been dark crimson red but you could see that it was soaked and caked in his own blood and the blood of others. The chains that had once shone brightly in the hellish light on his black work boots were broken and mud encrusted. His leather pants were bloody, ripped at the seams at the knees and pockets. His knees were bloody from tripping multiple times on the black asphalt and from injuries a few demons had inflicted upon him. His black staff was on the floor, scratched and shattered. The yellow orb that would usually be at the top of this staff being held up by electrical currents was split in half from over usage. The inside of the orb, black, as if burned from the electricity that flowed through it. It seemed as if they went through hell and back, but ironically enough, they are from hell. His black, dust covered bangs over his forehead was messy and oily. It's as if he hadn't seen a bath in days. His eyes blood shot, filled with nothing but urgency, fear, and the will to keep living with whatever life he was able to make for himself. His blood dripping down from slices on his cheeks and temple area/forehead area. It made dark red streaks all over his face and he would have to wipe his face every 5 minutes. His body trembled, it was at it's limit, and not just that, but his breaking point... It's as if he realized there are some beings who can kill him...and for once in his life, he feared the thought of death it self. That black hooded figure that comes around, collecting the souls of those who were damned for hell, the souls of those who have sinned, killed, and committed crimes against humanity itself. Death, as of now, is the one thing Aamir feared most, and it paralyzed him for every thought that came up in his corrupted, blackened mind that contained death in it from what's been happening for the past month.
"Yes sir..." Xellos looked at the grotesque, organ slathered demons running towards him. A few stayed behind though to torture their bloody victims, slowly slicing the stomachs open of innocent humans. Then again, no one is truly innocent... The humans yelled and screamed for their lives but all they had to receive were another fellow humans torment filled screams and the sound of their inner organs being used as a source of food for demons. Squish squish squish is what one demon would say, which was the sound these organs would make as they were ripped out of the human, blood squirting into the demons mouth and onto it's face as it squealed in delight. The human..the man screamed in utter anguish and defeat. Finally, as the life slowly seeped out of their eyes, they prayed to God for mercy, but of course..God never answered their prayers, and He most likely never will. Today, they learned they weren't as powerful as they thought. Today a section of humanity can see clearly how weak they truly are..
  "Today I repay the favor of you allowing me to take shelter in your beloved castle..allowing me to train under your wing..and now..it's time for me to fight for what I've helped you create back in hell. I understand that it's against your morals after years of torture to help humans..but I guess you're the one who'd prefer to torture and kill every single one yourself. Today, if I die, I die with happiness and honor..thank you Aamir..my king"
Xellos then slowly closed his crisp white eye lids as he lifted his symbolic encrusted and entrusted staff into the sky. He began to spin the cloud white staff, slowly at first, but the more it spun the faster it went. He then opened his eyes, his mellow yellow eyes glistening slightly in the sun, and yet they had a dead, emotionless look on them. His eyes..they were the look you'd see in a man who's mentally destroyed. A look a man has when they have nothing left to lose... His long red hair flowed in the wind from the drafts his staff picked up. If you were to look at the staff, it looked as bright as a beautiful twinkling white star in the night sky on a dark summer night out in the wilderness. The demons..such grotesque creatures. Creatures of darkness and blood lust...mindless animals who just know how to kill and cause suffering and feed off the pain of humanity..they locked their sights on Xellos...they ran towards him..Xellos brought the staff down...the demons lashed out..Xellos eye patch went flying after it was sliced off, the red roses encrusted within the eye patch glistened gently as it went through the warm, blood vapor filled air...a demon went flying...a hole in it's chest..and if you notice..a heart on the tip of Xellos' staff...still pumping a green, thick blood from it's holes...
Aamir had finally gotten the door open, and before he was able to call out for Xellos to rush to his side, a black hand went forth and latched itself onto his mouth. This was it, Aamir froze in terror as he stared into the eyes of what was possibly his death. The man who had Aamir by the mouth, a man of ferocity and terror. Who could possibly instill such fear into Aamir? Aamir's body was trembling, eyes filled with nothing but fear and panic as tears ever so slowly began to fill his eyes. 'Is this what fear feels like?', Aamir thought as he stared into the mans black intensity filled eyes. Eyes filled with blood lust and the need to kill...the need to see the blood of his enemies all over his hands. The man..his name was Cain..and his only purpose in life? 'KILL AAMIR. KILL AAMIR', is what went through Cain's, tortured, insane mind. He tightened his grip around Aamir's face as Aamir weakly slapped his wrist, as if that would do anything. Cain, in a sudden movement, slammed Aamir into the ground, cracking the cement around them both. He began to lean in close as he pinned Aamir against the ground by not just the face, but by the neck as well as to cut off Aamir's breathing, who which had finally given up at trying to get out of Cain's grip. Cain, with a sudden elegance and possibly a hint of delight/giddiness, whispered into Aamir's ear, "This is it..death is finally upon you my poor little fallen..and I'm going to have the honor of killing you with my bare fucking hands.." These words..these words caused Aamir to finally break. Tears streamed down his face, streaking the blood stains over his cheeks and he screamed and blubbered like a child, punching Cain in the chest but he knew this was it. Cain raised his fist which at the moment Aamir was closing his eyes, tears still falling. Cain brought down his fist upon the poor fallen angel's face, again and again. It was only a few seconds until the face of the fallen was just a bloody, pulpy mess, but Cain kept at it, he wanted to torture the angel before he killed him. He brought the black winged Angel upon his weak knees and gave him one solid, and might I add, well deserved punch across what could barely be recognized as a face, which sent his eye patch flying. As the patch hit the ground, it clanked across the cement since it was metallic and eventually lay still against a wall, just like Aamir was doing as the man dressed in all black stood over him. Cain had removed his black gloves, his nails had been sharpened to a point. He was panting slightly as he hardened his hand to execute a knife hand attack across a near beaten to death fallen sprawled against a wall. "This is it Aamir, you've finally gotten what you deserve..." The wind blew, making the man's black trench coat of sorts flap gently with the wind as he brought down his knife hand attack onto Aamir's throat...Aamir opened his eyes, his always mellow look in his red iris eyes was gone, it was replaced with regret..anger...and the will to keep living...

  WHOA WHOA WHOA
  Let's not get a bit ahead of ourselves, maybe we should start from the beginning don't you think? Yes? FANTASTIC!

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Chapter 1
        Bloody Beginnings

"XELLOS, I NEED YOU TO DISTRACT THOSE DAMNED DEMONS BEFORE THEY GET TO US", Aamir yelled as he tried to open a rusted shut, crimson colored door, his muscles were showing, all the cuts that defined the muscle he had shown due to the force he was applying by pulling on the door. His clothing was tattered in all places, the chest, the elbows and back. His shirt may have been dark crimson red but you could see that it was soaked and caked in his own blood and the blood of others. The chains that had once shone brightly in the hellish light on his black work boots were broken and mud encrusted. His leather pants were bloody, ripped at the seams at the knees and pockets. His knees were bloody from tripping multiple times on the black asphalt and from injuries a few demons had inflicted upon him. His black staff was on the floor, scratched and shattered. The yellow orb that would usually be at the top of this staff being held up by electrical currents was split in half from over usage. The inside of the orb, black, as if burned from the electricity that flowed through it. It seemed as if they went through hell and back, but ironically enough, they are from hell. His black, dust covered bangs over his forehead was messy and oily. It's as if he hadn't seen a bath in days. His eyes blood shot, filled with nothing but urgency, fear, and the will to keep living with whatever life he was able to make for himself. His blood dripping down from slices on his cheeks and temple area/forehead area. It made dark red streaks all over his face and he would have to wipe his face every 5 minutes. His body trembled, it was at it's limit, and not just that, but his breaking point... It's as if he realized there are some beings who can kill him...and for once in his life, he feared the thought of death it self. That black hooded figure that comes around, collecting the souls of those who were damned for hell, the souls of those who have sinned, killed, and committed crimes against humanity itself. Death, as of now, is the one thing Aamir feared most, and it paralyzed him for every thought that came up in his corrupted, blackened mind that contained death in it from what's been happening for the past month.
"Yes sir..." Xellos looked at the grotesque, organ slathered demons running towards him. A few stayed behind though to torture their bloody victims, slowly slicing the stomachs open of innocent humans. Then again, no one is truly innocent... The humans yelled and screamed for their lives but all they had to receive were another fellow humans torment filled screams and the sound of their inner organs being used as a source of food for demons. Squish squish squish is what one demon would say, which was the sound these organs would make as they were ripped out of the human, blood squirting into the demons mouth and onto it's face as it squealed in delight. The human..the man screamed in utter anguish and defeat. Finally, as the life slowly seeped out of their eyes, they prayed to God for mercy, but of course..God never answered their prayers, and He most likely never will. Today, they learned they weren't as powerful as they thought. Today a section of humanity can see clearly how weak they truly are..
  "Today I repay the favor of you allowing me to take shelter in your beloved castle..allowing me to train under your wing..and now..it's time for me to fight for what I've helped you create back in hell. I understand that it's against your morals after years of torture to help humans..but I guess you're the one who'd prefer to torture and kill every single one yourself. Today, if I die, I die with happiness and honor..thank you Aamir..my king"
Xellos then slowly closed his crisp white eye lids as he lifted his symbolic encrusted and entrusted staff into the sky. He began to spin the cloud white staff, slowly at first, but the more it spun the faster it went. He then opened his eyes, his mellow yellow eyes glistening slightly in the sun, and yet they had a dead, emotionless look on them. His eyes..they were the look you'd see in a man who's mentally destroyed. A look a man has when they have nothing left to lose... His long red hair flowed in the wind from the drafts his staff picked up. If you were to look at the staff, it looked as bright as a beautiful twinkling white star in the night sky on a dark summer night out in the wilderness. The demons..such grotesque creatures. Creatures of darkness and blood lust...mindless animals who just know how to kill and cause suffering and feed off the pain of humanity..they locked their sights on Xellos...they ran towards him..Xellos brought the staff down...the demons lashed out..Xellos eye patch went flying after it was sliced off, the red roses encrusted within the eye patch glistened gently as it went through the warm, blood vapor filled air...a demon went flying...a hole in it's chest..and if you notice..a heart on the tip of Xellos' staff...still pumping a green, thick blood from it's holes...
Aamir had finally gotten the door open, and before he was able to call out for Xellos to rush to his side, a black hand went forth and latched itself onto his mouth. This was it, Aamir froze in terror as he stared into the eyes of what was possibly his death. The man who had Aamir by the mouth, a man of ferocity and terror. Who could possibly instill such fear into Aamir? Aamir's body was trembling, eyes filled with nothing but fear and panic as tears ever so slowly began to fill his eyes. 'Is this what fear feels like?', Aamir thought as he stared into the mans black intensity filled eyes. Eyes filled with blood lust and the need to kill...the need to see the blood of his enemies all over his hands. The man..his name was Cain..and his only purpose in life? 'KILL AAMIR. KILL AAMIR', is what went through Cain's, tortured, insane mind. He tightened his grip around Aamir's face as Aamir weakly slapped his wrist, as if that would do anything. Cain, in a sudden movement, slammed Aamir into the ground, cracking the cement around them both. He began to lean in close as he pinned Aamir against the ground by not just the face, but by the neck as well as to cut off Aamir's breathing, who which had finally given up at trying to get out of Cain's grip. Cain, with a sudden elegance and possibly a hint of delight/giddiness, whispered into Aamir's ear, "This is it..death is finally upon you my poor little fallen..and I'm going to have the honor of killing you with my bare fucking hands.." These words..these words caused Aamir to finally break. Tears streamed down his face, streaking the blood stains over his cheeks and he screamed and blubbered like a child, punching Cain in the chest but he knew this was it. Cain raised his fist which at the moment Aamir was closing his eyes, tears still falling. Cain brought down his fist upon the poor fallen angel's face, again and again. It was only a few seconds until the face of the fallen was just a bloody, pulpy mess, but Cain kept at it, he wanted to torture the angel before he killed him. He brought the black winged Angel upon his weak knees and gave him one solid, and might I add, well deserved punch across what could barely be recognized as a face, which sent his eye patch flying. As the patch hit the ground, it clanked across the cement since it was metallic and eventually lay still against a wall, just like Aamir was doing as the man dressed in all black stood over him. Cain had removed his black gloves, his nails had been sharpened to a point. He was panting slightly as he hardened his hand to execute a knife hand attack across a near beaten to death fallen sprawled against a wall. "This is it Aamir, you've finally gotten what you deserve..." The wind blew, making the man's black trench coat of sorts flap gently with the wind as he brought down his knife hand attack onto Aamir's throat...Aamir opened his eyes, his always mellow look in his red iris eyes was gone, it was replaced with regret..anger...and the will to keep living...

  WHOA WHOA WHOA
  Let's not get a bit ahead of ourselves, maybe we should start from the beginning don't you think? Yes? FANTASTIC!