The Village Of Warriors was a total wreck by now. Not even a single hut stood, each and everyone of them were destroyed. The whole village was bathing in the blood, corpses.
An hour ago, the village was echoing with cries of people but now, it was all silent. The only living thing inside the village were the remaining prisoners and the caravan which just arrived.
The caravan contained mainly traders. Only one person in that caravan totally belonged to the village—the descendant of the Oliver, Williams Oliver.
He had pink purplish long messy hairs with silver eyes. His whole body was covered in silver plate armor with a helmet in his left hand and a steel long sword in his right hand in it's sheeth.
His face crystal clear just like a raindrop.
He was feeling very complex emotions right now. Anger, sorrow etc.
His eyed moved to the remaining prisoners. Without wasting a second, he draw his sword and dashed on those prisoners.
They were around few more than a dozen and with just a swing, Williams beheaded 5 prisoners—9 remaining.
Those 9 sat on their knees the next second and started begging.
They said to Williams, "We are not the one responsible for the destruction of this village. It was him, the devil. No, not him, along with him his servants also. "
Williams complex emotion didn't let him believe on such ridiculous sentences.
From his perspective, who will believe in the existence of the devil?
Who will refuse what they see with their eyes. And what Williams saw was the destruction of his own village and the prisoners who should be in the prison standing in the village carefree.
One more swing, 3 beheaded and 6 remaining.
Those 6 were crying and begging Williams.
From the caravan, chatters could be heard. The traders were talking among themselves, they were too startled to see such a scene. They would come to this village once every year and would find a happy village.
But now what they could see was the village turned into ruins.
Williams calmed down for few seconds and looked around, he was probably looking for his father.
He turned around and started running around the village to find him but he was nowhere to be found.
But then, a woman from the caravan screamed. Her foot was on the top of a corpse and she didn't realise until she looked down.
Williams turned around, he thought that a prisoner attacked.
But then his eyes moved onto the corpse laying under her foot.
It was none other than his father.
Heartbroken, he fall on his knees, his sword fell from his hand. Tears started running down from his nearly dead eyes. A descendant of Oliver was now on his knees, not infront of an enemy but infront of the act of a person—of the devil.
In rage, he stood up and ran towards those prisoners.
But those prisoners kept begging, crying and saying one thing, "Please believe us, it's the devil who did this, not us. It's him and his servants, spare us please. "
But it didn't work as Williams with another couple of swings beheaded all of them.
In rage, he screamed towards the sky, whether it was in rage or pain, the scream was full of sadness—scream of a sad man.
But what of those who did such thing to the village? Where were they? Where could one find them?
There was only person and that was the route they took.
A group of around 6 people in purple cloak and white masks with each carrying a weapon was walking on a flat land with grasses and couple of trees. There was also a river flowing right beside them.
The greenery was so good at that place. Butterflies could be seen flying around, going from one flower to another.
There was also a pretty beautiful rainbow in the sky. Birds were fluing across the rainbow and few were trying to reach to the rainbow.
An eagle was flying really high with it's eyes set on that group marching towards somewhere.
The one leading that group was carrying a black blade. Right beside him, a woman, not in a white mask but in full armor with red fur kinda thing on her armor was carrying a platinum colored battle axe.
Undoubtly, it was the group of the devil—Alice.
The muscle man of that group asked to Alice, "Devil, what are we gonna do now? "
Alice behind the mask smiled and said, "We must grow our name. I have pretty big plans for us for the future, but to implement them, there need to be some conditions and to fulfill those conditions, we must start with some basic things. One of them being, securing food supply for us. We will die from hunger if we don't have enough food for us. "
The teenager kid said, "After all we did, do you think someone will supply food to us? And after all, we are the servants of a devil, they will probably kill us. "
Alice replied, "Who said we will ask others for food? We will take it by force, we will hunt animals and if the situations demands us, then humans also. After all, I am the devil and you are my servants. "
The white haired guy replied, "Those are also for the future. Why don't we tell each other our name first? "
Alice replied, "You all are going to call me devil, so there's no reason for me to introduce myself, but you all should. "
The white hair guy replied, "Alright.Well then, my name is Demõnio Monteiro. "
The muscle man said, "You can call me Ma Do-yun. In short just go with Do-yun. "
The teenager replied, "I am Mo Chen. "
The scared woman said, "Mariya Chortytsia. "
At last, the knight woman said, "Alina Rytareva. "
Alice again smiled behind his mask and said, "Well then, from now on, none of you will call each other by their real name. You see, I do not want others to go and study about our past or scratch our backs with our past. From now on, each and everyone will have a code name. "
He took a breathe and continued, "Demõnia Monteiro, you will known as Beelzebub from now on. "
Alice's voice was so menacing that Demõnio felt a pressure on him. It was like the devil himself gave the name to him and he had to obey him.
He continued, "Mo Do-yun, you are Asmodeus from now on. "
"Mo Chen, Ashura. "
"Mariya Chortytsia, Persephone. "
"At last, Alina Rytareva, Lilith. "
"And me, you can call me the devil, Lusifer, Hades. It's your choice, but remember, you all are my servant and I am your master—the devil. My life holds more meaning than yours. "