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Demons...they are usually seen as great brutes, but those are just the grunts. The lowest of the low, the scum that festers in the infected bowels of the Nether. From there a maiden of virtue, shepards the tormented, and bears the child of a Pit Lord. This child, born with the purity of his mother's heart, was cast out of the Nether and into the realm of mortals.

It is here where the child of a demon grows up, but with so much purity within the boy, it appears to have been snuffed out from the corruption that surrounds him. And from here we look into the life of Azul and Siekarra, before the breaking of the mortal realm, before the ascension into godhood. The story, of two mortals...

It was a normal routine, get up, get out, and be a practice dummy for the village's young boys. Never optimistic for waking up early in the morning but the boys are ever so cruel and wicked to instill pain and misery unto a slave.

Over time, the boys had begun to be even crueler, as the boy name Azul grew to become more ferocious and deadlier after every fight. It was until the routines became a bloodbath for every challenge placed on him. Eventually, the young men of the village thinned every week as Azul filled the graveyards with corpses of young men.

He was later sold to be a gladiator and with a sack full of silver, he was placed into an even greater stage, with battle hardened veterans of the arena going after his throat. It was kill or be killed, and it came to Azul naturally as he slew each and every foe that dared cross him.

With every foe that laid dead in the arena. the more gold came pouring in. Eventually Azul had bought his own freedom and is now the residential Warlord of the arena, the highest ranking gladiator, he now owns his own slaves, but usually they die from his harsh training regime, or from being slewn in the arena.

Adorn in battleworn armor, and a great sword on his back, the ushering of a crowd has gathered in the cities trade plaza as the newest harvest of slaves arrived in the great city of Malior.

As he prepared, he had removed his regal looking armor, more for appearances then actual practicality. Leather strapped across his chest with bloodstained spaulders. Staring at his prized sword he had won after felling it's previous owner, he picked up a notched war axe with special grooves that made a howl as it swung.

As the portcullis was raised ten participants had entered the ring and from his mouth, a hellish roar pierced through the air demoralizing those within earshot of his howl. With throbbing veins pumping adrenaline through his body, his battle cry had stirred the horses in the stables to be agitated. So agitated in fact, the neighing horses pawed the ground and thrashed about violently.

It was over as soon as the war cry was uttered. Blood and gore painted the arena grounds as Azul exited without even much as acknowledging the roaring crowd that cheered at him. As he passed by the thrashing horses in the stalls, one missing horse.

With blood painted over his face from his recent foes, he let out a sharp whistle as a distant neigh followed up with thundering hooves came closer. Hastily mounting his faithful Black Mare, whispering into her ear to ride with haste.

"You'll not get far, the desert is more merciful then I", Azul reared Gabriel as they both rode out into the outskirts and into the desert eyeing the horizon for any signs of his runaway slave.

Already being in a break neck speed, it didn't take long as the Black Gabriel neared the renegade slave. Undoing the lasso tied to the Mare's side, it was with ease as Azul casted the rope expertly, and strung tightly around his slaves torso. Yanking her off her mount and onto the merciless desert beneath her. Dismounting off of Gabriel he blew a sharp whistle as she took control of the rider less horse.

With the hot dry air already caking the blood onto his skin, his sky blue eyes glared furiously at his slave. Slapping her with the back of his hand he tightened the bindings on her as he heaved a great sigh. "Don't do this again, I'd rather not have this desert take you...come, your punishment will be far worse then the travel back"

Binding his slave and with miles ahead back into the city the sun overhead shined mercilessly as sweat began to coat his body. As Azul rode on Gabriel he was first to break the silence "Your tenacity is admirable... but I'd rather not have you taken away from me when you can serve me well by my side in the arena" he never bothered to name her seeing as she already had one, but with the lack of a name Azul stared into the sky as he saw a falcon flying freely. He whispered "...freedom, such a beautiful thing. Wide and free the sky" And that when it hit him "Your name, it's Sky from now on"

The walk back was hellish, and as the two neared the city a cloud of dust came billowing towards Azul as three horsemen enclosed around him. Three slave traders looked angrily at Sky and immediately began to start whipping her. The cracks of the whip made Azul uncomfortable, as he was unable to stop the traders from punishing Sky. But when he had begun to notice that the man that delivered the whipping was thoroughly enjoying himself. The other two took turns as they had begun to think deviously as they had encroached upon Sky with the most ill of intent. One of them glanced back at Azul chuckling in a very disgusting manner "You can have your way with her after we're done"

This had sparked an internal fury that had been bottled through years of abuse from the likes of them. A surge swept through his stomach as he unleashed his hellish roar, stopping the three from doing what they intended to do to Sky.

Smashing the face of the whipper as he grinded his head onto the desert ground. And dispatching the other two, mercilessly, and painfully. His body, now freshly painted with blood, adrenaline flooding through his body and letting out an angry howl into the dimming sky.

As the carrion birds hovered over the only two people that were alive in the desert, Azul picked Sky up as if she belonged to him, and only him. Placing her on the back of Gabriel the black mare, Azul lead the four of them into a nearby oasis. As the sun had begun to sink below the horizon the sky looked darker then usual as a cloud of carrion birds started to swarm over the corpses.

Seemingly to forget the newly caked blood on his body, Azul had begun to start a campfire. The entrance to the city being closed off at nights the only option was to camp for the night. Being mindful of the damaging effects of blood on his armor, he had begun to remove his clothing, showcasing an impressive body built by years of combat, and scars that have never faded from his days of being a slave.

As Azul saw his new slave go to work on his armor, and being freshly bathed. He took it upon himself, as he grabbed the bowl that she was using and began to clean his own armor. "I'm not asking you to service me, you don't need to anyway" dressed in nothing but a loin cloth he sat down next to Sky and began to work away at his armor. Occasionally he would look up at the setting sun, but he would lose interest as soon as the brutal chill of the desert night began to creep onto him.

As the cold had begun to replace the heat Azul turned his attention towards Sky "Remove your clothes, for us to survive the cold we will need to share our body heat"