There was once a time when gods, angels, and devils ruled the world with their wisdom.Over all the races humans, elves, dwarves, and demons they reigned supreme.
The world itself was divided into five continents. Three were under the dominion of the Gods, Angels, and Devils respectively. The other two, distant and unexplored, remained mysteries to the historians of that age.
The continent ruled by the Gods was called Paradise Valley, which contained three great countries:
Redlake Land – ruled by Thunder God Baeheimen, where humans lived in abundance.
Bredane – ruled by Water God Opheros, homeland of the elves.
Elinlya – ruled by Sun God Raenske, where nobles and the wealthy both humans and elves resided.
In this age, all lifeforms could wield magic in their daily lives. Some, gifted beyond measure, became champions of their nations.
Among them was a boy named Raya Azazel a 15-year-old half-elf, half-demon, with long white hair, curved horns upon his forehead, and pale white eyes. Born in the land of the Devils, Azazel dreamed of traveling the world and uncovering the truths it held.
But fate was cruel. On a stormy night, his ship was torn apart by a thunderstorm. Cast adrift, he was separated from his family and left gravely wounded. His unconscious body washed ashore in the far-off land of Bredane.
Night cloaked the land. Weak and injured, Azazel staggered toward the faint lights of a small village. His vision blurred, his legs gave way, and darkness claimed him before he could reach shelter.
When he awoke, he found himself inside a small wooden house. An elf man and a young girl with crimson eyes were watching over him.
"You're awake," the elf said cautiously. "Who are you, and how did you end up here? You were bleeding terribly when we found you."
Azazel groaned, sitting up slightly. "I… was traveling with my family. A storm struck our ship. I don't know if they survived. The sea carried me here."
The elf studied him, his expression unreadable. "And those injuries?"
"I fought the waves, but they nearly killed me," Azazel admitted. His eyes flicked toward his bandaged wounds. "Did you heal me?"
The elf shook his head and gestured toward the girl. "Not I. My daughter did. Her name is Akiena. She is only fourteen, but she possesses holy healing magic. It isn't strong enough to mend deep wounds, but it saved your life."
Azazel's gaze lingered on the girl. Her beauty was striking soft features, crimson eyes that glowed faintly in the lamplight. He smiled faintly despite his pain. "You… you're the one who healed me. Thank you. My name is Azazel."
The elf nodded. "I am Luis Akeza, a simple farmer. This village is far from Bredane's capital. Most of us here are peasants, struggling to survive under the weight of greedy nobles."
Azazel frowned at that but said nothing. Instead, he revealed part of his truth. "I was born with a demon spirit within me. Its power allows me to summon black and red demonic flames… flames that can burn anything. I can even stop time itself for a few moments."
Both Luis and Akiena looked at him in astonishment. Never before had they seen a hybrid half elf, half demon.
"As repayment for saving me," Azazel continued, "I'll help protect this village."
That evening, the three shared dinner together. Luis brought fresh vegetables from his farm, and Akiena cooked with surprising skill.
Over the meal, Azazel looked at her curiously. "Akiena… do you wish to learn stronger magic? To fight? You could travel with me, discover the hidden truths of this world."
Her crimson eyes brightened with excitement, but before she could answer, Luis slammed his hand on the table.
"No." His voice was sharp. "She is my only daughter. The world is dangerous. I will not let her risk her life."
Akiena's face darkened. "Father, you never let me do anything! You keep me trapped in this village like a bird in a cage!" She stood abruptly, tears in her eyes, and stormed into her room.
Silence lingered at the table. At last, Luis sighed and handed Azazel a silver ring.
"This will suppress your demonic aura. Wear it, and your horns will disappear. But promise me… do not remove it in this land. Outsiders especially hybrids are not welcome here."
Azazel nodded solemnly.
At midnight, an explosion shattered the quiet village. Flames devoured the fields, and terrified villagers poured into the streets.
A noble stood at the center, laughing as he destroyed their crops with holy light. "This land now belongs to the royals! Leave at once, peasants, or die!"
Luis clenched his fists, fury burning in his eyes. "Enough!" He unsheathed his blade, its steel glowing with sword magic. "We will not bow to tyrants!"
He clashed with the noble in a storm of steel and light. The duel raged, brutal and unrelenting, until finally Luis struck the noble down.
Azazel was stunned by the farmer's hidden strength. But their victory was short-lived. Five more nobles appeared, led by none other than Zelpeh, the arrogant fourth son of Water God Opheros., Who was also the same age as Raya Azazel.
"You insects dare to kill one of ours?" Zelpeh sneered, his body cloaked in the divine water magic of his lineage. "Leave now, or I'll drown this village in blood."
Azazel's rage boiled over. He rushed forward, flames bursting from his hands. But the suppressing ring weakened him, and Luis grabbed his arm.
"Don't!" Luis warned. "If they see your true nature, you'll be hunted."
At that moment, Akiena ran outside. Zelpeh's eyes gleamed onto her. In an instant, he snatched her, holding her hostage.
"Such a pretty little elf," he mocked. "She'll serve me well."
"I hope that they leave this Village... it's not like I also want to kill any of them..." Zelpeh murmured.
"Release her!" Luis roared. Power surged through him as he unleashed his final technique "Fallen Angel's Wrath". His blade carved across Zelpeh's chest, leaving a grievous wound.
But the other nobles struck back, cutting Luis down before Akiena's horrified eyes.
"Noo!!" she screamed.
Azazel froze time itself. In that still moment, he pulled Luis and Akiena away from the battlefield. When time resumed, they were far from the burning village.
Luis lay dying, his chest slashed open, blood pouring out.
"Azazel…" he gasped, struggling for breath. "Take care… of my daughter. Protect her… where I no longer can..."
With trembling hands, he passed his Legendary blade "The Sabre of Eternal Damnation" into Azazel's palms. Then, with one final, broken smile at his daughter, Luis Akeza drew his last breath.
"Father!" Akiena sobbed, collapsing over his body. Her tears soaked the earth.
Azazel knelt beside her, grief heavy in his chest. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"We can't turn back now. We must keep moving… for him."
The next morning, Azazel buried Luis beneath a simple grave and put White Flowers o n the grave and Blood on Azazel hands marked the White Flowers Red.
"These Flowers looks as if they are Bleeding" Azazel murmured.
Together, Azazel and Akiena turned away from the ruins of their home, beginning a journey that would change the fate of the world.