Demon's blood heritage Prologue: Unwilling Friends

Demon’s Blood-heritage
  Prologue: Unwilling Friends

Ramus ran down the side path, breathing heavily as he looked back over his shoulder. As he looked he dropped to his knees and a ball of black fire passed over his head and destroyed the wall behind him. Fayt, his eyes glowing a deep crimson color, flew into sight, gliding silently on black-feathered wings.
The only Fallen in the underworld, Fayt was the best that a demon could offer. His ash-colored hair was short and cropped off at an inch long. He had long slender legs and powerfully built arms with long lithe fingers that could snap a neck at a seconds notice. He pumped his powerful wings and flew closer to Ramus as he rose again to his feet. Where Fayt was perfect in every way, Ramus was almost his complete opposite, He was short and stocky, his hair was long and tangled all the time, and he was almost totally inept at his demonic capabilities. The only thing that could be said to be going for him was that he was the son of the Lord of Chaos, but he couldn’t even seem to get that right. All his attempts at using his demons chakra was a flop.
Today was especially bad, as every time he tried a spell, it backfired. As he started to run down an alley to his right he felt Fayt begin to gather energy for his next attack. Fayt landed on the ground and had to fold his wings to fit into the alley. He ran into the alley and got wedged between the walls, he released the energy from between his hands and the walls crumbled around him in a cloud of dust.
Ramus stopped and looked back when he heard the walls fall. As he turned to leave a strong bolt flew from the rubble and pierced Ramus through the chest. He flew back and slammed through a wall and landed in a pile on the floor of an old building. Fayt rose and walked over to Ramus’ prone form, Ramus groaned as Fayt began to gather black fire between his hands.
“Stop Fayt!” a voice with an air of command boomed across the field. Talus, the grisly, old battle instructor strode toward them from his vantage point on the roof of a half collapsed building. He jumped from the second story and landed without a sound on the ground.
“You pass Fayt; now leave so that I may speak with Ramus alone,” said Talus. With that, he turned to Ramus and stared at him coldly. “You are a failure as the Son of Chaos. At the rate you are developing, you’ll never become a Lord fit to rule. You have failed your test, now return to the academy and inform the master that you will be joining his class again.”
“No! Please master Talus, I can’t fail this, my father will kill me!” yelled Ramus. “He is already displeased with me for failing my last test!” Ramus looked at Talus and his shoulders slumped, he already knew that he was going to be failed.
Talus looked at Ramus’ disappointed form and sighed, “Go back to the academy Ramus; you have not passed this test.” Ramus turned and began trudging back toward the East Academy. Talus stared for a moment then disappeared in a puff of smoke. Ramus looked over his shoulder to see if his teacher was gone.
“Old grump,” he muttered, “I’ll never pass this test even if I’m a Son of Chaos.” He kicked at a rock and sent it arching through the air ahead of him. The stone fell as he looked at his feet and landed on the ground with a small thunk.
“Stop your whining you baby, it sounds pathetic coming from a Son of Chaos.”
Fayt stepped out from a building off to Ramus’ left. “You make it sound like your life sucks, being pampered all of the time and waited on hand and foot. If I were you I’d enjoy the life style you’ve got. At least you aren’t an outcast and the last of your kind. People look at me like I’m a protégé, do you have any idea how tough that is?” he asked.
“Yeah, it must be so tough, being the best of the best at every little thing,” Ramus snapped, “Such a pain being able to do demon magic without it almost killing you!” He began walking away again.
“You think that I like being the best at everything?! Do you have any idea how much pressure that is? I had to pass this dumb test just because it was another way to prove myself to everyone that I deserve to exist. So before you go yelling at me for doing what I have to, why don’t you think first?”
Oh, thought Ramus, I forgot about his heritage…
Ten years ago, during the Desertion War, when angels and demons abandoned the realms of their birth for a new existence on Earth, Fayt’s race had defected and gone to Earth and Fayt had been left behind. The Lords of Chaos and Harmony had slaughtered all of the defectors and Fayt’s family had been killed. Fayt was still called a traitor, even though he had been a child during the war.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean…” Ramus started.
“Don’t.” said Fayt, “Don’t even apologize. You’re the pampered prince, the golden child; you can have everything handed to you whenever you want. Why should you have to be apologizing to me?”
“I was just trying to be kind okay? Believe it or not, some of us actually have a conscious. If you want to be a fool about it, then you deserve to be called a damn traitor and heretic to the Underworld!”
“Shut up!” yelled Fayt.
Ramus fell back and Fayt turned to face him. Fayt lowered his upper body into an Aikido stance and began to circle around to Ramus’ left. Ramus dropped himself into a defensive Budo stance as Fayt began to move in. Fayt sent a low kick at Ramus’ left leg and brought his fist in a small arch to connect with his face. Ramus fell to the ground, stunned and Fayt launched himself into the air.
Fayt’s hands began to glow with a black pulsing energy as he hovered above Ramus. He pointed his hand at Ramus’ prone form and prepared to attack.
A sudden blast knocked Fayt to the ground and he smacked his head into a wall. He fell dazed and raised his head and saw the wall begin to fall upon him, then blackness.
Ramus raised his head high enough to see Fayt’s body become buried under the rubble of the wall. The last thing he saw was a pair of black-feathered wings, then a flare of pain and a flash of white light.