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    Alle waited for the second minute, sword at his hip as the demon crossed his arms leaning back in the alley way. The sun barely peeking through the slits between the large towering buildings overhead making it seem like familiar darkness. Only a glimpse of light came to the demon, though just enough for him to watch for his trader.
    He had arrived about an hour ago, early for the trade. Though the eighteen year old knew he should be early for this one, the trade so important in getting back to the underworld. Alle looked up when a cloaked human approached and in his under arm a silver box; he smiled before standing up again to meet him in his last stride. “About time, you’re two minutes late, peasant.” Alle hissed at him flashing him his fangs and the man flinched but took off his hat to show his scarred face.
    Alle sneered at him as he handed him the box and he turned his back to the human, flipping the lid open to peer into the chest smiling to see the glowing purple stone, it was his amulet, to get back to the underworld. Alle glanced at the human again before swiping the stone into his hand already feeling his demon rage begin to rise from the touch of gold and the Doom stone.
    He turned back to the hidden human eyes turning dark before flashing red, baring his fangs, “You did well. Though sadly, it will be your last mission.” He took a step forward and the man took a shaky step back, “N-No!” he cried as Alle dug his glass and steel Katana through his chest jerking it downward to cut off any air, then spun ripping it back out. He turned his back to the dead corpse on the alley ground and smirked looking down at his amulet and sheathed his sword shooting off into the shadows, tail flicking behind him.
    The boy traveled in the darkness stopping at each alley way to look around before carrying on again keeping himself unknown. The demon slipped the amulet around his neck and hid it under his shirt as he reached his last alley. He grabbed his jacket collar spiking it up and over his ears then cuffed his sleeves over his demon tattoos, then finally flicked his tail to disperse it into the air like smoke and smiled looking over himself. I look like a helpless human, he thought then molded into the crowd. He kept his limbs close as he walked down the street making sure not to draw any attention to him. As he crept along the road slipping past the opposite flowing crowd of people as he turned to walk down the nearly dead street to the red light district part of the city. He looked around at all the beggars in disgust before shoving a homeless man out of his way as he stopped him asking for money and he glared at him walking up to his house. He turned the knob a few times then shouldered the door creaking it open, then flicked on the lights to reveal his make shift home.
    It wasn’t something special, though he had been banished for over three years. The reason; he had fallen in love with a human girl when she mistakenly fell into the underworld, his father had found out about their meetings and killed his lover, then tortured him. After he had turned fifteen, his father banished him to the human world, and until he had proven his worth in returning both the Doom stone and Peace stone he could return. Though the hunt for both stones took all he had for him to track, and yet he only had the Doom stone.
    Alle sighed to himself closing the door behind him with another shoulder bash then slipped off his jacket; and hooked it on the door. He walked into his house snapping his fingers to light the candles in the separate rooms his tail once again returning and he shoke out his hair looking down the hall way as he walked turning at the second door to his library. Alle picked himself through the piles of paper and books stacked to the ceiling from the floor, to finally his desk.
    Alle cleared a spot to see the deep oak wood of the desk. He switched on the lamp overhead and sat in on a pile of books slipping off his amulet and placed it on the desk staring at the deep purple stone, which was held in place in a gold tear shape ornament. He brushed his thumb over it as he turned on his books to a nearby bookshelf passing his first finger over the spines stopping at his most used book; Tracker of the Stones. Alle grabbed the thick book from the shelf and sat it down on the desk beside the Doom stone flipping the cover open to see the index. Skimming it over till he hit the Doom stone name. Page one thousand two hundred and forty-seven, he told himself flipping the pages quickly to the correct page and stared at the old picture of the Doom stone and read the description quickly.
    The Doom stone, once thought to be a myth in a lost culture; it holds all the world’s dark power and spirits within its grains. Any who used its powers wrongly would be corrupted by its power and eventually be lost away in the stone itself, though; one race was said to be able to wield the stone to their heed. To destroy or construct peace or war, the doom stone alone can have devastating effects on anything that breathes. Warning: Never keep the Peace stone and Doom stone together, the power of each stone will destroy each other.
    Alle raised a brow at the warning and ran a finger along the sketched picture of the stone and snorted when the cheap pencil came off as he dragged his finger across it and he sighed again closing the book after ripping the page out and stuffed it into his pocket as he stood from his desk. The demon made his way through his library and to the hallway door snapping his fingers, then the lamp switched off and he walked farther down the hall turning to the left to unlock his bedroom.
    Entering into the silk floored room he slipped off his shoes shaking out his hair as he snapped his fingers to light the candles of the room. Walking to his single bed he undid his sword belt laying his katana beside his nightstand in case he had a burglar again. Slipping under the silk and cotton blankets of the bed he stared at the ceiling in boredom as he shifted on his side laying his head on the pillow as his eyes slipped closed to sleep.
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    Z walked the blackened streets of the underworld, his black shoes walking on the cracked and melting roads, while his tail flicked behind him. He had been sent to visit the royal’s, though only to be asked for a report on the traitor, Alle. To think I used to be brothers with him, he grunted to himself as he walked hearing the human shrieks and screams as they were forever tortured in the underworld, the sounds like music to his ears and he smirked when a spirit floated by him a woman screaming over and over as she was killed again and again. Though the twenty year old just carried on knowing he couldn’t-wouldn’t do anything to save her. Z was heading home, wanting to get the royal’s questions out of his head about his brother and his quest, for all Z cared, he wanted Alle to stay in the human world for being so foolish.
    As he reached his manor a group of soldier’s approached weapons at the hip and he raised a brow though hissed when one grabbed his arm then another for his other. They forced him down on his knees, one guard lifting his chin with a sword tip as he looked up at the armored woman. He snarled at her as she patted his chin with the katana tip, he swallowed feeling the blade poke his throat as he did, “What do you want?” he demanded trying to shake off the guards holding him down, the woman just laughed, “I think you’ve already have been notified of that. Haven’t you?” she smirked at him and Z narrowed his eyes, “So I have no choice?” he asked already recalling his visit from the royal’s, she shoke her head, “I don’t belief you do.” She chuckled removing the sword from his throat and ordered the guards to let him go and Z stood once again.
    The demon shoved the guards that held him down to the ground to be burned by his flames that rose from the splits in the earth under his feet in his anger, his tail flicked back and forth in irritation for being forced in going after his brother. “Fine, tell your rulers that they will see the dead body of Alle.” Z huffed to the woman snapping his fingers to shatter the steel blade like glass before turning towards the north to begin walking his way to the gate way to the human world.

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    Z stood in front of an abandoned theatre out looking the outskirts of the city and he smirked as the humans passed and he snorted as a woman stopped and stared at him and he dispersed his tail to hide his demon side as he walked into the crowd to search for his brother’s scent...
    To be continued