Chapter 1: The frist love
It had been one month since the nightmare incident.
A real month — not an illusion.
Peace had finally returned.
Strom was happy again — the chaos had ended, at least for now.
But deep inside, he knew… somewhere out there, servants of the Demon Lord were still plotting to unlock their master.
He didn't care because he is The Dragon Knight — and for once, he wanted to live peacefully.
Morning of Peace
It was a great morning — filled with joy and warmth.
Dravyss was in the kitchen, humming softly, while Strom went out to buy the items she wanted.
The market was alive — laughter, chatter, and the clatter of coins filled the air.
A kind girl helped an old woman with her baskets.
Children ran, laughing in circles.
Old men shared stories of old wars and foolish kings.
Merchants grinned as gold filled their pockets.
Strom (thinking): "Enjoy that, boy. You deserve it."
For the first time in a long while, he felt… peace.
But then —
a voice.
Familiar.
Soft.
Alive.
His steps froze.
Strom (whispering): "No… it can't be…"
He turned, following the sound — heart pounding — until he saw her.
A girl laughing with her friends.
He hesitated… then placed a hand on her shoulder.
Strom: "Angela?"
She turned — and it was her.
Not a shadow.
Not an illusion.
The real Angela.
Angela: "Yes? Do I know you?"
Strom's heart skipped. The groceries slipped from his hands.
For a moment, warmth… then pain — memories flashing like blades.
Angela: "Sorry, I don't remember you."
His breath hitched.
Strom (shaking): "How is that possible? I saw you die…"
Angela: "You don't look crazy, so please… don't make me believe you are."
Strom: "You really don't remember me…"
Angela: "No. I don't."
Strom clutched his chest — her words hit harder than any sword.
She was the one who first trusted him, the one who stopped him from becoming a monster.
Angela (concerned): "Are you okay?"
Strom: "Please… wait for me."
He turned and ran — leaving everything behind — groceries scattered on the ground.
He ran toward a place he swore he'd never return to.
The House of Pain
An hour later, he arrived —
Darkius's old house.
The place that carried his childhood scars…
and the memories of Angela.
Bloodstains still marked the floor.
Old blade cuts etched across the walls.
And the same suffocating air of sorrow lingered.
Then it struck him.
The Angela he saw… wasn't his Angela.
The one he loved, the one who trusted him — she was gone.
This one was different.
He sprinted back to the market — but she was gone.
Only his groceries remained, neatly placed in a basket.
Someone — maybe her — had picked them up.
Back home, Dravyss stood with crossed arms and a flushed, angry face.
Her voice thundered:
Dravyss: "Strom! I told you to come back quickly! Where were you?"
Strom (eyes down, quiet): "Sorry, Mom… I'm sorry."
He placed the basket on the table and sat down, guilt heavy on his shoulders.
Dravyss's anger melted instantly.
She knew he always kept his word — if he broke it, something was wrong with him.
Dravyss (softly): "I'm sorry too, son. I shouldn't have yelled. I know you tried your best."
Strom: "No, Mom… I didn't. I saw her. I saw Angela."
Dravyss: "Strom… she wasn't real. You have to let go, it must be an illusion."
Strom: "No. I know what I saw… but she wasn't the same Angela I knew."
Dravyss: "Forget her, son. You have someone real."
Strom (quietly): "Yeah… I know."
Chapter 2: The Real Love
The next day, Strom left his house to meet Wraith in the Valkyrie territory.
He walked carelessly, his mind elsewhere — nothing seemed to matter anymore.
On the way, he saw Angela again.
He ignored her and kept walking.
The Sickroom
Finally, he reached Astrid's house.
The scene was terrifying. Wraith lay shivering, suffering from a heavy fever.
Sam and Astrid were carefully preparing potions to heal her.
Flowra, Astrid's mother, gently fed Wraith some soup.
Flowra: "Don't worry, daughter. You'll be fine."
Wraith (weakly): "It… it hurts even when I breathe…"
Strom: "What happened?"
Everyone went silent — they hadn't noticed him arrive.
Then Sam explained the dire truth: Wraith had been suffering for over eight days, and her fever was worsening.
Strom: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Astrid: "Sorry! I couldn't leave her side."
Sam: "I've tried almost everything."
Strom: "I know what to do. Sam, prepare a Moon Potion."
Sam: "Of course. Half an hour."
Strom: "Astrid, take a bowl of Wraith's blood."
Astrid (shocked):"Are you insane? She's already weak — taking blood could kill her!"
Strom: "Trust me, it's not what it seems. Please."
Astrid hesitated… then nodded.
Strom: "Prepare everything. I'll be back."
Gathering the Herbs
Strom sprinted into the forest.
He recalled a book he had studied about blue demons — their magic blood could heal, but female blue demons could succumb to a deadly fever if not treated properly.
He gathered:
Azure Tulip — to improve blood flow
Wild Grass — to reduce body temperature
Black Rose — to treat fever
A strange brown-purple fruit — bitter beyond measure
The Potion
Back at the house, Angela watched from behind, suspicious of Strom's rush.
She has followed him — aware that outsiders were not welcome in Valkyrie territory.
Strom crushed the herbs, mixed them with Wraith's blood, and filtered the mixture into the Moon Potion.
It glowed faintly blue — the sign it was ready.
Strom: "Okay… Wraith needs to drink this."
Wraith (grimacing):"Tell me it's tast good, not some mad potion."
Strom: "It's fine. Just drink."
She sipped — then Strom held her mouth shut until she swallowed it all, despite her scratching him in protest.
Wraith (making a face): "I hate you!"
Strom (smiling faintly): "Thanks, darling."
Astrid (curious): "How's the taste?"
Wraith: "Try it yourself."
Astrid: "Nope, I'm fine."
Sam: "Dude… how did you know?"
Strom:"From a book, of course."
Angela Observes
Angela kept watching, lost in thought, until Astrid grabbed her by the collar.
Astrid (dead serious): "You know, we execute anyone breaking into Valkyrie territory. You're lucky — public execution was almost ready."
Angela: "Let me go!"
Astrid: "Nope."
Strom: "Leave her, Astrid. She's harmless."
Astrid:"She broke in, Strom. She has to pay."
Strom:"She's harmless, leave her now!"
Astrid finally let go, and Angela realized how close she had been to death.
Strom:"Angela… what are you doing here?"
Angela: "I followed you. I thought you were crazy."
Strom: "You… followed me through the forest?"
Angela: "Yes. Sorry."
Astrid whispered to Strom: "Not a bad choice for first love."
Strom: "I'll make sure she gets home safely."
Astrid: "Don't get cocky — your demoness is getting well."
Strom: "Noted."
Walking Together
Strom walked with Angela once more — the real Angela this time.
Not a shadow. Not a copy. Not a lie.
Angela: "Thanks for saving me from her."
Strom: "It's okay."
Angela: "And sorry for thinking you were crazy. Actually, I was crazy to break into Valkyrie territory."
Strom: "Make sure you don't do that again — without permission. Astrid's temper is deadly."
Angela:"Hmm… okay. I'll go home safely."
Strom: "It's almost evening, the forest is dark. Are you sure?"
Angela: "Yes. We have rules — no outsiders. I'll follow them."
Strom: "Alright. Bye, Angela."
Angela: "Go home safely, Knight!"
Strom: "How did you know?"
Angela (smiling):"Maybe… magic."
She laughed and walked off into the forest.
Strom left, relieved.
Angela believed in him. The real Angela — finally.
But in the shadows… someone was watching.
And he is not happy.
? (whispering): "A human… he will regret this."
Chapter 3: The Cool as F
On the way home, Strom walked carelessly again, a huge grin on his face.
Angela had started trusting him… maybe they could become friends again.
Strom (thinking):"Hell yeah! My angel is back!"
He closed his eyes, imagining all the great times with Angela — until CRASH!
He collided with someone massive.
He looked up.
A man. Nearly 7 feet tall, muscles like steel, presence radiating danger.
Gray skin, black armor with a red cape, a huge sword strapped to his back. Two red eyes glowed like embers in the darkness.
His voice, if he spoke, would have been heavy… but his fists spoke first.
Strom (panicking): "Sorry, sir! My bad!"
Before he could finish, the punch came.
A single crushing blow sent him flying.
A heavy kick to his chest.
Then, his skull slammed against a tree — wood splintered under the impact.
Punch after punch, strike after strike — Strom barely had time to breathe.
He couldn't summon his weapon. There was no chance.
The giant was merciless.
Slammed into wet mud, Strom gasped, trying to catch a breath.
The massive sword rose — ready to deliver the final blow.
But then he hesitated because the team was coming.
Strom's friends arrived on the scene — and in that moment, the giant vanished into the darkness, leaving Strom alive but battered.
Aftermath
Sam was the first to spot Strom, lying in the mud like… well, a pig. 🐷
Sam(joking): "Bro… what the hell are you doing here?"
Strom (groaning, half-dead): "Aura farming…"
Silence.
Then laughter — loud and unstoppable.
Even half-dead, Strom's cocky streak didn't die. No fear, no tension — he was just unbeatable in spirit.
They helped him up and carried him to Astrid's house to patch him up.
Wraith (teasing): "So… Angela beat you, huh?"
Strom (grumbling): "Shut up, demon."
Sam: "Really, bro? A girl?"
Astrid: "Wow… first love!"
Strom: "Not Angela. Some… big guy. Build like a nightmare. I crashed into him while walking, and he taught me a lesson — never close your eyes while walking."
Everyone erupted into laughter, tears rolling down their faces.
But Strom's mind was already elsewhere.
Revenge...
The big guy had caught him off guard this time… next time, he wouldn't get a chance.
Chapter 4 — The Truth of mysterious man
The same night, high above the clouds, in a kingdom of gold and silver —
the Angel Realm.
Massive gates open, light spilling across the hall.
Inside, Azkol sat on a throne of white stone, his crimson eyes glowing faintly beneath the crown's shadow. His armor shimmered faintly black — not of darkness, but of divine fire turned cold.
Azkol aka the mysterious guy who beat Strom.
He looked down from the steps as the doors opened.
Angela walked in — calm, graceful, and smiling faintly.
Angela: "You called for me, brother?"
Azkol( calm cold and heavy): "Yes. Tell me…did you go to the human village today?"
Angela (blinked, guilt flashing across her face): "I…I...did."
Azkol: "I told you not to."
Angela(soft voice): "I know. But—I just wanted to see my friends again."
Azkol(cold voice): "I warned you for a reason.Humans are dangerous, Angela. Don't make me remind you again."
Angela: "You're wrong! They're not all the same, brother!. Some of them are kind… they care."
Azkol's aura flared for a split second — gold sparks twisting into red.
Azkol: "You broke the rule."
Angela's eyes fell. She whispered —
Angela(tears forming): "Sorry…"
She turned eyes wet and ran out of the hall before anyone could stop her.
The guards looked down, pretending not to breathe.
Azkol sat there for a long moment, his hand clenched around the throne's armrest.
The silence pressed heavy against his heart.
Then softly, he muttered —
"Oh god why?"
Later that night…
The moonlight bled silver through the windows as Azkol walked to Angela's room.
He knocked the door gently.
Azkol: "Angela…"
No answer.
Azkol: "I shouldn't have shouted. I'm sorry."
Angela (from inside): "Go away. I don't want to talk."
Azkol: "Please… I didn't mean it."
Angela: "Then stop yelling every time you're scared."
Azkol sighed. For a moment, he looked almost human.
Then he started — in his deep voice — whispering random "sorry" again and again, until it turned into a funny rhythm.
Azkol: "Sorry, sorry, sorry, your brother's a fool again… sorry, sorry, sorry again and again"
Angela couldn't hold her laughter anymore. She opened the door.
Her eyes were still red, but she smiled.
Angela: "You're so stupid."
Azkol: "I know. But at least I made you laugh."
She hugged him tightly, her head resting against his chest.
Angela: "Don't ever do that again or I'll never talk to you."
Azkol: "Okay Queen your servent will keep your words. But you also promise not to go there at night."
Angela: "Fine. Only daytime. Happy now?"
Azkol: "Deal."
For the world he is the fearless king , Strong, tough, worthy, heartless for enemies, big hearted for his people but ....
For Angela he was the big brother who take care like mother and protect like father, Angela was everything for him , his life.
Next Morning — Valkyrie Territory
The dawn came sharp and cold. Inside Astrid's house, everyone gathered.
Astrid: "So what's the plan?"
Strom: "I'm going after that bastard who attacked me."
Sam: "You mean the mountain that kick your ass and almost turned your bones into powder? Hard pass."
Wraith: "Forget him, Strom. He's not human. Not demon either. Something else."
Strom: "Doesn't matter. He hit me once… no one does that twice."
Astrid (smirking): "That's my boy."
Sam: "You two are addicted to pain."
Wraith: "And chaos."
Strom: "Call it whatever you want. Just be ready — today, we hunt him down."
Strom went to his house take his pandent then to the cave and wear his armour and hold his spear.
Strom: "The Dragon Knight… never forgets a face."
Chapter 5 — The Pin of Pain
The evening sun burned orange across the Valkyrie fields.
Winds carried the scent of steel and battle — tonight, the hunt begins.
Strom: "Okay team, spread out!"
Wraith: "Wait— don't you think this is a bad idea?"
Sam: "Yeah, if that guy finds one of us alone, we're dead meat!"
Astrid (cracking her knuckles): "Come on, guys. If you see him, just defend yourself until we regroup. Then we all will kick his ass — easy."
Strom (grinning): "Now that's a plan."
Everyone scattered across the fields.
But Strom wasn't hunting for justice — he wanted blood.
His pride burned hotter than the sun sinking behind the hills.
Strom (calling out): "Where are you, bro!? Come out — let's fight!"
Only silence answered.
Hours passed. One by one, the others returned, empty-handed.
But Strom didn't.
He kept searching until the stars ruled the sky.
Strom (to himself): "Must be afraid of me now."
With a tired smirk, he finally headed home.
Nightfall — Strom's House
Dravyss sat half-asleep on the couch, a book drooping in her hand.
Strom: "Mom… go to sleep."
Dravyss (mumbling): "Yes… yes… zzz… yes, of course…"
Strom (smiling): "Okay, come on. Let's get you upstairs."
He gently helped her to bed, then came back down.
He pulled a random book from the shelf — something about ancient relics.
Then his eyes widened.
There it was — a sketch of a red stone, glowing like liquid fire.
Exactly like the one on the chest of the man who had beaten him.
Strom (whispering): "That's the same one…"
He read further.
"The Blood Soul Stone — a relic born of pure wrath.
The more blood it drinks, the more strength its holder gains."
Strom's grip tightened on the page: "So that's your trick…"
(pauses) "…Alright, new plan."
Midnight — The Forge Cave
Sparks flashed in the dark.
Strom stood shirtless at his forge, carving shards from one of Dravyss's tail scales — rare, dragon-hard material — while mixing a faint blue powder in a pouch beside him.
When dawn came, Dravyss woke up, yawning her way downstairs — and froze.
Strom was asleep on the chair, his head tilted back, one hand still holding his blue blade.
On the table — tiny crystal shards of her own tail scales, glowing faintly in the morning light.
Dravyss: "What in the world…"
She walked closer.
The shards were razor-sharp — thin as needles.
Strom (half-asleep): "M-Mom? What happened?"
Dravyss: "What are these?"
Strom (stretching): "Oh, nothing… just a new experiment."
Dravyss: "Experiment?"
Strom: "Wait, let me show you."
He placed the shards on the table, poured blue dust over them, and whispered a dragon incantation — a spell of motion and pain.
The air shimmered blue, then went silent.
Dravyss: "Now what?"
Strom (grinning): "Follow me."
Backyard — Early Morning
No one was awake yet. Perfect.
Strom grabbed his spear, took position in front of a training dummy, and struck.
One hit.
Two.
Three.
With every strike, the blue light on the shards pulsed — until suddenly, all fifteen glowing blades shot forward, piercing the dummy from every angle.
The dummy quivered, sizzling with blue sparks.
Dravyss (impressed): "Wow… that's— that's new."
Strom: "A new trick. The more I strike, the more the blades charge.
After fifteen hits…" (he smirks) "…they unleash unbearable pain."
Dravyss: "A boosted attack, then."
Strom: "Exactly. They're tiny — almost impossible to dodge but less damage for big monster."
Dravyss (smiling proudly): "Clever boy. Now, before you go inventing more deadly toys, bring me some wheat flour from the market."
Strom: "Okay."
Dravyss (sternly): "And stay away from Angela."
Strom: "Yeah, yeah. I got it, Mom."
Later — Village Market
The streets were alive again, sunlight spilling over the stalls.
Strom walked with a bag in hand, eyes sharp as always.
Then he saw her — Angela.
She smiled, walking toward him.
But Strom's face turned cold. He looked away and walked past her, silent.
Angela froze, her smile fading.
She turned slowly, watching him leave.
Angela (softly): "Why… are you ignoring me?"
But Strom kept walking.
He didn't need a reason — his instincts screamed danger.
That red stone.
That power.
And the connection she might be hiding.
Strom (thinking): "Until I know the truth… I'm not risking anything."
The wind blew softly as he disappeared into the crowd —
the calm before the storm.
Chapter 6 — The Dark Angle
Morning mist curled above the trees.
Strom, fully armored, stepped out of the shadows — his blue aura faint but alive. The hunt wasn't over yet.
His eyes caught someone sitting near the riverside — long golden hair glowing under sunlight.
It was Angela.
She sat on a large stone, staring into the flowing water, her reflection rippling like her thoughts.
Angela (thinking): "Why did Strom ignore me…? What did I do wrong?"
Footsteps echoed.
Strom sat beside her, the metal of his armor clinking softly.
Strom: "...Sorry."
Angela's gaze didn't lift (coldly): "You and my brother — both the same. Say sorry and think it fixes everything."
Strom (blinked): "Your brother?"
Angela (nodding): "Yes. He yelled at me last night… then came back with an apology. You ignored me, now you're saying sorry. Guess all dark-armored people think alike."
Strom froze.
His hand subconsciously brushed over his chest plate.
Strom: "Dark armor… wait — does your brother… have a red stone in his chest?"
Angela turned her head, confused: "Yes. But how do you know"
Strom's blood went cold.
It clicked instantly. The one who humiliated him… the "mysterious man"… was her brother.
Azkol.
Strom's eyes darkened beneath his helmet.
Strom: "Take me to him."
Angela: "What? No—why?"
Strom (firmly): "Take. Me To him."
Angela hesitated but saw no hate in his eyes — only determination.
Reluctantly, she nodded.
They walked through the dense forest, toward the golden glow of the Angel Realm on the horizon.
But halfway there, Angela stopped.
Angela: "Wait here. I'll bring him to you."
Strom: "...Alright."
She vanished between the trees, her faint golden wings dissolving into light.
Strom waited in silence, wind rustling through the leaves.
Then, a familiar voice cut through the quiet.
Astrid (smirking): "Well, well, well look who we found. The mighty knight… with his first love."
Wraith landed from a branch nearby: "You forgot about me, huh?"
Sam stepped forward, grinning.
Sam: "Bro's cheating on his Princess!"
Strom (groaning): "Shut up, all of you. You don't know the truth."
Astrid (grinning): "Then bark, dog."
Strom: "The guy who ambushed me — the one with the red stone — is her brother."
The group fell silent for a moment.
Sam (muttering): "Bro… why do all the beautiful girls come with overpowered brothers?"
Astrid (snapping): "Watch your tongue, mage, before I cut it."
Wraith (snickering): "So it's set then… The Dragon Knight vs. The Dark Angel."
Strom's blue eyes glowed from under the helmet: "Red vs. Blue."
The wind picked up, blowing dust across the forest floor —
and in the distance, a red light flickered through the trees.
The hunt had begun.
Chapter 7 — Knight vs Angel
Evening fell silent across the forest as the golden clouds turned crimson.
Angela walked down the path, her wings folded, her brother Azkol beside her — the King of the Angel Realm, his armor darker than the night sky, his red eyes glowing faintly through the visor.
And there they were.
Strom and his team — waiting.
Azkol (coldly): "Do I know you?"
Strom (voice sharp and calm): "Sorry, sir… my bad."
The words stabbed into Azkol's mind like sparks —
and then it hit him. The same human.
The one who dared touch Angela.
His fury erupted.
Azkol: "You…"
Strom: "Let's see."
Angela (panicked): "Brother, stop! He's my friend!"
Azkol (without turning): "Stay behind me."
He unsheathed his sword — a crimson great blade radiating power.
Strom (grinning beneath his helmet): "Come here, Crow."
The clash exploded in seconds.
The Dragon Knight vs The Dark Angel.
Blue flames met red fire —
The Dragon Spear clashed with the Crimson Steel.
Each strike spilled sparks like liquid stars, echoing through the valley.
Strom moved like lightning — fast, precise, brutal.
Azkol's swings were thunder — heavy, scorching, unstoppable.
Each hit shook the ground.
Each step left marks in the soil.
Strom fought for revenge.
Azkol fought to protect.
Neither would bend.
Strike after strike —
until Strom's spear locked Azkol's sword to the ground.
He leapt up —
his Magical steel rings smashing against Azkol's helmet again and again, denting it with every hit.
Metal screamed.
Azkol growled — then slammed his palm into Strom's chest, throwing him across the dirt.
The others couldn't just watch anymore.
Sam: "He's gonna die—"
He cast a lightning spell —
Astrid rushed in and slammed her fist into Azkol's ribs, forcing him back a step.
Astrid: "Not so tough now, huh!"
Wraith dashed in with phantom claws, her strikes fast as wind — but his armor held.
Then Strom's spear flashed — stabbing through Azkol's arm, drawing divine blood.
A roar.
A spell.
Angela raised her hand — a blinding golden blast ripped through the battlefield, sending everyone flying back.
Angela (screaming): "STOP IT! Why are you all fighting?!"
Astrid (half-smiling): "Because we love blood ,you stupid."
The insult burned through Azkol's rage.
He turned his sword, clashed with Astrid — a single swing, and her own sword shattered.
Azkol summoned his shield, slammed her hard — her arm broke, she fell to the dirt.
Sam: "ASTRID!"
He fired a phoenix spell, flames blasting Azkol backward —
but Wraith and Strom were already charging again.
Angela tried to stop them, but Wraith had already made her move.
Strom (yelling): "WRAITH, NO!"
Too late.
Azkol hurled his sword like a spear — it crashed into Wraith's armor, throwing her back, then he appeared in front of her in an instant — grabbed her by the head.
A brutal punch shattered her helmet — her face bloodied, barely conscious.
He raised his arm for the killing blow—
—but Strom's spear pierced his wrist.
The ground shook.
In one motion, Strom's counterpunch cracked Azkol's helmet.
He caught Wraith and fell back as Sam threw up a magic barrier.
Angela tried to heal, but Strom snapped at her —
Strom (roaring): "STAY AWAY!"
Tears fell from Angela's eyes.
Azkol saw it — and lost all control.
He charged again, his rage shaking the air itself.
Strom stepped forward, blocking his sword strike barehanded with his forearm guards — metal scraping metal.
Strom: "Go away, bitch!"
He kicked Azkol so hard he smashed into a stone cliff.
Strom (turning to Sam): "Get them out of here. Now."
This wasn't about ego anymore.
It was about vengeance — about making him pay for hurting his friends.
He charged.
Their weapons collided again —
Strom's fist slammed into Azkol's ribs, blood spilling from his mouth.
Strom (growling): "That's for her."
Another punch cracked Azkol's jaw.
Strom: "And that's for my love."
He lifted his spear — ready for the final strike —
—but Angela's spell locked him in place.
Strom: "ANGELA?! What are you doing?!"
Angela (crying): "STOP! You're taking him away from me!"
In that second, Azkol's punch sent Strom flying into the ground, dust bursting around him.
Azkol (cold): "Now you know where you stand, human."
Angela (pleading): "Brother, please— stop!"
But Azkol didn't listen.
He gripped the red stone in his chest —
and turned it.
A blinding flash — the ground quaked.
His body began to change.
The red cape flared into blood-soaked wings.
His armor melted into molten plates.
His size grew —
ten feet… fifty… a hundred…
Azkol — The Dark Titan.
A thousand-foot giant stood towering above the forest, his roar shaking the clouds.
Azkol (voice echoing like thunder): "Now you see… you are nothing but an insect to me."
Strom rose slowly, gripping his spear tight.
Strom: "Then take this."
He hurled his spear — it tore through the air like lightning and then all fifteen blades come and blast straight into the red stone.
A direct hit—
but the crystal didn't shatter.
Azkol (grinning): "Enough tricks."
He raised his sword to crush Strom —
—but his weapon stopped midair.
By someone's hand.
Chapter 8 — The Truth of Fallen Angel
Azkol's sword stopped — caught mid-swing by a massive claw covered in glowing blue scales.
He turned, and his eyes widened.
It was Dravyss, the Nightmare Dragon herself — towering 1000 feet tall, her radiant glow lighting up the ruined battlefield. Her eyes were sharp as blades, burning with fury.
Dravyss: "You dare to hurt them?"
Before he could react, her punch smashed him down like a meteor.
The ground cracked, the air shook. Azkol stood again and swung his sword with all his strength, but Dravyss dodged like a flash of lightning.
He raised his shield to block — but her cosmic blue fire melted it mid-strike.
Azkol: "Impossible…"
Dravyss: "You don't know what's possible."
Her claw tore through his armor like it was paper.
She grabbed his arm and crushed it until the bone shattered into dust — his sword dropped to the ground.
Dravyss (coldly): "Now you know what's possible."
Her next strike shattered the red stone on his chest.
A shockwave burst out as Azkol fell to his knees — his colossal form fading, wings burning away until he returned to his normal body, weak and breathless.
He tried to rise, but couldn't. The Dark Angel was defeated.
The others ran forward, weapons ready. Strom's spear pointed at Azkol's heart.
But before anyone could strike, Angela rushed in front of her brother, lifting his fallen sword with trembling arms.
Angela: "No! Not him. Not while I'm here!"
Astrid didn't answer — her glare said everything.
She swung her sword, knocking Azkol's weapon away, then dropped her own blade and grabbed Angela's arm hard enough to make her wince.
Angela (struggling): "Let us go!"
Astrid: "You know I won't take a second to break your neck."
Azkol looked up — not with rage this time, but with pain.
Azkol (pleading): "Please… take me instead but Leave her. Please…"
Everyone froze.
This wasn't the Dark Angel anymore. This was a broken brother begging for the life of his little sister.
Strom: "You're still going to die."
Angela: "I thought you were different, Strom… I thought humans and angels could live peacefully. But I was wrong."
Azkol looked down. His voice trembled.
Azkol: "Mother died because she thought the same."
Strom's grip tightened: "What happened to her?"
Azkol's eyes darkened — old memories rising like ghosts.
Azkol: "She was the most joyful and kind angel of our kind. My father died in the war between humans and angels, and she wanted to bring peace.
She went to speak with a human king. I was twelve. Angela was three."
Azkol( breaking ): "Mother told me to stay behind… I held Angela and watched her walk toward them. But when she spoke of peace… an arrow pierced her chest. She fell — and they laughed. I tried to run, but a soldier threw me aside. They didn't want peace… they wanted her golden feathers."
Azkol(tears falling): "They ripped her wings apart while she screamed. They tore her feathers one by one — until nothing was left but her blood. They wanted her beauty. Her gold. Not her heart."
No one spoke. Only silence.
Azkol: "Then the king walked toward Angela. She was crying, tiny in my arms. He didn't see a child — only more gold. I threw a spear into his chest before he could touch her. He died… but then humans came after me. I ran. I fought. Somehow, I survived. I swore that day I'd kill every human who tried to take my sister away."
He fell silent.
The sound of the wind filled the space between them. Even Strom's heart ached.
Strom (softly): "I...I didn't know that… I'm sorry."
Azkol (looked up, tears mixing with blood): "I couldn't save her. I couldn't protect anyone. They threw her body away like garbage… and I was helpless, how unlucky I'm didn't get a chance to say goodbye to her. That's why I became this monster."
Angela's voice cracked: "You never told me this… why?"
Azkol: "Because how could I tell you ,your brother failed? I wasn't strong enough. I couldn't save her… or you."
Dravyss stepped closer, her voice soft — no longer fierce, but filled with warmth.
Dravyss: "No, my son. You didn't fail. You're not weak. You're not alone. The past can't be changed, but we are here — always."
Strom (lowered his weapon, guilt twisting inside him): "We all fail, Azkol. But you… you tried. And that makes you the best of us."
Everyone nodded.
The battlefield that moments ago burned with hate was now quiet — filled with only truth and regret.
The Dark Angel wasn't evil.
He was broken.
A prince turned into a monster — not by choice, but by the cruelty of the world.
Once a boy searching for his mother…
Now, a knight who wore his pain as armor, still carrying that twelve-year-old's cry deep inside.