Chapter One: The Beginning's of A Legend
Capital City, hundreds of skyscrapers make up the city. There are a few small buildings between the massive towers but mostly the city is known for reaching for the heavens. There's hundreds of different people and demons walking on the streets andeven more flying around with various forms of transportation. One person flew around on a white hoverboard. He was wearing some tattered blue jeans and a blue shirt with a tan jacket. There was a sword strapped to his back. His brown hair was being slicked back by the wind and he had a smile on his face.
Today I'll find you. Just as promised. The eightteen year old boy remembered a face. The face of a demon, a demon that changed his life. "Hey watch it!" The teen looked up and saw he was about to crash into a hovercar coming right at him. Without pausing he jumped up ran on top of the hovercar and jumped back onto his hoverboard. It was almost as if he had planned it. The teen kept flying until there was a sudden explosion a couple miles to his left. He steadied himself before turning and heading over to help.
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"Leave. Me. Alone!" A large muscular man was punched in the face. A group of people slowly cornered a man in a tan hooded cloak. Suddenly one man jumped at him. He recieved a kick to the gut. A few more ran at him and suddenly he was fighting the entire group. "Are you locked on?" Some members of the group were slammed into a wall. "Yeah." The last of the group was knocked out. "Good. I'd hate for a repeat of last time." The man began to run off. Nobody followed or stopped him. "Fire." A man with slicked blue hair steadied his aim before launching a rocket at the running man. "Damn. I overshot." The rocket landed in front of the running man and exploded. When the smoke cleared The man stood up and tore off the little that remained of his cloak. "Your aim's improving Jet. But you could still use practice." Jet came down and slammed at the man with his spear. "Shut up, Demon." The demon looked around calmly. "Where's Byron and Vira? You guys never make a move alone. Or did you split?"
"None of your concern. Now either fight or surrender!" Jet began stabbing with his spear. The demon used his armored arms to deflect every blow. Jet quickly pulled back and spun his scythe. Suddenly a blonde man wearing black and gold came down atop the demon with a slash. "Byron. You're late to the party." Byron jumped back and then leapt forward with a stab. "Jet told you to shut up Demon!" The demon blocked the slash and then started to parry or dodged every move Jet and Byron did. Suddenly a woman came in with a swift kick at the demon's chest. Her eyes widened in shock as the demon had grabbed her foot. "You know Vira, if you're going to fight this way then maybe you shouldn't wear a skirt." He quickly spun her before throwing her to the ground. "Shut up." The demon jumped back and sighed. "You three were better the last time we fought two weeks ago. What's happened? I get-" The demon suddenly stopped as a loud crash was heard behind him. He turned his head to see a very large man wearing a red shirt and blue jeans. He stood at eight feet and had muscles as big as a childs body. He had black brass knuckles on each hand and was throwing a punch at the demon. "Oh f***." The demon was hit hard in the chest and sent flying through the third floor of a nearby building. He came out on the fourth floor on the buildings other side before falling back to the street. He quickly got up rubbing his chest. "Ouch. I felt that through my armor." The giant man ran up ready to tackle the demon. He missed though as the demon leapt over him. "So who's he?" Byron came up with a slash at the demons head. "That is Crush. Not very bright but he's very strong." Jet and Vira both came in with a strong attack at the demons back. He quickly dodged and placed his right hand on the ground. "Looks like I have to get serious." The demons red eyes glowed. He stood up and slapped his hands together. As he pulled them apart there was a red glow. The glow soon became a sword. The blade was as red as his eyes and the handle was blacker than night. He grasped it in his right hand and readied himself. "Come!"