Introduction Arc: Chapter 1 - The Demon Huntress

It was in the cold hours of the rising moon that the hunter waited for her time to hunt. Beneath a dark sky, a bloodstained longsword stands on the grass and next to it was the hunter sitting beside a campfire. She sat and waited for the moon to give her light, for she was a hunter and not the prey waiting for its own slaughter.

It is the 6th century AD, and much of the Earth has been overrun by the demons of Hell. The kingdoms of the world are now controlled by the leaders of the demons, and most of the world's regions are now plagued by twisted horrors. Even the great kingdom of Camelot has fallen, and most of the knights of the Round Table have succumbed to the god the night creatures served; the rest of them became wanderers of the Earth.

The hunter’s name is Lagertha. She was born in the kingdom of Camelot not as a hunter, but as a descendant of Camelot’s knights. But that was a long time ago. Those days were now distant memories of a time when the demons took over only a few kingdoms and regions. She could never again look back to her childhood without thinking of the evil deeds bestowed upon her home and people.

Now, Lagertha is sitting and waiting for the moon to appear so that her hunt can begin. But as she sat next to the fire, all she could think of was the man she once called a friend. She could only think about the times they used to spend with each other, and she wondered if he was still out there in a world where a person without a weapon would be prey to the demons.

Lagertha then looks down at her hand and sees a silver ring on her ring finger. This ring was given to her as a gift from her friend and the last thing that resembled their relationship together. The man’s name was Brant; his face and personality were all she could remember besides the ring. The ring had a sapphire appearance and resembled the royal court Camelot was once known for.

The hunter’s eyes began to water a bit. Lagertha knew full well that she grew up with Brant, and she wanted their relationship to not end with them being distant. Whatever time they had left with each other was limited because of the impact the demonic onslaught bestowed upon the kingdom. Her left hand grips onto her right hand as her ring kept Brant in her heart and soul.

“It’s been so long,” Lagertha whispered. “I have walked this road... alone. You were the only one by my side.”

It has been a year since the crowned king of the demons took over the kingdom of Camelot. His name is Mephiles; the people of the world call him the Conqueror of Worlds and the Lord of Earth. With his power, the once proud kingdom is now a cursed nation filled with night creatures and supernatural horrors.

Lagertha was still sitting on the floor and thinking of Brant as the sky began getting even darker. She did not care what would happen to her; she knew she had to become even stronger to face a foe like Mephiles. An opponent such as him would cost her most of the strength she had, and she knew she had to survive and keep fighting against the night.

“Brant... where are you?” Lagertha whispered.

The hunter was beginning to come back to her senses. Even though she was thinking of her best friend, she knew that the time had come once again to defend herself. Her only protection besides her steel breastplate armor was her silver longsword which carried the souls of her enemies. With every soul her blade collects, her weapon becomes even stronger.

Finally, Lagertha gets herself up from the floor and walks over to her longsword which stands beside her. She looks down and notices that instead of standing on the ground, the blade was standing on the neck of a fallen demon. So much blood stained the sword that it left a pool of gore leaking out of the demon’s throat.

Lagertha pulls out the longsword and the only thing left of the demon was a small river of gore oozing out of its body. It was not the first night creature that Lagertha killed, and it will not be the last. The night itself was already beginning, and she could hear nothing but the wind beginning to blow violently in her direction.

The hunter then wraps her royal purple cape around her back and places her longsword into her scabbard. Even though the sword was stained with the demon’s blood, the blade also had a purple sapphire gemstone, which collected the souls of her opponents. She then wraps her scabbard around her left hip, but she could also see the full moon beginning to appear in the night sky.

After that, Lagertha moved her long hair back and allowed it to flow with the wind; her chestnut brown hair was so long that it reached down to her hips. The time had come for her to follow the road to wherever it would take her, and she would kill any creature standing in her way. Both her hair and her cape flowed with the wind in her direction as the atmosphere quickly changed the mood.

Lagertha went from lamenting whenever she could see Brant again to being focused on the next demon that would meet her sword. Without hesitation, she found herself walking north as the only thing visible was the moon giving her light for the demon hunter. She could already feel the power of her blade become hungry for another demonic soul, even though the night had just started.

This night, Lagertha walks not only hunting the demons, but also returning to the kingdom of Rodan; she feels a terrible presence enter her mind as it seems like she is needed once again. This night marks the time where Fate itself will play a role in Lagertha’s journey as she walks this cursed path into darkness.