Pilot
The sky was pitch black with ash, the ground littered with corpses, his friends and family were lying lifeless in a pool of their blood. Their limbs ripped off and spread like sand, and there he was in the middle of all this chaos, the only one to somehow survive it all. The adults around him died, gruesomely, yet he somehow survived, sitting there covered in soot and blood, looking like he was ready to make anyone who dared to come close to him regret it. However with how old he was no one was scared of a three-year-old doing them any harm, which resulted in thousands of cripples, and the nickname, "demon of war", No one dared to come closer than ten feet, and then she walked onto the field, the most profound mage of their time, the master of all elements, they begged for her to kill him to make him pay for the lives of their comrades and feel their pain, but what she did astounded them. she knelt to the ground and hugged him as he cried tears of blood.
10 Years later.....
10 years had passed and now he was the best combat mage of another country, who never smiled, always haunted by his past, ever since that first therapy session. Since that day the country's best therapist became permanently crippled, today was his first official mission today his training was finally complete, and his first mission was an assassination, but he considered that no fun especially, since this was a mission against the country that robbed him of home, aerin, and now he had his chance at revenge, the gate to their palace was in front of his face begging him to open them and let chaos ensue and so he obliged, with a cry that was blood curdling, skin crawling and fear bringing it was the cry that let them know the blood demon was here and he was ready to feast.
he was ready to lay claim to their lives, unless.
