Daemon pulled himself from his bed lazily, with a yawn he walked over to his kitchen and made a plain bowl of cereal. His hands brushed past the metal handle of his drawer, as he drew a spoon from his cabinet.
He sat a few feet away from his TV, turning it on, he flipped to the news channel and ate his cereal as the sounds echoed throughout his living room.
He paid no attention to the TV, tuning it out as he happily enjoyed his simple breakfast.
Suddenly his eyes flickered to the screen, a woman no older than thirty spoke with a joyous tone.
"Hundreds of Sleepers who have been lost for years in the Dream Realm have finally returned! These warriors who have suffered and fought for their lives have managed to make their way back, please give a warm welcome to the survivors of the Forgotten Shore!"
Daemon snickered, his lips curling into a soft grin.
"...Seems like today is going to be slightly interesting." He muttered lazily.
He clicked the remote across the couch, turning off the TV with a swift motion before suddenly appearing in his washroom.
After washing himself up and getting ready, Daemon disappeared once again, arriving in front of his yard.
"Come quickly Caraxes." Daemon said aloud.
Almost immediately, a huge yet lean red dragon emerged from his shadow. His wings spread apart, as he let out a small screech.
Daemon mounted Caraxes as easily as taking a breath, with a soft pat, he commanded his dragon to take flight.
Caraxes kicked the ground beneath him, the earth cracking beneath the force of its legs. Its wings spread apart, flapping downwards, it soared into the sky.
"..."
"Ma'am, an unknown man has arrived at the gate and demands to be let in. He says he's here to interview the Awakened with you."
A slightly short man whispered to a raven haired beauty, she had icy blue eyes and flawless strikingly pale skin.
The woman raised her eyebrow with interest, "Oh?.... What's the problem? I'm sure the guards could handle one Awakened person."
The short statured man hesitated before giving in, "The thing is Master Jet….he has a dragon with him."
Jet suddenly shot forward, that certainly piqued her interest.
With a quick burst of speed, she apported near the doors of the Academy, with a slight flick of her wrist the gigantic gates opened.
Her eyes wandered to the red dragon, its wings were large enough to cover a neighborhood and tall enough to tower over a skyscraper.
It had a long, slender neck that whinnied as it gazed at the obviously terrified guards. It lay waiting, its hind legs planted firmly on the ground as it supported itself on its front arms which were a part of its wings.
On top of the dragon sat a man who looked like he was right out of a fairytale.
His hair was a cascade of pale silver, tousled by the wind. Strands fell over his piercing violet-blue eyes which gleamed with faint amusement.
He wore a black hoodie under a leather jacket with maroon cargo pants and high top sneakers.
"Let me in….or you will burn. I'm sure 5.25 Credits an hour isn't worth risking death." He muttered lazily, his eyes swept over Jet and slowly beamed.
"There's my ticket into this place!" Daemon said with glee.
Jet looked at the guards before waving her hands with a resounding sigh, "Let him in."
Daemon grinned playfully as he slid down from Caraxes who returned to his shadow.
Completely ignoring Jet, Daemon strolled into the Academy, eager to meet the so-called survivors of the Forgotten Shore and future 'heroes' to humanity.
"Um…Ma'am, who is he? I've never even seen or heard of him." One of the guards asked in puzzlement right before Jet followed Daemon.
She glanced at the guards and turned her head forward, gazing at Daemon's back.
"That is Awakened Daemon, an SS designated asset, actually, he's the reason the SS designation was even established in the first place.
"He's known as the Prince of Shadows, and his dragon—the Blood Wyrm. He's taken down multiple Category 1 and 2 gates in a matter of days, that too without rest. He also has taken down an entire horde of Awakened creatures of various ranks without aid.
"All the Great Clans are actually foaming at their mouths to get him on their side. He isn't a normal Awakened by any standard." Jet muttered with a deep sigh.
"What do you mean?" The second guard asked, being drawn in by Daemon's exploits.
Jet turned to face him, her cold eyes gleamed in the warm sun as she scoffed lightly, "His strength is equal to that of the strongest Masters."
She muttered bitterly, her face scrunching up in a scowl.