Arcaeus stored the rest of the meat in his dry storage, then sat on a log and started into his story.<br/><br/>"I was in Hell. My final battle against Lucifer was about to begin. My forces were facing across a field at Lucifer's army. Man, we didn't stand a chance, but we had to try. I stood at the front of my lines, Lucy, at the back of his." Arcaeus paused, "Yes I call him Lucy" he said winking. He then continued. " Tensions were rising, then it broke. The battle horn sounded, and they charged our lines. I roared, raised my sword and we charged back. Time seemed to slow as we approached each other, and then we were clashing. The battle was bloody, and mostly everything was blurry and quick. We were managing to hold our own, unfortunately, they had about three times as many troops as we did. I was bloody, having been cut a few times. But not all of the blood was mine, I had killed my fair share of enemy combatants. I was wading through the enemy army, looking for my prey, Lucifer. I saw him at the rear, and he saw me. We approached each other as his forces started to push mine back. We were losing, and I knew I only had one chance. So I got bold and reckless. I charged toward Lucy, my swords' flame growing more intense as my rage rose. His men moved out of the way as his walked calmly toward me. I swung first, which is a mistake, unless you have the element of surprise. He knocked my first attack aside, and counter-attacked. I managed to block it, then get a hit on him. He recoiled and swiped at me with one of his talons. That's how I got the scar. I managed to mostly dodge it, but he nicked me. Sliced my eye, and right below it, open. I tried to continue fighting, but I just couldn't see. I was nearly blind. I stumbled away, and Lucifer just laughed as I retreated. My men were dying and there was nothing I could do. I had to escape, as I would be hunted down and executed if I stayed in Hell. My top lieutenant, Arlathax, saw me trying to escape and rallied what was left of my men. They covered my retreat to The Gates of Hell, and held off Lucy's forces as Arlathax cleared away what guards were posted at the Gates. I turned to him right before I left Hell, and asked him to come with me, as I trusted him and would need him at my side. He told me that he couldn't do that. He just couldn't leave his home, even if it meant that he would die. I told that I understood, and that I would return eventually to avenge him and our men. He turned away from me and joined my defenders. I stepped through the Gates and turned. I saw Arlathax get cut down, stabbed through the stomach. He fell to his knees, and was promptly decapitated. My heart sank and I saw Lucy approaching me. I was then lifted up and out of Hell. The next thing I knew, I was falling through the sky. I saw Earth below and spread my wings to stall my fall. I landed in some grasslands in the middle of the country."<br/><br/>Arcaeus finished. The moon was up and the forest was silent, but for the chirping of grasshoppers and crickets. He stared at the fire in silence, reminiscing about failures past. He touched his scar absentmindedly and ruffled his hair.