He lay there in the rain, unable to do anything but breath. well that wasn't entirely true. he had been gauging his surroundings for 3,000 years. even with his body being unconscious, his mind knew full well that the war was over and that his Great Commander had lost. But where did that leave him? His entire purpose was to kill the opposing forces, and he had allowed himself to get hit at the decisive moment of the battle. he still remembered the knight who had put him in this state. but now the curse would be lifting soon, and with it, he could finally find out what the world had done without it's rightful prince...<br/><br/>___________________________________________________________<br/><br/>His left forefinger twitched slightly. his arm seemed to be covered in the roots of a tree in a forest that hadn't been there when he had been sealed. Blood red eyes shot open as he exuded quite the effort to free his arm.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Odd... I should have been able to decimate the entire tree."</span>He said to no one in particular. Looking around, he noticed the moon was high in the sky. Despite being clothed in red and black-and quite rusted- armor, he just started walking with no real direction in mind. finding a slab of black rock in the middle of nowhere that seemed to extend in two directions, he deduced semi-correctly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Strange. It must have taken years to carve this path."</span>He muttered. suddenly a light began to approach, and he tried using his magic to teleport out of the way. This only succeeded in a fizzling spark and the car smashing headlong into him, the front hood of which was totaled as it crumpled and he stood firm. He began to limp away as the impact had caused his left leg to go numb. Then he remembered he could fly. unfolding his ethereal wings, he launched himself into the air, not caring about the angry owner of the car.<br/><br/>Soaring aimlessly for a bit, he saw a group of lights and decided to go see what they were. Landing on the outskirts, he shifted his form to that of a young man with shoulder length white hair, the same red eyes, a blue hoodie, and a pair of black jeans with sneakers he saw in the window of a nearby store.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Now then... where the hell am I supposed to find a source of magic to replenish myself?"</span>he wondered, limping along as people stared and tried to avoid him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">"Sir, you should find a place to heal."</span>a voice asked him as a boy looking around 19 exited an alley. He smirked.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Son of a... I forgot you were still here Killagos! Still going by Jeremiah for the humans?"</span>The white haired Demon asked his Familiar. As the two walked along, another car, this time driven by a young woman, crashed into the Demonic Prince. this time he was far more injured and his left leg was completely broken.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Should've seen that... coming."</span>The Demon said, wincing as Killagos ran to his side shouting,<span style="color: #00FFFF">"Master Dedlik!!"</span>