The roar of a thousand demons could be heard from the caves mouth, as a figure stood before it. The red leaves of autumn drifted to the ground in a lazy fashion as the moon kissed the earth with its soft light. All was calm, except for the fact the melody of the damned ones was peircing the nights cold air. The figure took a small step towards the entrance. In that moment, a strong wind came from seemingly no where. It seemingly screamed words of warning int the man's ear, and pulled at his coat, whipping it about, as if attempting to stop him. His thin lips twisted into a smirk as the deafening song of demons continued, and the wind continued its protest. His black sword quivered as it glinted in the moonlight, awaiting the battle to come. The man tilted his head to the side, and merely walked in. Without a second thought.

Nero was his name.

And this is his tragedy.

***

Crimson blood dripped from the black steel of the sword as the man bent over, breathing heavily. As he caught his breath, a glimpse of two pointed distinct teeth could be caught. Around him, the remains of many beings lay, disintegrated into the air. The blue orbs that represented what ever soul each demon had possessed, swirled only feet above the ground before fading out. Flexing his neck, Nero looked to one of the dead demons; its face was much like that of a boar. Its beady eyes were still open, fear, anger, and hate all melded into one with in their dead eyes. Tusks protruded from his mouth, one half broken. His tongue hung from the side of his open mouth, which held only a few broken teeth, all of which were a horrid yellow color, and rotting. Nero shook his head, wondering how it was so many of his kind were so... hideous, and so weak as well. Taking a torn piece of clothe from the ground, the man wiped the blood from his beloved sword, and placed it once more into its sheath. With that, the man began his way out of the cave. Nero's sky blue eyes scanned the area around him as he walked. Even though his dark brown hair fell in front of them, distorting his vision, he still observed every small detail around him. His mulberry colored coat trailed along the ground, hiding black boots. Over time, the bottom of the coat had become frayed and tattered, but Nero didn’t care at all. Pointed ears protruded from his shaggy hair, a single hoop at the end of his right ear. Those ears were the second of the only two visible signs Nero was in fact a demon. The first was his pointed canines that his thin lips hid well. His skin was the perfect shade; it wasn't to pale, and yet. It wasn't to dark either. The demon stood at six feet tall, and though thin, he was muscular. His face was some what gaunt, but somehow, that only added to his beauty. In fact, everything about the demon was beautiful, even his callused hands. His fingers were long, graceful, and slender, each the perfect length. On his right index finger, a simple silver band found its place, ancient text etched into it.

As he exited the abyss, the breeze picked up the slightest bit, as if to welcome him back. The demon smiled for a moment, taking in the crisp mountain air. The scent of pine trees mingled with that of the cold fall air and the few flowers that had survived the frost. Closing his eyes as he walked forward, he sighed. This silence, is what he loved most. But it never lasted. By the next day he would be in a city once more, listening to every sound that it held. It didn't matter though. He knew he could always find silence.

***

Drunken babble was all that Nero could hear while he sipped at his ale. His eyes only gazed at the table he sat at, as he slouched over his uneaten meal. Growling, he took a small bite of the bread that came with the meal. The demon didn’t much care for drunks, or their mundane chatter. Then, with out warning, it ceased. Whispering swept through out the room as a woman stepped onto the stage where the band played their merry tunes. Her fiery red hair fell to her delicate ankles, and swayed with each step she took. She wore a white blouse that showed a little more then necessary, and a long flowing skirt made of the finest red silk that billowed every time she moved. Her dark green eyes twinkled with something that was familiar to Nero. But he couldn’t quite place it. The woman moved her hair behind her ears, revealing them to be pointed. Nero straightened, and looked more intently at her flawless face. Then, her blood red lips opened, the most beautiful of songs floated from her lungs. The melancholy tune danced about in the air, quieting everyone one in room. Then it struck him. She was one of them.

***

Nero fell to one knee, his breathing labored. Warm blood trickled down his face as the lady demon turned about on her heel. He brought his fingers to the cut, and lightly touched it. He smirked as he looked upon his own blood and stood, shaking as he did so. As he straightened, he tilted his head toward the sky, his eyes still on Kima. She is one of them. One of the ones who killed… He couldn’t even finish his thought, for his anger was rising to fast as a satisfied grin came to her lips.

"All of this, for a child Nero?" She said playfully, every word dripping with venom.

The demon only nodded and took a step forward. His black sword glinted in the moon light as it literally quivered with the prospect of another battle. Kima gave him a chiding look as she raised her own sword once more. But Nero showed no signs of lunging at her. Instead, he simply took another step toward her.

***

The stars twinkled about as the breeze died away. Nero watched as the crimson orbs that represented her soul drifted slowly into the night sky, only to be lost in the black void of space. His gaze shifted to Kima’s dead body. Blood stained her white blouse, and seeped into the ground. She had been a strong demon, and a very admiral opponet. The woman deserved a proper burial. Nero merely shrugged, and turned on his heel, not caring whether or not she recieved one. The demon no longer wished to stay in that town.