• Same goes for him- Alexander Sammael von Blaineustru. The meaning of his name tells us of what his nature is- a defender in a devil disguise of the Kingdom of Jamorite. The Blaineustru family controls the kingdom with the head of the family as the kingdom’s king also. Today this story begins when the war broke down between the Kingdom of the East and the Kingdom of the West; the East being called the White Kingdom and the West being looked down as the Dark Kingdom. The former takes pride of its warriors and healers while the latter specializes in controlling the fire and earth element.

    In this world where Gaia is everyone’s mother, magic is alive. Dragons soar in the sky, in the virgin forests live different kinds of animals and plants and trees. There are even trees that grow tall, tall as the sky above. There are a plenty of luscious green grasses everywhere, walking in it feels like walking in a soft expensive Persian carpet. It’s just so peaceful and beautiful. But this is just the picture of the past, before when the two greatest kingdoms in this world are still one family. How did the war happen?

    It happened because they thought they could overpower us, he thought as he stands on the edge of the cliff overlooking the wide sea below him. It was already twilight; everyone who would look at the serene sea as it is being kissed by the sun’s golden rays will definitely be mesmerized by the awesome sight. As the wing-like azure clouds gather around the sun, different colours of the bluish-white sky and the golden sun seem to both competing with each other, taking turns as whose radiance is more magnificent.

    But this splendour of Gaia is not what is on the mind of Sammael for his thoughts drifts back to his recent dream. Every night he dreams of the different people that he has killed-warriors and innocents alike. He always dream of the time when he was about to kill them; they were begging for his mercy as their bodies are soaked with the blood of their loved ones who have been dead. It bothered him as to why this keeps on repeating every time he sleeps. He never knew what conscience means because all his life he was taught that everyone who stands in his way must be killed before they even kill him or before they even strike back to destroy his most beloved kingdom. This is the path of a warrior- death for those who do not believe and walk in their path of justice.

    Last night’s dream is little different and weird. He was standing all alone holding his black sword in his right in one of the ruined cities of the West Kingdom. He was looking around finding for his soldiers when suddenly a kid who’s just sitting outside the cathedral stood up and began walking over to him. A girl or a boy he did not know because the kid looked dirty and blood has stained his clothes and face. As the kid walks to him, crawling beings began showing up on the ground where the kid walks. Then... voices... of men, women- both old and adults, and children; he thought they were murmuring something but the voices has gone louder, of which the loudest voices were those of the children; they were all screaming and crying on to him. When at last the child was finally in front of him, the kid slowly lifts his or her head up.

    Blood! His eyes were in the deep colour of crimson and tears in the form of blood were flowing like an opened pipe of waterline down his small face. The beings in the back of the child, they too lifted their heads and they were much scarier than the bloody child. Their bodies were so thin that it looks like their bones are hangers for their skin; their faces were sunken, their teeth were black like they just ate charcoal, their skin were bluish like they had been deprived of oxygen, and their eyes... bloody like the child. They were gnarling at him... looking at him like they wanted to eat him and kill him with their own shark-like black teeth. Only, they cannot do so because the child was preventing them.
    “You... k-k-k-killed u-u-s-s-s...” the bloody child started to speak. “You killed us!” The kid shouted. As he opened his mouth some of the blood that comes from his eyes was coming into it. “White and right as you may think of your kingdom you and your people were devils from the very start! You killed for your own pleasure and your twisted sense of justice! You killed us!”

    As the child spoke Sammael just stood there looking at the bloody beings before him feeling not a bit scared of them for he himself is a devil incarnate. No devil should be afraid of other devils; and these beings cannot even be considered as his equals. This dream it always happen to him. It became a normal thing for him but what will happen next would shock him. For the child in front of him is different than the children in all of his nightmares.

    A devilish smile formed in the bloody lips of the blood-soaked child. “May immortality come upon you so that when you meet that person you will know how pain feels... You will know what suffering ishhhh... What you did to us will return to you a thousand times worst.”

    “Your conscience has long been gone... You never experience any feeling at all with the nightmares that you had before thissss... Be prepared young devil. Your lifetime of suffering has begun... ha ha ha ha!!”

    Immortality, huh. I am immortality itself kid. Always been.

    “Sammael..”

    “Tonio”, Sammael, “Why news did you bring me?”

    “The soldiers are ready. We are waiting for your command. Tonight we will strike the enemies while they are unprepared.”

    “Good. This is why I you are my right hand man. You make things easy for me man.”

    “Huh? Is that a compliment coming from you your highness? Coming from you, why did it feel like a death sentence to me? And here I am thinking that we’re super comrades. So you just like my presence because of the things I do for you.” A grin broke Tonio’s lips. Of course, the mighty Alexander Sammael von Blaineustru- the only heir to the throne of the East Kingdom wouldn’t know how to put up a face that gives compliments to someone. Damn, he doesn't even know how to tell a joke. Hell will freeze before that happens. His best buddy has always been so serious ever since they were little kids. “What were you doing here anyway? I mean I know you prefer being along but why the face man? Is it about the Queen again?”

    Sammael portraying his famous scary face just looked at his comrade Tonio. “Let’s go. It’ll be a long walk coming down from these mountains.”

    “You’re really creepy. I wonder why women are after you.”