Prologue: How it all began

 

        There were two species that ruled over the world Shyto. One species was the angelic Shitas, who lived on floating islands above the realm beneath. The second species was the outlawed Evilions. These two species possessed insurmountable magic abilities. Each Shita or Evilion possessed a different power, whether it was telepathic, fire, wind, telekinesis or many other varieties. It was very rare for either to have two magical elements, but not uncommon. What was almost nonexistent was the power dark and light. Of course many Shitas and Evilions had possessed this magic, but not to the extent that the legend spoke of.

 

        The Shitas resided on the floating islands and had lived there for millions of years. They had the similar appearance of humans only with a paler complexion and their wings which resembled birds’. Their hair and eye color depended on the strength of their magic, the stronger they were the brighter it became. All the Shitas had magic, even the poorest person in the city.

 

        The capital city of all the floating islands was Rayan, where the emperor and his family lived. Each of the floating islands contained their own royal family, but the leader of them all was the emperor. The royal families contained the strongest magic of all the Shitas, which made them very powerful and persuasive.

 

        Now, the other species of Shyto, the Evilions, were known as ruthless murders. This had become true over the centuries of their banishment of the floating islands to the land below. Their magic rivaled with the Shitas and the strength did not depend on them being royalty or not. In the underground world where the Evilions had created cities, there was no leader. It was an anarchy, but it was not as chaotic as one would expect it to be. The Evilions did not really have a problem with each other for the most part. Of course there were the rich ones who would hire mercenaries to kill others who got in their way, but for the most part it was a neutral law never to kill one of your own. In order to keep this law continual, a couple times a year the Evilions would go on raids to the floating islands and destroy Shita villages.

 

        The appearance of an Evilion was similar to a Shita, except their skin color was vastly paler than their brethren. Since certain areas of the underground did not get much sunlight, their vision adapted until they could almost completely see in the dark. Their eyes would also glow. The Evilions’ hair and eye color also depended on the strength of their magic, but unlike the Shitas their hair color would become darker and darker. Only the strongest Evilions had the eye color of blue, of course this was extremely rare and had almost never happened except on a few occasions. Their wings were not bird like either. They had the appearance of a dragon’s wings.

 

        The bitter hatred between the two had not always existed. Once both the Evilions and the Shitas had lived together on the floating islands, leaving the land below untouched. They lived together in peace for thousands of years before it turned into a war.

 

        Around seven centuries ago, when both the Shitas and the Evilions lived on the floating islands, a group of outcasts decided to overthrow the emperor. Most people loved and respected their leaders, which had even then been the Shitas. The small group of rebels was Evilions who had a strong dislike for the Shitas. They thought that Shitas thought themselves above the Evilions, so in order to prove them wrong they planned to kill and destroy the royal family. Along their planning they brainwashed other Evilions to join until the small group had grown enormously.

                     

        The group called themselves the Kymon Demone or the Dark Warriors. The newly formed group had devised a plan to seize control of the capital city Rayan and kill the emperor and his family during one of the biggest festivals the people celebrated. The leader of the group was Yakuto, an ex-soldier of the emperor’s army. The strategists were twins Shigai and Nagai. Yakuto was expecting a perfect plan, but one of the captains, Shinto was going to make sure it wasn’t.

 

 

        Yakuto dismissed the teams of Evilions the night of the celebration. Shinto walked out of the room with the others until they spread their wings and took flight. Instead of flying with them he started to lag behind. Arriving at his post he waited a few minutes before leaving again. He decided against flying up to the palace balcony, he would probably be shot before he even reached it. Finding the darkest shadow he hid in it and climbed his way up there. Silently, Shinto stepped onto the balcony and slid in through the doors. Entering the main hall he saw the emperor and his wife sitting in their thrones mildly surprised to see anyone in the chamber. The Evilion quickly bowed low to the ground. Only after they had accepted his presence did he stand up and calmly inform them of Yakuto’s plan for the royal family as well as the rest of the floating isles. The emperor and empress became alarmed as they immediately told the guards in the chamber to go out and try to prevent the ambush. When the guards left, only the three remained in the chamber. Seconds later, Yakuto burst through the hall doors, causing them to slam against the marble wall. He strode in and shot them an eerie smile that seemed to pierce Shinto’s soul. The rest of the Kymon Demone generals enter the room behind. They spread out on either side of their white haired leader, each glancing at the traitor with a smirk dancing across their lips.

 

        “Good job Shinto. This plan worked out much better.” Yakuto’s voice seemed to slice through their minds, yet lingered in the air around them. Shinto stumbled backward as if he’d just suffered a blow, his dark brown almost black hair covering his face. The rebel leader turned his attention to the Shitas that still sat shocked on their thrones.

 

        “You see my dear emperor and empress, this was a plan to leave the two of the most highly overrated families in history alone and defenseless.” The eerie smile returned as the emperor stood up, his face almost purple with fury. Shinto’s face showed the madness he felt at being toyed with. Raising both his hands he did a quick yet smooth circular motion in the air in front of him. Yakuto looked at the enraged Evilion out of the corner of his eye. A small smirk replaced the chilling smile. Turning to face him, the leader continued to stare at him.

 

        “What do you plan to do. You want to fight me?” Yakuto’s voice seemed to be devoid of all emotion. He raised an eyebrow and closed his eyes giving the appearance of defeat. He raised both his arms a few inches away form his side, both his eyes remaining closed for a few seconds before he slowly opened them and stared straight through Shinto’s mind.

 

        “I’m not the leader for nothing.” Yakuto’s voice had become suddenly very cold, nearly sending chills down Shinto’s back. Yakuto closed his open palms, creating fists in which two flaming swords appeared. They dripped lava which created holes in the stone floor. As soon as he summoned the swords, the white haired Evilion positioned himself in his fighting stance and waited for Shinto to begin. This only seemed to coax the dark chocolate haired traitor all the more. Summoning his power, he suddenly wielded a long thin blade. The sword was black but it gave off a silver sheen when the light hit it. The hilt was elaborate and snaked around Shinto’s hands. He too got into his battle stance. His eyes were illuminating with madness.

 

        “I won’t let you kill them Yakuto!” Shinto yelled.

 

Suddenly, without a step of hesitation Yakuto seemed to teleport in front of his opponent, plunging both his fire swords into his stomach. Shinto would have screamed if his throat hadn’t become filled with blood. The blood seemed to pour out of his mouth as Yakuto pushed the dying Evilion off of his swords. He landed with a thud on the ground and watched with glazed eyes as his killer approached the throne. The white haired leader stopped feet from the throne and mockingly bowed.

 

        “Your Majesty, so good of you to join us!” His voice was filled fake excitement, as the emperor only continued to glare.

 

        “How dare you come here and kill innocent people.” The emperor roared. Yakuto gave him a hurt expression, mocking the emperor’s words. Quickly, he grabbed the Shita’s jaw and lifted him off of his feet. The empress gave a high pitch scream that seemed to pierce through the fog that hung over Shinto’s mind. His eyes still rested on the throne yet his vision had become splotchy. Yakuto turned to face the wife with a cold glare.

 

        “Shut her up.” He hissed. Nagai and Shigai hastily obeyed their leader’s orders. Ripping the empress’s sleeves they used the cloth to gag her, muffling her cries. Yakuto turned around and faced the bleeding Evilion on the floor, still holding the emperor by his jaw.

 

        “Someone hold him up. I want Shinto to witness this because without him, none of this would have been so easy.” Yakuto spoke clearly, so everyone in the room could hear. Immediately, two men that had been standing nearby grabbed Shinto’s limp arms, which caused him to choke up more blood, it ran down his chin and dripped onto the already blood soaked shirt. The room seemed to spin around, as he felt vomit rising and pushing its way through pool of blood that always seemed to be there. Not able to hold it back, puke now mixed with blood spilled out of his mouth and fell onto the floor. One of the men grabbed Shinto’s hair and held his head up, forcing him to watch Yakuto. The evil was evident in his face as he raised the emperor higher off the ground.

 

        Seconds later, a flame sword appeared in Yakuto’s free hand. Shinto could hear himself trying to protest, but only more blood and vomit came out. Lifting the sword, he slit the emperor’s main nerves, leaving him paralyzed and in pain. The empress struggled against the twins hold, shrieking even with the gag. Gracefully, Yakuto turned and slit her throat. She choked for a few seconds before her head fell at an odd angle. Shinto flinched when he heard the contact between Yakuto’s sword and the empress’s neck. He started shaking uncontrollably, the shock of his leader’s wife’s death and the loss of the blood seemed to be overwhelming.

 

        Yakuto became bored with playing around, and the blood from the emperor was starting to ruin his clothes. Dropping the emperor on his knees and quickly sliced his head off. Shinto’s eyes grew wide as his vision was just enough to see what had been going on. He tried to yell, but he hunched over and began vomiting blood. Yakuto laughed at the bloody mess that had once been his captain. Picking up the emperor’s decapitated head he threw it down at Shinto’s knees. Shinto watched as his leader’s head rolled up to him and hitting his knee stopped. Horror was evident on his pale, sweaty face as he lurched up the last of the meal he’d eaten earlier that night. Yakuto gave a long loud laugh that caused goose bumps to rise all over his body. Turning he quickly made his way to the doorway.

 

        “Leave him here to die with his precious emperor and empress.” Those were his final words before he walked out of the room. Seconds later the his followers followed, dropping Shinto on the ground. As he fell, he noticed a faint sign of movement in the corner of the room behind the long dark blue drapes. He was suddenly dealt with a finishing blow. He felt glad that he was going to die after seeing the emperor’s daughter. The last thing he saw was her horrified face.

 

        The emperor’s daughter Geila was not supposed to enter the hall until she was ready to leave for the festival but she’d wanted to ask her parents something. She’d entered the throne room quietly, hiding behind the drapes in the far corner when she noticed that an Evilion had entered the room. Suddenly she heard the doors slam open and a group of people enter. She became frightened and not wanting to be discovered, made sure she was well hidden behind the dark velvet fabric. What she heard would haunt her for the rest of her life. She could sense the sudden presence of magic and seconds later a grotesque plunging sound. She heard her mother’s screams echoing throughout the room, as she stole a quick glance from behind the drape. The Evilion that had been talking to her parents was now laying on the floor bleeding. She could see the back of her father yelling down at the man who was holding two flame swords. The swords disappeared and the Evilion who’d been holding them was now approaching her parents.

 

        Geila watched as the Evilion sliced her mother’s throat and killed her father slowly, before slicing off his head. Tears started pouring down her face, as she covered her mouth so no sound could be heard. She wanted to scream as loud as she could, but was just barely able to with hold it. Not wanting to watch anymore she withdrew back behind the drape and cried silently. After it had grown silent for a few minutes, Geila drew up courage to peer out from behind the drape again. She noticed that the bleeding Evilion was just barely alive and was watching her through scarcely living eyes. She looked at him with a horrified expression and watched him die.

 

        When Geila became queen of Rayan and empress of the floating islands she banished all Evilions to the lands below. They would be hunted if suspected of being in any of the cities. A deep hatred had enveloped her heart for the Evilions after witnessing her parent’s death. She wanted them to feel the pain she’d felt and she would make sure her children and her line after that would follow in her steps.

 

        Empress Geila died three centuries later in a battle against the Evilions. The last thing she saw was Yakuto standing over her with a psychotic look in his eyes. After her death, Geila’s children followed what their mother had started of the legacy of hate towards the Evilions. As years passed by it became custom to hunt and kill them, even though sometimes many Shita’s were killed in the process. But that was how it came to be. The Evilions, a banished demonic race and the Shita’s a race who loved everything but hated the Evilions.

 

        Over the years, after the Evilions’ exile, they slowly began to evolve into the ultimate killing machines. They appeared to enjoy the sight of blood, overjoyed seeing Shita’s die and suffer. Their complexion grew even paler to the point where they almost seemed to glow in the night. Their eyes also glowed with an eerie aura. They could also wield unimaginable power.

 

        A prophecy had been created in those dark times. Two would come together and save their world from the evil that was threatening to swallow it up. One would deliver and the other would die with the peace of Shyto in their hands.