A bright star shone upon the cosmos, a flicker of light pierced through the infinite space, shining a beacon of hope to a woman, blessing her with a child that goes further beyond the heavens itself.
A rural village, far off from the neighboring kingdoms, a young boy was born.
"Wha- what is this!?" The midwife who helped the woman who helped give birth to the baby. "Ah... ah..!" She screamed.
The sage who were overseeing the ritual, a baby being born into their village was once every ten years, he closed his palms and looked up as he prayed, "God heavens above, to bless a woman who cannot give birth a child such hell spawn... Is this one of the trials you have set for them?" He shed tears, "Have mercy..."
The mana that the energy radiated was transcends the limits of humanity.
Everyone feared the boy, not even a day old, yet the mother who has been cursed before his existence being unable to bear a child, no matter what came out of her, it was a blessing. So did the father that embraced the both of them tightly.
Years came by, shunned by the village, they relocated nearest to a neighboring area, near a kingdom, close for emergencies and supplies for his parents if needed, but not too close enough that the boy's potential and powers not be exposed.
They gave him books, education, love. Everything a growing child needs, except a proper habitat for talking to other kids his age.
"I'm fine mother, father. I have everything I need here, why else would I need to be elsewhere?" He always replied, every time his parents seems to doubt if they're failing him as a parent. "The outside world can be scary isn't it? It's why we moved away from the village... I'm fine really!"
Years pass by, the sun sets, winter came and go, and in the ripe age of 18 his life, changed.
One day, as his mother tucked him into bed, he couldn't shake off the feeling as the full moon reflected into his eyes. He stood up, going to stretch and heading off to bed, but his parents voice pierced through to his room.
He cupped his ears near the door to hear their conversation-
"It's getting stronger isn't it... The miasma around him." The father sighed. He looked at his wife, "M- maybe we can send him to a magic school?"
"And what, have him dissected, experimented on? I have seen children grow up, he is not like the other children of his age, nor any children that has ever existed." Tears in the mother's eyes wells up, "To think of sending him somewhere far away where he will constantly be judged, questioned, is it any fair?"
"I understand that honey but..." He hesitated before talking. "The sage from the city has spoken. Inhaling all that miasma coming out from him is slowly killing us..."
She slammed her fist onto the table, "Do you care more about your own life than our son's! We have been cursed to not be able to bear a child, he is everything that we've been hoping for and wish for!"
He grabbed her fists, "I am afraid of what would happen to you. I don't care about my life, raising him was the joy that I have hoped for and the reason for my living. I care about us, I care about the longevity of how much I can raise him, I want to see him grow old, I want to see him get married, have children of his own and us become the nagging grandparents that we both never had."
Tears fell from her face, sobbing uncontrollably, "Why has god blessed us and cursed our son..."
"If this keeps up then after we die from his miasma, then what about the people he'll meet later in his life? A person that he would love, children that he will give birth to, friends that he'll meet? Dying because of his fault not realizing it or worse, he will realize it, do we want such a cruel fate for him?"
That night, a cruel realization befall before the boy. He jumped off the window of his room and started running.
The clear blue full moon was bright that night, and endless field of grass.
"Me..? It was me?" The boy kept questioning himself, the tears falling from his eyes reflecting the moon's light. Doubt, pain, regret and self-blame was all he could think about. "I'm... a monster." The only conclusion he reached.
A loud explosion and a strong gust of wind, enough to fling him back away a couple of meters. He dug his hands in the dirt, grasping on, hoping to not be blown away by the loud explosion.
A man and a grotesque monster came out of the woods, waves of light and dark magic shot out, cutting the tall trees and laying waste to the open field.
"Gragh!" The man donning a silver golden armor, his sword covered in a bright white holy light. "There is no tomorrow for you fiend!"
"Grahaha!" The monster's laugh echoed throughout, "Hero, this is the end of your journey, rest into the sea of death and be reborn as my servant!"
Blow after blow, the fight of light and dark sent shockwaves, both of them flinging each other around the battlefield.
A sword as tall as the eye could see reached to the skies, the light illuminating the battlefield.
The boy looked in awe, "This is... magic?" He gripped his hands tightly, "Maybe... if I could control my power like he does, then I could change our fates..."
"This is the end demon king!" The hero proclaimed. The swirling light surrounded his sword seem to give life to the trees and plants around him, forming a beautiful field of flowers and greenery.
The demon king reached out into the space, his hand disappearing, and then retreated it back as he held a long curved black sword oozing off dark energy. "Hehehe, I may die today hero, but with this sword, mutual destruction is assured!"
The hero faltered, "The sword that slayed the eight head serpent!? The royal family of the east should have that!"
"Kusanagi no Tsurugi, the sword that killed the mythical serpent with eight heads, and the only sword in existence that can bypass any and all types of revival, killing the person." The demon smiled, "The east? Ah, the east is already wiped off the map by my subordinates."
"YOU, BASTARD!"
"What use is a mythical sword if they don't even have the ability to use it? Who in this world can even revive? Well, except you, the hero of course. This mythical sword that used to banish evil will be the same sword to banish off the light in this world."
The hero with all of his might, the towering beam of light crashed down on demon king. "DEMON KING, DIE! FOR THE SAKE OF HUMANITY!"
The creature smiled, a black amalgamation of corpses piled up, holding up the gigantic sword. "Come, let's dance in this poetic conclusion!"
The two clashed, beaming magic and energy all throughout, the grass fields were razed, the trees flung around.
The boy kept holding his ground, "No, I must not let go!" The blowing winds, were enough to keep his eyes barely open as it reached the final conclusion of the fight.
The dark, slowly swallowed by the bright light, the sun rises. The demon king's corpse, on the ground completely in half. The hero stood there panting, seeing his own holy sword completely crumble and disappear into nothingness.
As the blowing winds disappeared, the boy stood slowly, his body shaking as he bear witness on what left that clash was a giant vertical slash spanning for miles, the clouds split apart by the hero's power.
For some reason, he cried, he cried and he cried.
The hero heard his wailing, he looked at the demon king, looking back onto the clash, "I got lucky... the sword didn't reach me..." He picked up the Kusanagi no Tsurugi.
"No... no..!" The boy kept screaming over and over again.
The hero ran over to him, for a second he paused, "..." but after that he kept going near him, "I- I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. Are you hurt? It's gonna be alright now, the evil is gone." He laid the sword down to his side and hugged the boy. "It's going to be alright now."
"..." The boy with empty eyes, pointed to the right, a hill far off in the distance, there stood atop a house.
The hero let go of the hug and slowly turned his head, there he witnessed, the aftermath of his and demon king's clash, a broken home at the top of the hill, completely split in half. "!?" He watched as if there was a ball rolling down the mountain, leaving a streak of blood as it kept rolling and rolling. As it got closer and closer, he realized it was a head, a human head.
"That was my home." The boy muttered under his breath as his tears dried up and his malice reaching a boiling point. "That was my mother, that was my father." He picked up the Kusanagi no Tsurugi and stabbed the hero.
"GRAGHH!!!" The hero slowly backed off, "Kid, wait! This was an accident, put that down!" Black symbols appeared on his body like a tattoo as it slowly spread from his chest where the sword stabbed him.
"My mother wanted to live me a better life, my father wanted to raise me... We did everything we could to run away from people, we did everything we could to just leave... Yet somehow people like you find a way to come back here and keep hurting us... Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?" The boy kept stabbing lightly the man.
"ARGHHHH!" The hero kept trying to run away but strength kept being taken away from his body. The holy magic that he conjured up couldn't be released. "I- I should've known... From the moment I got near you, the miasma of a demon was pungent... Why... why..!?"
"Demon huh..." The boy picked up his mother's head and cradled it on his arms, "Maybe that's all I'm meant to be. Maybe that's my role in this world."
"I... saved the world... why does this have to happen!?" The hero started to cry and wail as he realized that nothing could save him from the situation. Weapons were destroyed, his strength couldn't be mustered, his magic sealed by the sword.
"A demon... Maybe that's all I can be. Maybe that's why my parents had to die in the hands of the hero." The boy thrusted the sword to the hero's chest, once and for all.
The marks on the hero's body swallowed his soul whole, "I curse you demons... I curse you all!" leaving his dead body lying there.
The sword that the boy held disappeared into nothingness, a one time use sword.
He dropped to his knees as he held his mother's head, cradling it to feel its warmth, showering his body with blood.
"Mother... Will you please sing for me?"
But there was no response, only silence.
That deafening silence as the sun rises in the distance was painful, too painful for anyone to handle. He cried his eyes out as a boy befitting of his age.
"Mother... father... I'm so sorry... I should've stayed with you in the house at least we could die together..." He looked around the sword that once held has disappeared.
He looked over the distance of where the former demon king was and there were only shards of the hero's former sword laying around.
He crawled over there, too weak to even stand up. Grabbed one of the shards and aimed it at his neck. "Mother... father..."
As he was about to dig the shard of the sword into his neck, it disappeared from his hand, and the sky whirled around, covering into a black sky.
Three figures arrived, towering over the boy. Horns above their head, and wings behind their back.
One of them spoke up, "Ahh... This candidate is no good either." The man who had an eye patch spoke up.
"Seriously? I really thought this would be the one. Getting the materials to raise him was so expensive and destroying the east wasn't easy at all. That hero must've been really strong. Such a pain in the ass." The seductive demon replied. "Guess you win this bet Belial."
"Silence, Belial, Efilim. We know the candidate has died but where is the hero?" The other man wearing a well dressed suit spoke up. "I feel the traces of dark magic, holy magic and the Kusanagi no Tsurugi." He paused, "As well as an abundance of dark miasma, very addicting."
"You're right Alucard, inhaling it feels really good," Efilim added.
"Enough about that, where's the hero? Retrieving the damn mythical sword is more important. It can only be used one time!" Belial replied.
The three of them looked at the boy with dead eyes, carrying the weight of his own mother's head on his arms.
Alucard grabbed his neck, and raised him up, "Who might you be?" Surprised, the kid was unfazed as he tightened his grip on his neck, as well as not letting go of the head.
He opened his mouth, "Kill... me..."
Alucard grew angry, "You want that privilege?" He paused for a moment before analyzing the boy's smell and miasma, "The miasma is coming from him."
"Hey Alucard, Belial, look at this..." Efilim pointed at the corpse of the hero.
"Over here as well..." Belial pointed at the dead demon king on the ground. "Alucard, what I think, no what we think, it's not what happened right?"
Alucard surprised, spread his hands on the boy's head "He killed the hero using the Kusanagi no Tsurugi." He recoiled back, "This demonic miasma he exudes is intoxicating. Yes just like he was built to be the perfect candidate..." He looked at the hero's body, "the way he did it as well..." He then redirected his gaze at the house above the hill in the distance, completely torn, crumbling under its own weight, blood spilling from the sides as the two bodies drop down.
The two other demons were in complete shock.
Alucard stared at him his grip tightening, "What might be your name?"
"Alucard!" The other two demons shout in protest, but he looked at them and they stood silent as they awaited the boy's response.
"Damon... Orion." The boy replied.
Alucard set him down and the three of them kneeled in front of the boy. Alucard looked straight in his dying eyes, "We have heard, and we will serve."
"..." Damon stood silent.
"Will you burn the world with your hatred... demon king?"