"Why are you here?" A man who looked like a devil asked me. He's black hair is long enough that it almost reached his neck. He looked like a child but gave off a different vibe. He's eyes is pitch black and he have a small beard on his face. A tail on a bar resting. Standing at the other side of the room, he is leaning against it and looking at me. 

"I killed." I repiled. 

"Why?" 

"I was told to." 

"You sound like a slave."

 

"I guess."

"What's your power?"

"I don't think I have." 

"If I can return your memories, would you work for me?"

"I guess." 

"Jeez. So plain." He grumbled, as his eyes looked left and right, making sure no guards is around. "I, Dylan Zenobia, shall unseal my target locked memories." His hands glowed purple, as a purple fog covered my vision. 

I could only remember so much? Memories are slowly returning back as I breath deeply. It hurts as it continues.

When I could take the pain anymore, I looked up. 

Looking at Dylan in front of me, as he grinned, "So, you are another survivor after such a long time?"

"Huh?"

"Before the barrier is broken. My father is a overlord of the monster plane, and met my mom who was a human. And thus I'm born, but I was discriminated due to my human side." 

"I see." 

"Hey, let's be friends! Is no fun in this place." 

"I guess."

"Whats your power? Did you remember?"

"Hm." I looked at my hand, as I punched the wall, breaking my hand. 

"Hey hey! What you doing?" Dylan said, worried on his face.

My skin torn from the broken bones, as blood slip out. Blood covered my fist, as I felt it like another part of my body. 

I turn and showed Dylan, who looked excited. 

"Heh. Old beings like us. Really ain't restricted by this power outage." 

"Hm?" I didn't know what he was talking about. 

"You really didn't keep up with the current news." Dylan looked helpless, "You remember the dragon squad?"

"They are the first squad formed with the three different plane species, right?"

"Yup, and they have a new goal. To keep peace. They have the ability to pass on their powers to those held the same will as them. So now, is probably the nine generation."

"I was asleep for close to six generations I think." Remembering myself going to sleep decades ago. 

"Right, so the previous generation. The leader almost killed their ultimate enemy, but couldn't. So, the remaining members, in exchange for their lives. They sealed the world powers till new members inherited their wills."

"New enemy?"

"Child play. Some dude thinks he can control the world. He manipulated the world ordinary people, to have war with each other and stuff. At the last time human plane." 

"Ah. He haven't discovered the history of the world?" 

"Haha. History is bound to be distorted and stuff." 

We started chatting, and I felt something new in me. A flame, that I never felt before. Burning in my heart. 

Maybe it's in my family genes. 

But. 

I wouldn't hesitate to die for Dylan. 

Is not love, but more of a duty.