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In the lands of Zagan, it used to be prosperous, but it was small. The Clan was one of the weaker pillars, yet it still held 8 villages that were loyal and supportive towards the Noble family. It was a joyful time because the Great War had just ended, the Low-Class Devils everywhere celebrated this fact, no longer would they be a simple meat bag for the war.
Their happiness would be short-lived however as the newest leaders of the Underworld wanted to repeat the war once more. Almost all the Pillars went against it, and a Civil War emerged, the Satan Clans targeted the weaker Clans first.
Sadly, the Zagan Clan was one of their main targets, the Noble Clan was put down like a sick dog taking only a few hours at max. The members from the Satan Clan were on a different level compared to the Pillars.
Now the villages that were occupied by the Zagan were now used as slave labor, mining away in the mines for precious minerals to fuel the war. These towns barely able to scrape by the minimum to survive. The men went to the mines while the women took care of the food, it was a difficult life and many of the Low-Class wanted this Civil War to end now.
Amelia watched her child play with the other kids in the town; her heart was pumping fast. As the wife of the leader of the town, she was privy to things that other people might not know. Her husband Alexander told her about how the mines were no longer giving precious minerals like it used to and the Satan Clan people kept asking for more.
She thought in turmoil about the fact that this week, the village could not reach the minimum that the Demons wanted. The only thing that she could do was hope that her husband and the other men could find the minerals needed.
Time flowed fast and the day was almost ending, today was the day of the week where the Demons would come get the resources. Ameila quickly saw her husband come with the wagon, but it was very empty, the men in the back had faces of horror deeply etched into them. At that moment she knew that her greatest fear had come true.
She ran to them shouting her husband's name. "Alexander, Alexander! Did you guys gather enough?" Her question wasn't answered by him, words weren't needed, a simple shake of his head was enough to tell the feelings that he was having at the moment.
Amelia felt her life flash through her eyes; she knew the consequences of not having enough. The Old Satan Faction members already told them about it. The deaths of the women and children and forcing the men to become meat shields in their war. It was maddening but to the Demons, it was like picking off an insect that became useless to them.
The women had long been finished their day of tending the food sources and gradually they all came out with their children questioning their husbands and family members about what was going on. Soon they were given the run down and of course none of them looked happy.
Ameila could tell that Alexander felt like he had failed them as the town's leader, and she felt the same. Even though they could do nothing about this situation, the feeling of failure still burned deeply in both of their hearts.
The day got worser as they heard the flap of wings above them. All the townspeople including Ameila immediately prostrated themselves. They knew who it was, the Third-Born child of the Astaroth Clan alongside his two servants.
"Well, did you trash collect enough minerals?" Viktor questioned the group. His arrogance could be felt for miles.
Amelia clenched her teeth, slandering the Nobleman up in the air, she wished horrible things would happen on this vile being, but she has heard tales of how powerful these High-Class Demons were, only the peak of the Devil Pillars could fight back. This town had none of that, and their fate was merely to grovel at his beck and call.
"No, we have not my Lord." Alexander stated with a low and dead voice.
Powerful Magical Aura suffocated the air letting none of the Low-Class townspeople breathe, especially the children who were struggling with their might. Cries began erupting from the children on the ground as the mothers tried their best to help both calm them down and breathe.
"You all are VERMIN! While the Demons from my clan are fighting their best in the war! YOU VERMIN are sitting on your asses doing nothing to support the Old Satan Faction." Viktor screamed, spit falling all over the ground as he spoke. "You know what happens to those who cannot keep up with the quota."
Amelia scoffed internally, she had heard rumors from the villages nearby that some of the Satan Clans were too pussy to go fight in the war, so they did what they did best, lie for their own comfort. They pretended being an important facet of the war by finding and oppressing villages on their own making them gather resources but in reality, any ol Middle-Class Devil could do that.
The reality was that Viktor was one of these kinds of pussy, but she could never say these words out loud unless she wanted to death.
He gestured to the servants that were next to him to kill all the women and children, this was the favorite part of Viktor, he enjoyed seeing Middle-Class Devils kill their own kin for his own pleasure. It was intoxicating seeing the look of despair in his servants and he knew that they were powerless of changing this fact.
Amelia watched the servants of this childish and arrogant Nobleman slowly descend, no one dared to move because they were afraid that if they moved then the young master would personally take action.
They wanted to die proud of the fact that they did all they could but everyone in the town knew that they were dying a coward's death, a nobody's death. Everybody had limits even more the children who all started to weep loudly because they knew that soon they would die.
This was like a dam that was broken by a tide. Soon all the townspeople began to cry, families holding each other not wanting to be pulled apart. Amelia held her child and husband in her arms.
Life wasn't fair, all they wanted to do was live their lives and someone had taken that agency out of them. Why was it that they were all born Low-Class Devils? Why was there even a power dynamic in the first place. Life was cruel and all Amelia wanted was another chance for her people.
All she wanted was to live. Amelia remembered an old tale where it spoke of Lucifer who created the Pillars merely for the war against Heaven. Simple pawns for a war. What worth was the people even lower than the Pillars, were they truly worth nothing?
Her wishes of letting her people survive would not be answered in every reality...She would die alongside her people, becoming dust in the long history of Devil-Kind. There was nothing to save them from this fate, well except in this reality because somehow the stars aligned perfectly and created a miracle beyond a miracle, a miracle capable of destroying a devastating fate.
It was as if this reality heard the woes of Amelia and felt both the self-hatred and despair that everyone in the town felt, deciding to give them hope.
A magical circle erupted from the ground shining the deep darkness that everybody was feeling. From within the circle radiated sin, curses and hatred, ones so vile that the townspeople and the ones up in the air shivered when feeling it.
Out of the magical circle appeared a black-haired teen who wore no shirt, and black pants that seemed to be breaking apart. On his body clung tattoos that had the words of a strange language that not even Devils could perceive and they twitched and flung around like they were alive.
Shirou was confused on his summoning, he was clearly still alive, but he was summoned somehow, and it was obvious that he was far from home. The purple sky was the biggest key to this theory. Nonetheless, he looked at his surroundings and saw people crying, hugging each other in fear. He could practically smell the fear from them if looking at them wasn't obvious.
Looking above him, he saw the aggressors, it was winged people, their bat wings grossing him out slightly. Shirou saw the man who clearly looked like someone important by their arrogant face
Shirou watched as the man wanted to say something, but he had already gathered the context of the situation and knew who to side with. Mud came from below his feet, it gathered before it exploded upwards like a flood catching the flying beings in surprise. They tried moving away from this attack, but it was too late, they were swept up by the flood.
He watched the mud gather back and disappearing. The magical energy, the vile and tainted energy being absorbed, it was so little, but a fly's meat was still meat. Shirou watched the townspeople grow from crying to shock in the middle of seconds before a child left her mother's arms and gave him a deep hug.
"Thank you for saving us mister." The child's voice rang out and made him feel warmth; this was what he was searching as a Hero of Justice.
Soon the other townspeople shared the same sentiment, slowly but surely. Shirou knew that he was summoned here to help these people and he will not reject this mission, Afterall he was an Ally of Justice. Rin would find him eventually.
A tainted miracle had arrived, and it will change the Underworld forever.
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Poof another story, I have too many in my mind, but I feel like I will focus only on a few and once I get writers block, focus on the others.