Chapter 6 – The demonic sword of destruction

Realm of Glaude: Dragon-village.

12 years ago-

Who was I 15 years ago, who? The one who was stunned for being a half-dragon born by the mixture of a human and the head of the dragon tribe.

It was me, Ascais Hidall. My mother was from the human nation of Algard which stood about 400 miles from the village,

Hahayo, the wind sword of destruction and Racus the fire sword of destruction were the swords wielded by my father and mother, I wish I could see them once again,

I really wasn’t fit to use the dragon arts, I could use them as a normal dragon-born, But the elders forced me not to use them, saying that I wasn’t fir to use them.

‘Dragon blast’, a dragon head popped out of the right hand and went straight in the direction of the Target resulting in it being destroyed. I sat at the window watching the village kids practice their dragon arts, I wasn’t allowed to go or talk with them, every time went outside my father would rush to find and bring me back home. At home when my father was around, the entire family used to cherish me, but as soon as my father used to go on the Ra expeditions in the realm with my mother, the entire family used to show their true faces, even the kids were ruthless and hateful on me. I had too much to of that,

On winter night I snuck out of the house when I was clearly not allowed to, one of my cousins would have probably seen me. As I was about to jump into the valley which surrounded the house, I felt a small push on my back, I was too weak, my leg slipped and I came down tumbling the entire way, the valley wasn’t that steep but had numerous obstacles in it, each and everyone being scarp of swords, dumped broken arrows and branched off the fire tree, each one of them got my body injured

As I arrived down the valley, my body was good as dead, it couldn’t move a muscle, My arms were pumped with scars of swords, and a used arrow had broken into my leg injuring me. My head was bleeding when I said to myself, ‘I better wish I had not been born’

The last thing I saw before I died, was the moon. That was what I was hoping for at the least, The golden moon in her dappled beauty spun, ever in perfect synchrony with her heavenly companion. It was the best thing I had ever seen. The red petals falling in the light of the moon and my blood both had the same colour of Crimson when I saw him for the 1st time, He was a middle-aged man with white hair and deep black but lively eyes, he was wearing a black cape resemblances the dark starless night, “You will not die here, my friend”

It was the 7th demon lord, Diabolos Next to him was a small girl child about the same age as mine.

The next day I woke up, I was in my room. I kept it a secret what had happened. The next day I came to know that the entire search party send to find the missing Ra members and the 2 generals only one broken-down body of a soldier had returned, holding 2 swords, The wind and the fire sword of destruction. I was given the swords but asked to return them to the next head of the family, which wasn’t me.

I continued to live my miserable life, I looked up in my room staring at the things unknown it went all south when Diablos and his family left the village. At that time, I didn’t know the person’s name who saved my life or my playful friend who supported me.
As soon as my parents passed away, 3 seats from the dining table were removed from the room, I was forced to eat after everyone else.

Instead, to live a life of misery, I left the house and started and enrolled in Ra-attack faction, main guard army, in the backline division. I was 10. It wasn’t rare to use young soldiers at a military base, I never saw the battleground. In an attack from the realm of Ixia, the only survivors were me and the lesser Ace who was cowering behind his party members.

On the inspection day of the incident, the lesser Ace blamed the incident on me, how I left the gates open to the building, which resulted in the massacre of the troops,

The Lesser Ace drowned this sword out, The demonic sword of destruction, being born from 2 wielders of destruction. It was natural that I would have a higher affinity than anyone other than the demon kings and lords. The rule of The demonic sword of destruction is that, if the target to be hit by the sword has a stronger affinity to the sword, then the sword does no damage to the person. In end I was the 1st member who ever became the wielder of the demonic sword of destruction with more than ninety-nine per cent of affinity rate to the sword, thus this is the back story. Seeing my affinity of the sword and skill in the next 2 years I trained like a mad man under the guidance of the 3 sword gods, the demon lords, the lady levitant, the god of justice and the 2nd demon lord which made me strong enough to be registered as an Ace of the attack faction.

This in short is the backstory of Ascais Hidall, the self-dragon of destruction and the wielder of the demon sword of destruction, Alberine.

The reason, why the dragon is so cold and bunt lies all in the hardships he has faced, bringing destruction over a person means putting all the pain and suffering of him to the target.

The demonic sword of destruction, which is the reason why Ascais can be a strong Ace, without the sword he still would be classified as an Ace, Able to bring down an empire in one day and kill 50,000 opposing soldiers in one day, plus being a cold-hearted killer is the reason why he is he. Ascais Hidall is the self-dragon of destruction, the symbol of blood and chaos, if you see the flag then run.