Genres: Action, Super Bloody Violence, Comedy, Suspense
Chapters: 60
Author: Akhigbe Mitchell
PROLOGUE: War of the Skies
Long ago, humans were enslaved by demons using forbidden arts. Heaven granted select humans "Angelion Powers," awakening heroes. A brutal war ended in the heroes' victory. They created Zentetsu Academy to train future generations against the returning evil.
CHAPTER 1 – THE BURNING SKY
The wind howled like a dying wolf across the once peaceful village of Kureha, nestled in the far reaches of the Eastern Edge. Birds no longer sang. The sun that once smiled on the green valleys now hid behind curtains of smoke.
A boy, no older than six, clutched his mother's robes, eyes wide with horror. Izuki Takegaya, born of humble farmers, had never seen death. Until today.
Demons swarmed the village like vultures feasting on a carcass. Clad in black flesh and wielding blades that bled, they tore through everything in sight.
His mother, Lady Aimi, stood firm with a kitchen blade in her hand. Her hair was soaked with ash. She wasn't a warrior—but she was a mother.
> "Izuki, listen to me," she whispered, dropping to her knees. "You must survive. They're after you."
> "W-Why me?" the boy cried.
She didn't answer. She looked to the village men huddled near the well. "Take my son. Head west—towards Shiragawa. The caravan leaves at dawn."
A thunderous roar echoed through the village square. A hulking figure stepped forward—twice the height of any man. Muscles like iron, horns like a ram.
Demon General Velzorr, known as the "Butcher of the East."
> "You, woman," Velzorr growled. "Give the boy. Or I'll make him watch."
Aimi smiled. "He's already gone."
> "Liar." With a flick of his blade, he decapitated her.
Takegaya screamed. Everything inside him shattered. His vision burned red. The villagers restrained him, muffling his cries as they dragged him away.
> That day, a boy died.And a demon-slayer was born.
CHAPTER 2 – MOTHER'S LAST WORDS
The wheels of the caravan creaked against the muddy road as twilight fell across the shattered lands. The skies wept—not with rain, but with ash. A column of smoke still curled in the distance, marking where Kureha Village once stood. Only ruins and corpses remained there now.
Inside one of the wagons, huddled beneath a coarse wool blanket, Izuki Takegaya trembled. His hands were balled into fists, his eyes vacant. He hadn't spoken since the moment his mother's head fell to the ground.
Not a scream. Not a single tear.
Just silence.
Around him sat villagers—wounded, soot-stained, barely alive. But none as broken as the six-year-old boy in the center.
> "We should bury her, at least…" an elder whispered to the man beside him.
> "We couldn't… the demon general was still there. We'd all be dead."
> "She bought us time. Her last words were about him."
Everyone glanced at Izuki. No one dared speak further.
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The Dream
That night, Takegaya dreamt.
He stood in a field of white, glowing flowers. His mother was there—beautiful and whole again. Her soft black hair fell to her shoulders, her kimono clean.
> "Izuki," she said gently. "Don't forget who you are."
> "Mama…" his voice was tiny. "Why didn't you run?"
> "Because mothers don't run. We protect. Even when we're afraid."
> "I'm scared."
She knelt and cupped his face. "You won't be. One day, you'll burn brighter than the sun. And your name will be feared by demons."
Her voice began to fade, along with the flowers.
> "Live, Izuki. Even if you have to crawl. Survive. Become more than I ever was…"
He reached for her—but she vanished.
---
The Caravan Attack
Takegaya woke with a jolt.
The caravan had stopped. Screams rang out. Horses neighed wildly. Shadows danced outside the wagon.
> "Bandits!" someone shouted. "No—demons!"
Takegaya peeked through the curtain. Figures with jagged armor and beast-like limbs were tearing into the last wagon. Blood sprayed into the dirt.
He heard it—a voice, echoing from the shadows:
> "The boy… he reeks of blood. Find him."
Takegaya's heart thundered. The scent of blood? Him?
Suddenly, the wagon door burst open.
A blade swung down.
CLANG!
A staff intercepted the blade. A robed man, face hidden beneath a silver hood, stood between Takegaya and the attacker. A golden light flared from his staff, blasting the demon away.
> "Not him," the man growled. "You dare draw your filth this close to me?"
His staff pulsed again—and white chains of light shot out, pinning two demons to the ground. They screamed as they disintegrated into sparks.
The other demons backed away. The man turned, revealing glowing eyes—pale blue and unnaturally calm.
> "You are cursed," he said to Takegaya. "And chosen."
> "W-What?"
> "Your blood burns with both light… and darkness." He narrowed his gaze. "Angelion... and Blood Art. A contradiction. A calamity."
Takegaya blinked. "What does that mean?"
> "It means your life will be pain." The man stood. "But also that demons will fear you, long before you understand why."
He turned to leave.
> "Wait… who are you?"
> "A watcher." He disappeared in a flash of white light.
Takegaya sat in stunned silence, his fists shaking.
> Blood… and light?
He remembered his mother's last words. His dream.
> "Even if you have to crawl… survive."
He stood up. For the first time since the attack, he walked out of the wagon on his own.
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Arrival in Shiragawa
Three days later, the survivors reached Shiragawa, the sprawling capital of the East.
They were welcomed by the temple order and given shelter.
Takegaya refused to speak to the priests or the guards. But he trained alone—cutting sticks into pieces, mimicking the way he remembered his mother swinging that kitchen knife.
He wouldn't forget her.He wouldn't forget him.
> "Velzorr," he whispered every night. "I will cut your head of head"
CHAPTER 3: THE HAUNTED DREAMS
Ten Years Later — Age 16
The city of Shyulia, capital of the Shiragawa Empire, had changed little in ten years. Still loud with merchants, chiming with temple bells, and heavy with the smell of incense and steel.
But the boy who had once been dragged here in silence was now a shadow among its people.
Izuki Takegaya, sixteen years old.
He didn't smile. He didn't speak more than he had to. His eyes were sharp, distant—like a blade drawn too many times.
On his back, two swords: black and silver. The Twin Blades of Hollow Fang.
They whispered when he walked.
---
The Hero Guild — Shyulia Branch
Inside the stone towers of the Shyulia Hero Guild, adventurers laughed, drank, and brawled over coin. Posters lined the request boards—quests ranked from E to S.
Takegaya stepped inside.
Everything stopped.
Whispers began to ripple through the hall.
> "That's him… the silent swordsman."
> "He killed a pack of wyverns alone last month…"
> "He never even unsheathes both blades unless it's a boss."
Takegaya moved to the front desk. A receptionist blinked nervously.
> "U-Um, Takegaya-san… welcome. Are you here for a quest?"
He nodded once.
> "Newly posted A-rank mission," she stammered, handing over the scroll. "Multiple deaths near the Forest of Howls. A demon-like beast. No survivors."
> "Payment?"
> "500,000 yel. Bonus if you bring back its heart."
Takegaya didn't answer. He just turned and walked out.
---
🌲 Forest of Howls — Twilight Zone
That night, fog curled between the ancient trees. The air pulsed with dread.
Takegaya stood in silence beneath the canopy, listening.
No birds.
No animals.
Only the trees.
He unsheathed his black blade. The fog seemed to recoil from its edge.
Then he heard it—a soft hum. A blade being drawn.
From the mist emerged a girl, long silver hair glimmering with a faint blue glow. Her eyes were icy moonlight.
> "I've already claimed this quest," she said coolly. "You're trespassing."
Takegaya narrowed his eyes. "You're no guild member."
> "Not officially," she smirked. "But I don't need their rank. I just kill monsters."
She raised her sword—a thin, graceful blade crackling with icy mist.
> "Tsuki Mai," she said. "Remember it."
> "Takegaya," he replied.
> "Oh? You speak," she teased.
A roar interrupted them.
The trees shook. A hulking creature emerged, eight feet tall, covered in bone armor and bleeding red mist from its mouth.
> "There it is," Mai whispered. "Let's see who's better."
--- Battle Begins – Takegaya & Mai vs. Mistfang Reaper
Name: Mistfang ReaperRank: A-Rank Demon BeastAbilities: Blood fog, bone-needle spray, instant regeneration
The beast screeched and released a wave of bloody fog.
Takegaya dashed forward, cloak trailing behind. His blade danced—quick, clean, cutting a slash across the beast's chest.
> But it healed.
> "It regenerates too fast," he muttered.
> "Freeze it, then slice," Mai said beside him.
Her sword glowed with pale blue frost.
> "Frozen Crescent Waltz!"
Slashing the air, she sent five arcs of moonlight-ice spinning toward the beast, freezing its limbs mid-charge.
Takegaya leapt.
He unsheathed his second blade—silver and radiant.
> "Silent Fang."
He vanished. Then reappeared behind the beast.
Its head fell.
The body collapsed. Ice crackled through its bones before it shattered into shards.
Blood soaked the leaves. Fog cleared.
> "Impressive," Mai said. "Not bad for a loner."
Takegaya cleaned his blade. "You were in the way."
> "Tch. You're lucky I helped."
He turned to leave, but she followed.
> "You fight well. What class are you in?"
> "Guild's Elite tier," he replied quietly.
> "Not for long," she smirked. "Zentetsu Academy is accepting new applicants. I'm going."
Takegaya paused.
Zentetsu…
> The legendary school built after the Demon War. Where only the best trained. Where the strongest demons were once slain.
> "I'll be there too," he said.
She tilted her head. "You sure? The entrance exam's brutal."
> "Good."
She smiled, frost dancing in her wake.
> "Then try not to fall behind, Takegaya."
CHAPTER 4 – THE BLADE THAT SPEAKS
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Return to the Guild
The thick wooden doors of the Shyulia Guild creaked open as Takegaya stepped inside, his boots still caked in blood and frozen mist. Every eye turned. The chatter died instantly.
On his back, his swords gleamed coldly under the lamplight.
And beside him walked Tsuki Mai, graceful and dangerous, moonlight trailing her steps like a veil. Her frost-kissed hair had strands of blood in it—but she wore it like a badge.
> "He brought someone?""That's the girl from the rogue kill board…""Wait, she's not registered!"
The two made their way to the front counter where a bearded man with silver hair stood behind an ornate desk.
> "Well, well," said Guildmaster Ranshiru, folding his arms. "The silent blade returns… and with a snow princess?"
Mai rolled her eyes. "I'm Tsuki Mai. I don't like titles."
> "Mm. The guild does, girl." Ranshiru looked at the beast's core they dropped on the table. "Mistfang Reaper. Dead. In under an hour."
> "You're improving, Takegaya."
Takegaya stayed quiet.
> "And you," Ranshiru said to Mai, "are walking trouble. Unregistered, yet you interfere with guild work. If you weren't standing beside him, I'd have frozen you in paperwork."
> "Try it," she smirked. "I'll freeze your ink."
---Mai's Secret Identity
After payment, Ranshiru pulled Takegaya aside.
> "Listen, kid. That girl—she's not some forest rogue. She's royalty. Tsukihana bloodline. Supposedly extinct."
Takegaya narrowed his eyes.
> "You mean… she's the Ice Princess?"
Ranshiru nodded. "Last heir of a fallen kingdom. That's not a nickname, it's a damn prophecy. People say her family was assassinated by demons ten years ago. Her style—the Moon-Ice Blade—was lost for a decade… until she showed up."
Takegaya looked through the glass window. Mai was sitting, balancing a shard of ice on her finger, her eyes lost in memory.
> "She doesn't act like royalty."
> "Good," Ranshiru said. "Royalty dies faster."
---
Zentetsu Academy Announcement
A horn blew in the town square.
From a high balcony, a royal messenger read from a scroll:
> "By decree of the Council of Heroes, Zentetsu Academy of Angelion Arts will open enrollment for a new class. One hundred applicants shall be tested. Only the worthy will enter."
The square erupted in shouts and questions.
> "Zentetsu's recruiting again?""First time in six years…""I heard they train with Itachi the Blade Monk! The man who felled Demon General Furoga!"
Mai stepped beside Takegaya.
> "You heard it too?"
Takegaya nodded. "We're going."
---
The Sword's Whisper
That night, Takegaya sat alone in the guild barracks, unsheathing his black blade slowly. It hummed faintly—something no one else could hear.
The sword whispered, as it often did.
> "Feed me power… Feed me revenge…"
He placed the blade down, unwrapped the silver one instead—his mother's old pendant fused into its hilt.
> "You'll both be my tools," he whispered. "Until he dies."
A knock.
Mai entered, tossing a canteen. "Drink. You're always training alone. It's weird."
> "So don't watch."
> "Tch. Brooding samurai act gets boring fast."
She sat across from him.
> "Why do you fight?" he asked, surprising her.
Mai blinked.
> "To restore something I lost."
> "A kingdom?"
She shook her head. "No. My father's smile."
Silence.
Then she stood and walked to the door. "You talk more than I thought."
> "You stay longer than I want."
She smirked. "Get used to it. Zentetsu will throw us in the same hell."
---
Meanwhile... in the Demon Realm
A crimson sky burned over shattered towers. A circle of demons knelt before a throne carved of bone.
> "You have failed to recover the hybrid," growled a deep voice.
From the shadows stepped a figure clad in plated red armor, horned, with claws the size of blades.
> Demon General Licht, 10th of the Thirteen.
> "The boy hides in human walls," Licht hissed. "But I will draw him out. His blood sings to mine."
He drew a scythe of living shadows.
> "Let the forest remember my name."
---CHAPTER 5 – Forest of Fangs
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Takegaya and Mai moved swiftly through the Grymirian Forest, heading toward the western mountains where Zentetsu Academy stood cloaked in myth and wind.
Above them, crows wheeled silently.
> "We could've taken a guild air caravan," Mai muttered.
> "Too loud. Too easy to track."
Takegaya's senses were sharp. His fingers grazed the hilts of his swords. Something was wrong. The forest was… silent.
No birdsong. No rustling wind.
Even Mai stopped walking. Her frost aura gently pulsed. "I feel it too."
From the shadows, a red-eyed beast slithered into view. Then another. And another.
> "Lupian Fiends," she whispered. "Mid-level beasts. But this many…"
Dozens of wolf-like creatures with black fur and ribbed spines began circling them.
Takegaya unsheathed his Heaven's Edge blade.
> "They're not the main threat."
A sharp wind blasted the treetops aside.
A figure descended like a meteor, his impact shaking the ground.
> "There you are, boy," growled a deep voice. "Your scent reeks of two worlds."
The fog parted, revealing Demon General Licht.
His armor was crimson bone, his face scarred and monstrous, his weapon a jagged shadow-forged scythe.
> "I am the Tenth Fang of the Demon Lord," Licht hissed. "And I've come to take your heart, hybrid."
---
The First True Battle – Licht vs Takegaya & Mai
Takegaya's aura exploded outward in a white flash. Sparks of holy energy crackled around his feet.
Mai took a step forward, her arms tracing an ancient sigil.
> "Ice Style: Moonlit Garden Seal."
Frozen roses burst from the earth, ensnaring the charging fiends.
> "I'll handle the fodder," she called. "You take the main dish!"
Licht lunged, scythe spinning like a hurricane. Takegaya blocked the first strike, his arms nearly buckling.
> "He's stronger than any beast I've faced."
Licht smirked, claw swiping sideways.
Takegaya ducked and countered with a blinding fast Celestial Slash, one of the Heaven's Edge Techniques. Light arced across the field—but Licht spun, absorbing the blow with a dark shield.
> "Light magic?" Licht grinned. "Amusing. Let me show you true darkness."
> Blood Art: Infernal Eclipse!
A black sun exploded into the sky, dimming all light. Takegaya's vision blurred.
He tried to breathe but choked on smoke. Shadows whipped out like chains.
One caught his leg—then another wrapped around his neck.
Suddenly—
> "Moon Style: Frigid Slice!"
A blast of ice shattered the darkness, freezing Licht's chains in midair.
Mai stood with frost-coated arms, breathing heavily.
> "You alright?" she asked.
Takegaya coughed and stood, nodding. "We do this together."
He gripped both swords now—Heaven's Edge in his right, and the demon-touched Bloodfang in his left.
> "Let's end this."--- Twin Sword Awakening
Takegaya leapt forward with a war cry.
> Heaven's Edge Style: Rising Starfall!Bloodfang Style: Crimson Spiral!
Light and darkness danced in tandem—one blade cleaving with divine arcs, the other spinning in unpredictable, brutal curves.
Licht staggered back, roaring.
> "No! That technique… that scent… you're not just a hybrid. You're the cursed one the prophecy warned about!"
> "You took my mother," Takegaya whispered. "Now I'll take your name from the world."
With a flash of silver and crimson—
Slash.
The scythe split in half.
Another strike—clean through Licht's chest.
Blood. Steam. Silence.
Licht dropped to his knees.
> "So… the son of the Angelion and Demon General lives…" he rasped.
Takegaya's eyes widened.
> "What?"
But Licht died before finishing.
Only a whisper escaped:
> "...They'll come for you now…"
---
Aftermath
As the fiends dissolved into ash, Mai collapsed beside a tree, breathing heavily.
> "You… okay?" Takegaya asked.
> "I'm fine," she replied. "Just… drained. He was one of the Thirteen."
Takegaya sat beside her, wiping blood off his sword.
> "I didn't know the demon general who killed my mother was… one of them."
> "Licht said something about a prophecy. You think they know who you are?"
Takegaya stared into the night sky. His heart was still pounding. Somewhere inside him… the Blood Art pulsed faintly, awakening.
> "They don't know who I am," he said. "But I will show them."
---
Meanwhile, at Zentetsu Academy…
Izukage Sakura, legendary top student, watched the stars from the rooftop of the academy.
Her eyes narrowed.
> "A Demon General just fell in the Grymirian Forest. That pressure… that aura…"