A/N: Hey readers, author here! I just wanted to say a few words before you all begin reading this chp. About the pace at chps will come out. Usually, I will attempt write one chp a day for this story. Barring any issues coming up or something with work, I believe I'll be able to keep up with this pace. On weekends, I will attempt to write two chps at least once on Saturday or sunday. Like I stated, I will TRY. Sometims I will be able to, sometimes I wont.

Well Anyways now that that's cleared up, I also want to thank all you readers. Your support in the reviews and comments have really motivated me to try harder to write a better story for you all. Once again thank you every and I ask for your continued support.

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Azrael, as he saw his father charge in, gritted his teeth. Even though he wanted to help him out, he fully understood how much a distraction it was to have your loved ones faced with danger during a battle. While he watched his father fight, he was inwardly impressed. Even though he trained with his father every day, he had never seen him go all out.

The difference in Byrael's speed at the moment, compared to when he fought with Azrael, was as wide as Heaven and Earth. From just a glance he could tell that his father had a lot of experience in warfare as he used his experience and the terrain to overcome the numerical difference.

Even with the numerical difference, Byrael was able to repress the Soldiers with just his strength as an Emperor Rank alone. The difference in skill was simply too much for them to handle. At that moment, however, the mage sprang into the fight and immobilized Brael.

With his movement sealed, Byrael fought with desperation as he defended himself from the enemy's continuous attacks in all directions. At first, none of the Soldier's attack could penetrate through his defense. As time went on, however, the continuous attacks took a toll on Byrael and slowly, but surely, cracks appeared and wounds began to open on his body.

At the sight of the wounds, Azrael's face contorted. He had been training for years now so that he could protect the ones he loved. Even though he had trained with all of his being, he was still a seven year old child so he didn't have enough strength to help fight without casting magic. As he tried to hold himself back, memories of his past life flashed through his mind.

A ceremony was being held near a lake. As they faced each other, a demon and elf glazed into the other's eyes with affection. While he looked into his love's eyes, Azuel began to think of his experiences with the person in front of him: Chrystal.

Azuel and Chrystal had met each other six months ago. While he led his company on a patrol, his unit had been ambushed. With the element of surprise and superiority in numbers, one by one, his Soldiers began to fall.

As he watched his Soldiers be killed, Azuel became furious and fought with renewed vigor. With his strength and use of magic, he was able to kill the ambush party. Sprawled throughout the area, were bodies of demons and humans. Blood began to soak the road, staining the gravel with a sinister red.

Even though Azuel was able to survive, he had severe injuries throughout his body. Barely conscious, he began to stumble forward. For gods know how long, Azuel focused only his next step, determined to survive the ordeal and revenge his fallen comrades. After what seemed like an eternity to him, his body could no longer support him and he fell to the ground unconscious.

The next time that Azuel opened his eyes, what greeted his view was a wooden roof. Surprised, he immediately stood up, only to be greeted by his body protesting with sharp pains throughout his body. Notified that her patient had awakened by his painful yell, a girl rushed into the room.

When he saw the rush into room, Azuel stared in shock. She had short blonde hair that went down to her shoulder. With a slim figure that stood at about five foot six inches, she had wide hips and curves in all of the desirable locations. She also had a slender face, pointy chin, and blue eyes so bright they reminded you of the sky. What stood out about her, however, were the pointy ears that extended out of her hair. She was an elf.

At the sight of Azuel awake, the elf girl breathed out a sigh of relief. With the brightest smile in the world, she walked toward Azuel to check up on his wounds. As he saw her approach, Azuel snapped out of his trance and went on guard. Surprised by the sudden movement, the girl stopped her forward movement.

She stood where she was for a few moments. After a while, as if she figured out the problem, she showed a dazzling smile. After that, she explained to him the recent chain of events.

Chrystal, the name of the female elf, had been out in the forest to retrieve edibles for herself. She was traveling on her usual route to gather vegetables and fruits when she had come onto the figure of Azuel passed out with numerous wounds throughout his body.

Not even hesitating, she rushed forward to help. Upon reaching him, she checked his breath and vitals and found that he was alive. Relieved, with much effort and time, she carried the much larger Azuel back to her cottage and started to treat his wounds. This had been one week ago.

Now that she had seen Azuel finally wake up, she was truly relieved. She told him that she would continue to treat his wounds and that he could stay until he had fully healed. Azuel, however, was cautious as it was too weird for an elf to treat him so well.

All the other races in their world had always discriminated against demons because of their appearance. Parents taught their children to fear demons from a young age with bedtime stories which caused them to grow with a bias.

Because of that, even though he reluctantly agreed to let her treat him, he was on guard at all times. As time passed, however, Azuel began to relax as Chrystal continued to engage him in talk as she tended to him. Her merry nature and kind personality soon won him over.

As he let go of his caution, Azuel soon started having feelings for her. Soon after that, they began to become very close. During their talks he found out that Chrystal had no parents and had been living in this cottage for the past hundred years by herself.

After five months, Azuel had fully recovered. During the past five months, the feelings between Azuel and Chrystal had grown to the point where Azuel regretted that his wounds had healed so soon.

With the thought that he didn't want to leave her ever again, he had asked Chrystal if she would become his wife. While tears flowed down her face, Chrystal nodded her head and immediately said yes. So happy that he felt as if he could fly, he had hugged her and twirled her around in joy. Chrystal, on the other, simply giggled and light tapped him in the shoulder in weak protest.

After they had traveled for a month, the two finally reached Azuel's home. When his parents saw him, they were filled with joy as they had thought their son had died. At the sight of Chrystal, however, they became confused. While he held in the laughter that was building up due to his parent's face inside, Azuel took everyone inside

Once they had heard what had happened, his parents were in shock. Like Azuel, all their lives they had grown weary of the other races because of the prejudice they received, but here was an elf that had treated and cared for their son!

Through the tale, Azuel parent's faces changed from shock, to doubt, and finally to gratitude toward Chrystal. When he told his parents about their engagement, they wholeheartedly agreed to it and set up for a quiet wedding on the lake.

As all those memories flowed through his mind, Azuel couldn't help but let out a smile. He had just finished recalling all of the past events as his father finished the vows.

"And thus.. I pronounce thee husband and wife"

While Azuel and Chrystal looked at each, they slowly closed in on each other and shared a passionate kiss before they reluctantly parted. As Azuel turned to look at his father, he saw his dad give the largest smile that he had ever seen on his face. While he had never been happier in his life, thus tragedy fell. With the sound of an object ripping through the wind, an arrow suddenly protruded from his father's throat. With a face of disbelief, his father scratched at the strange object while looking at his son.

"FATTTHHHHEERRR!!!!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

As the scene of his past life father's death and his dad began to converge, Azrael couldn't take it and let loose a wail of deepest anguish. His mana's aura exploded out and filled the whole area with a silvery light.

'Yo...You lowly creatures... DARE ATTEMPT TO TAKE AWAY ONE OF MY PRECIOUS

PEOPLE?!?!'

With a final look at the Soldiers who had stopped at the sudden outburst and stared at him with fear, he said one word that sealed their fates.

"Die"

With that one word, Azrael poured mana into his muscles and exploded forward. At the sight of him approaching and the oppressive aura that he released, the Soldiers from Raxim began to panic and retreated backward. Paying no heed to them, he began to channel an image of darkness so sinister that it swallowed all the light in the area where the Soldiers and mage were to Samjoko and poured mana to him. Samjoko, who immediately understood his master's intent, released a darkness spell in an quarter mile radius around the Soldiers that denied any light entry in the area.

The reason that the majority of mages in Xiosu used incantations were because they needed them to concentrate on understanding the nature of the spell. Say for example, someone wanted to create a fireball, the mage would have to fully understand that fire was created in an area where molecules rapidly increased in speed due to friction. Since most mages didn't fully understand the concept, they needed to use incantations to cover for what they didn't know.

Azrael, however, with his decades of research and use of magic in his previous life, understood the process for elemental phenomenon. Even though elementals did not exist his previous life, the majority of magic spells dealt with the elements. Using his prior knowledge, all he had to do was think of the process and channel the image to his elementals and them mana to cast the spell.

While the Soldiers panicked at the sudden lost of their vision, Azrael continued to rush forward. His target wasn't the Soldiers but the mage in the back. Panicked by the sudden darkness spell, the mage stuttered as he attempted to cast a defensive earth spell. The delay, however, proved to be his downfall as a silent figure that looked a wraith passed by and with a flash of silver, slashed his throat, which was now open from one end to the other. Without the chance to make a cry of alert, the mage fell to the ground and clutched at his throat before his body became still.

After he had taken care of the biggest threat, the mage, Azrael began to prepare his next spell. In his mind, Azrael created an image of the area that surrounded him for one quarter of a mile becoming moist and soft. Once the image had been comleted, he sent it toward Chunyong who casted the spell with Azrael's mana supply. The moisture deep within the earth slowly rose and gathered on the surface. With the sudden increase in water, the ground's surface became soft and muddy.

Due to the sudden change in the ground's texture, the Soldiers began to start losse their balance. As he heard their movements, Azrael rushed toward the closest Soldier. Before Azrael could reach him though, Cries of pain began to echo through the clearing. At the sound, signs of a grin reached the edges of his lips.

One of the reasons that he had softened the ground was so that he could hear and detect where the enemy Soldier were when they moved. The bigger reason, however, was that it would give his dad the chance to release himself from inside the earth. Now that the mage was taken care of and his dad was released, Azrael stopped channeling magic toward Samjoko and the black smoke finally disappeared.

Now that the area was void of the smoke, the results from Azrael's action became clear. Out of the previous ten people, three of the Soldiers laid on the ground with eyes opened in disbelief as they died. Farther off, the figure of a still person in a robe clutching his throat could be seen.

The Soldiers' faces began to pale at the sight. Even when they had combined their efforts, the nine of them could barely fight against the older man, let alone the child that had joined the battle. Now that three of them had died along with the mage, they knew that they had no chance to win. With a quick decision that befitted a veteran, the Soldiers immediately dropped their weapons and raised their arms in defeat. Byrael, however, paid them no heed as he continued to stare at his son.

"Azrael...yo....you."

As he saw his father's reaction, Azrael attempted to come up with an excuse when the voice of Samjoko rang through his mind.

'Master... the aura of a very strong person is heading this way...'

At the news, Azrael immediately went into a defensive stance. Seeing his son sudden movements, Byrael also became alert readied himself in a stance. For a few moments, the area was silent while as they awaited the approaching figure.

When Azrael felt the aura as the figure approached, he couldn't help but shiver. The mana that was resonating from the approaching figure was very large and oppressive. He couldn't help but feel as if he was standing in front of a tsunami that prepared to descend on him.

Azrael couldn't help but feel hopeless and no hope at escape, he could only wait.