The trumpets of the beggining of the war were given, the war between the King of the Heavens and the Demon King started. The King... wanted Hell to be his property and the Demons to be his minions. As the Angels hidded behind their King, the Demons followed theirs with the sword in hand. While I, Nolan Andre, watched at the distance awaiting with my damn horse along my troops the call of our Majesty. 

The screams of the fallen Angels falling into earth, only to be misjudged and killed in humans hands. Aparience between Demons and Angels is non-existent, only artificially. 

As my Majesty slayed the Angels and opening His mouth to throw a burst of the most hot fire, their King was hidding himself behind his plebs. Attacking with the sight of his eyes. The Demons who died at the instant were lucky, the others agonized and screamed about the things they saw when the light touched their eyes. The white clouds around us changed their colours to red. And yet, I am still here, hidding behind the blood of my companions, seeing in a pathetic way how my Majesty keeps fighting, still not giving me the order to follow him. 

The war kept going for hours, then when all the Demons and the rests of Angels, died or ran away, only the two kings were left, looking at each other, one covered in blood of the enemy, and the other one covered in blood of his people. I wouldn't be lying if I say I didn't hear their monologue before the horrible and bloody fight started. 

The King of the Heavens, and the future King of the Land began to tear their skin apart. My Majesty went for the King's stomach, while he was trying to tear his skin, for then, pull off His organs, the King was giving Him kicks in the stomach and punches on the jaw. 

My heart was about to explode. An Angel found us hidding between the clouds and began to attack us, my people that survived decided to go back to Hell or recover themselves in the Blood Path. It was only one Angel, yet, I lost 24 Demons. But I am still here. In the top of the clouds, near the throne of the King.

My Majesty punched away the King with his right hand then retreated slightly with a jump. The King realized the intentions of my Majesty and did the same, preparing his eyes and lights to maybe burn a little of His skin and blind Him for at least 2 seconds. Their power was the same. 

Though, I had to hide behind a pile of corpses due of my clueless attitude and thought of getting closer.

The screams. The sound of flesh falling. And... the sound of the last trumpet giving advice that the King was about to die. And so, my Majesty. 

"This won't end here!!! Did you hear me?!" My Majesty screamed while raising his left hand with the fist closed. It was my sign. Then, He disappeared into thin air. 

The King began to laugh and to scream "Coward!". His surroundings were filled with bodies of Angels. I look behind me, my horse was lying next to my fallen troops. I spit in the wing of an Angel and take his aureole before standing up and walk towards the King. The thing reacts to my demoniac soul and changes its colour to red. 

The silence in Heaven is perturbing me. There's no time to worry about mindless things. 30 minutes more here and I'll get corrupted. 

The King notices me and so, stops laughing. My helmet... My armor is burning my skin... I feel... I just want to scream and kill him. He looks at me terrified, then at his opens wounds all over his face, all over his body. 

My sword is burning in the flames of my rage.

"Ha... Hahahaha! I knew there was some Demon left. You really think you-" A open wound on his throat began to bleed, and so, he starts to cough blood. Shaking at the doors of death. 

He looks at me before putting himself in combat position. Without thinking it twice... I jump to him. My sword is in the air, and a like a mere rat... I got punched over into the same pile of corpses I hidded before. "AHHH!!!" I grab the aureole, my eyes are burning... God... My whole body is shaking in power!!!

I feel how my feet jumps in their own to the King. He's preparing that unique attacks of his! I unfold my shield and cover my eyes with it, while my sword was in the air along me. The aureole began to shine and so, I could see how the letters instructing me the attack of the King, and... which attacks he'll use in the next seconds. My Majesty... he said the truth. 

The time limitations increased, if I stay with 2 more minutes with the aureole, my heart will explode.

The King throws at me proyectiles of light, even though they are hitting the shield, it still penetrates it along my armor. My skin... It doesn't matter, compared to the pain my Majesty felt! 

In the air, the flames of my sword touched the eye of the King, the light coming out of it corrupts itself and he begins to scream of pain. I don't give a single step back, I attack with my sword and shield, opening his stomach from below to his throat. But he's still is on his feet. The King raises his hands and tries to attack but- AGH! My head! I can't hear! 

Everything... feels like minutes. It's hard to explain. I am still in the air after giving another jump to strike the King. But since the white noise appeared, I've been stuck here... I am sure that no more than 52 seconds transcurred. So, how could this be...? 

I can't let such pathetic, meaningless feelings, win me over- "I... Die... Demon... This..." Are those... I am... hearing the thoughts of the King? 

As my realization finished, the time started again and my sword penetrated the brain of the King through the middle of his eyes, a weak spot which by himself told me as he thought about it. The King is dead. His body is lying on the center of Heaven, with the arms extended and aiming to his head, trying to get the fly that killed him. The fly... that let his Majesty suffer... before acting. 

When I came back to Hell, it was a mess. The seconds I thought were mere seconds, were months. Months of falling, getting closer to the eyes of the King. The control that once was of my Majesty and even a fragtion of mine, now belongs to a human that feed lies to the naive Demons with powers. Without a leader, who are they? Who can listen to them? Who can give them orders? Who can save them?! Was the despair a giant that now they follow a mere human? Following the sound of his voice that guides them to a meaningless war? Those questions are not mine to be answered, but of my Majesty.

"WHAT?!" My Majesty is out of breath due to his scream of confusion. The water healing His body changed its colour to red as His wounds opened. 

"As you heared, my Majesty. A disrespectfully human named Micolash along three henchmen convinced the Demons that you are no longer alive, he made me look like a fool when I came back to Hell. The Blood Path is under his command, and even an arkangel along high tier Demons are following his orders, my Majesty-"

"AREN'T THERE ANY DAMN DEMONS WHO USE THEIR DAMN BRAIN?! -AGH!" His wounds keep opening, the more He struggles, the more pain He provokes to Himself, to me.

"I... None of what I am aware of, my Majesty... Please... Don't let the attitude of such mere beings disturb your rest and healing." As He allows me to get closer, I grab His hand and kissed it. Even a finger... is filled with scars and pain.

He's in a size similar to mine, a few centimeters bigger. 

"What are you doing here if there's such a mess?" I caress His hand, thinking about the proper answer. 

"They don't believe... You're still alive. They think... I let You died. If I go back, I might be slayed by themselves-"

"The ones we fought for."

"..."

"... Come closer, Nolan." My empty feet touch the golden and red water, blood of my Majesty. As I get closer to Him, He hits the water with the palm of His hand. His soft hand caresses my despicable chin. "You have to promise... You'll get our home to be what it used to be." 

"I promise, my Majesty.