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Running in the darkness, being under the storm and bruised weren't all of her worries. Behind her, armed guards on horses were looking for her, guided by a white robed priest holding a lance in the shape of a cross.
But beyond her survival, her struggle against the elements, the night and the so called true faith, was for the wellbeing of the little creature growing inside of her.

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Riding in the darkness, under the storm and tired by the hunt, the Guards of the Cross searched the night for the fugitive witch. Their guide, Father Dulain, was specially worried and eager to find her, for he was, after all, the only member in the hunt who knew of the demonic origin of the child growing inside the witch.
And riding, forcing his guards, horses and himself to the limit, Father Dulain prayed to God.

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Lurking in the darkness, under the storm and enraged against those humans dressed in white, he watched. His orange colored eyes analyzed every detail, searching every weakness in the armors, the weapons, the horses and the men.
A swift grin on his face, and then a mighty leap throwing himself against the foes.

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She fell on her knees, exhausted, feeling an immobilizing pain that made her scream, wishing for her lover, the father of her child, to be there with her, at least to hold her hand.

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Father Dulain fell on his knees; seriously wounded, feeling the pain of defeat by the very dark forces he vowed to destroy. And he prayed one last time for his dead guards before being beheaded by the enraged demon.

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He fell on his knees, watching at the dead body of his lover, still holding her newborn, crying child. The baby had his eyes, orange in color, blazing with the fires of Hell.
He took the baby in his arms, with a stare his lover's corpse was ignited in golden flames, the smoke rising to the skies. There was no tears or even more rage, but he wasn't happy, and he made an oath to avenge her in the most terrible and merciless way.

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Twenty years had passed since his birth. He was now renowned as a cruel and powerful demon knight, even when he was just a half-demon. His father taught him secrets that were forbidden to humans and to most demons alike and also cultivated in him a raging hate for humankind.
Now, his greatest day had arrived. Siding with his father he achieved all demons' goal: The end of the world.

And in the last scream of agony of the last human on the whole, now burning world, the spirit of humanity gave a sincere but late apology to the demon knight and his father.