Judgment of Oblivion

He stood near the door arms crossed, the tattoo on his left arm that circled into a weird design shinning a deadly black against his bronzed tan skin. The white silk uniform he wore contrasting to his white bangs which fell into his closed eyes. A thin silver belt fit nicely around his slender waist. He was tall for a man his age, standing 6'4 and weighing less than any other shorter man. His Elven shaped body was made for speed and his slender muscles made for quick action in combat.

The door next to him opened up, and he didn't open his eyes. An older man walked out, his lavender hair hung up in a high ponytail, before falling to his waist. He wore all black and a dark blood red belt held a deadly looking dagger made of pure silver. This man was an inch shorter than the younger one, and a lot smaller.

"Zaro" the older mans voice held an English accent, as his dark green eyes looked at the young man leaning against the wall. Zaro opened his eyes, his piercing golden orbs shinning deadly like the sun itself. He dropped his arms and walked forward a little, not stopping until he was a foot away from the older man.

"Mortimus, why have you called me?" Mortimus, the name struck fear into every creature dead or alive. Yet, the younger man was not scared at all by the other, instead he seem to glare down at him. Mortimus smirked lightly at Zaro.

"I have known you a long time my friend, and still you ask why I bring you down into my home…can friends talk?" Zaro snorted a growl and went back to lean against the wall. He crossed his arms and looked off down the hallway, torches lit the half darken walls of the hall, and a blood red almost black carpet covered the ground, windows on the other side of the walls were draped in black velvet which moved around, looking like shadow demons creeping up the sides.

"You know I hate coming down here, it stinks of death." It was true for Mortimus was the King of Hell he was the God of the Underworld. Lucifer as the humans called him, a half bred demon whose blood also carried Elven. Mortimus chuckled as he crossed his own arms over his small chest. Then his face grew serious.

"I called you down here to ask a favor" Zaro looked up and caught the mans eyes, with a nod of his head Mortimus continued. "As you know the Gods have become stronger, and I fear that the Forgotten War will begin once again…if that happens then what we know of the Fates will vanish and all will die." Mortimus closed his eyes. Zaro sighed and dropped his arms once more.

"Why must you worry about this, it happened long ago." Mortimus looked up at his friend he shook his head as he looked off at the door beside Zaro.

"It may have seemed to be that I have found myself a wife" Zaro jerked his head up amazed eyes wide. As long as he had known Mortimus, the man never took a wife. He always had lovers, many in fact, but that was only to reproduce. Mortimus had twenty three lovers who gave him children, and Zaro didn't need to count the ones he bedded with. A wife was new, that meant the Demon God fell in love, meaning he has a weakness to his enemies.

"When did this happen!" Zaro's foreign accent coming in with the roughness of his voice. Mortimus smiled and then took a deep breath as he closed his eyes.

"It has been what…six years since I last talked to you?" Mortimus looked up at the ceiling before looking back down toward the man. "I met her a little over three years ago; she is younger than me by many years, and so pure." Zaro shook his head in thought. It was always the pure ones that tamed the darkness.

"She is the daughter of Heaven…" Zaro gasped as he looked hardly at his friend. The daughter of Heaven was the God Kings daughter, a pure Angelic Goddess with the power to heal wounds with only a smile. She was said to be the power of Heaven itself. Zaro glared at his friend in anger. To have this power meant that war indeed was coming.

"Mortimus do you have any idea what you have done!?" The Demon King turned his back and began to walk toward the door he came from before. Zaro followed him inside.

The room was pure white, looking a bit odd from the hallway. Inside was a huge bed made from the finest silk, white stone flooring, and a white dresser pushed up against a silvery white wall. Zaro almost missed the figure standing outside on the balcony just ten feet to his left. The ivory curtains shadowed the person, a woman. He could tell by her small form. A gust of wind blew the curtains away from the balcony. His breath caught.

The daughter of Heaven stood outside her back was to him, but her long silver hair with the blood red streaks fell down her waist in curls. She wore only a sheet around her lithe body. As Mortimus neared she turned around, holding something in her arms, her pure silver eyes full of innocence as she smiled up to the Demon King, who leaned down to kiss her lips.

"Zaro come here and meet my wife Ikeysha." As he walked to the couple, he noticed how the woman, Ikeysha, held a bundle to her chest. When he was less that five feet away he gasped in surprise, in her arms was a tiny baby not even big enough to be three days old. Zaro looked up for a second to catch his friend's eyes before looking back down at the tiny baby.

It was a girl, she had little hair and he could tell that she resembled Mortimus. The small lavender fuzz on her head stuck upwards. Her lightly black skin matched her fathers as well, but the only thing she had of her mothers was the piercing silver eyes.

"Mortimus what have you done?" he whispered as the baby looked up at him with those mysterious and captivating eyes. He shook his head to break her power she had over him…

"I have created a new power, and I need your help protecting her." Zaro closed his eyes he was a Dragon prince, the third of his kind, and the most powerful Dragon God alive. Yet, he knew that no matter how hard he fought, he couldn't fight a battle alone. This baby was born into a world of darkness and light, this baby was the meaning of power…and he knew the Gods would stop at nothing to attain it.

The Forgotten War had already started when this baby was born.

Years Later

He ran swiftly through the darkened forest, jumping high over fallen logs and tree stumps. A smirk set on his face as he dodged the trees like a bullet. He slowed down to a jog when he reached a small lake. He stood still looking down at his reflection in the crystal clear water. His light bronze skin was dripping with sweat from the run, but he wasn't breathing heavy. He slicked his brown hair from his piercing brown eyes with a delicate yet strong hand.

He got down on both his knees, bending over the water like a wolf his tongue licked out from his lips as he slowly drank up the water. The refreshment was exactly what he needed. A sizzle in the air made him growl lowly and look up from the water, his reflection under him in the water turning into a form of a white wolf. The wolves eyes glowed a lightening blue.

A small woman was sitting on a branch over the water, her white skin and blood red hair reflecting off the lake. She was using her hand to stroke the water, as she sang a soft melody. The man stood up, not bothering to cover up his naked form. He crossed his arms when the woman's red eyes flashed up at him. She smirked seductively as her hand began to freeze the water.

"Myana what are you doing here? I thought I lost you in Ky'anki…" The woman laughed, her voice sounded like a small tune played when enchanting men from the ocean, but it didn't faze the young werewolf.

"Tame' sis, when will you ever learn that you can't get far without me knowing, besides what kind of guardian would I be if I didn't watch your back?" As she said this she fell from the branch and landed barefoot on the ice below. A red orange robe covered her small form, a slit up the back showed off her long legs. She walked slowly with a walk of a Goddess toward Tame' sis. The man dropped his hands and growled showing off two small fangs.

"You get me in more trouble than getting me out of it!" His vision was covered by something being thrown into his face. He caught it before is fell to the ground and looked down into his arms to see clothes. Myana laughed as he glared at her and blushed. As he mumbled under his breath he put on the black pants, and loose white button down shirt. As he began to walk away he turned to look back at Myana, only to see she disappeared.

"For now at least…she'll be back…" he turned and entered the forest, the shadows of the trees covering his form as a slow fog began rolling in.

She stood overlooking the town below. Her hair was twisted into a braid before falling gracefully down her back. She smirked as she took in the sweet winter scent of freshly fallen snow and pine trees. This forest had been her home for 53 years since she left her childhood town. She hissed and as her mouth dipped into a frown. Her delicate brows furrowing in annoyance at the thought.

She turned her body to face the forest, tents and men littered the ground. This was her home now, she was a warrior. Her greenish brown eyes caught site of a man walking up to her. His huge form blocking her view from the camp, even though he was gigantic in size which was enough to intimidate anyone, he held a smile on his face which was almost covered in a red beard. His golden brown eyes twinkled with love as they landed on her small form.

"Ammunet…" his rough voice grated out as he stopped to stand in front of her. She smiled a true smile. This man was like a father to her, he took her in when she had nothing and gave her hope. His grey shirt and dark black pants hugged his big belly, and with his long brown hair she almost laughed thinking of a bear.

"Jontas, are we ready to move?" Her voice was silky soft and held a seductive flow with it. The man took in a deep breath and turned around to look upon the group of men. They were a special kind of group. Their name Valkories shook terror in many, they were trained well warriors. Jontas raised a brow as he watched them pack up the tents.

"Almost, we will be heading back to Vall Halla" Ammunet raised her eyes to the Jontas' back as he began walking away again. They were heading back home she smiled as she turned to look over the city below. Home.

Her movements were slow as she side stepped the fallen branch. Her bare feet padding with ease on the rough ground, rocks poked up like sharp knifes and leaves mingled with some melted snow. Her long white gown flowed past her feet, but small hands kept it from dragging on the ground.

The trees in the forest stood tall and all was silent. The sun was breaking through the pines causing a light effect to blur on the snow covered ground, glistening like diamonds. It was not far from the forest that a small pond half frozen caught the sun and sent a rainbow of color to bounce off the walls that lead to the palace.

A willow tree covered some of the pond and the branches dipped over to float on the water. She moved toward it, her long lavender hair that was half tucked up on her head flowed freely down her back to her waist in loose curls. She brushed the offending hair that fell into her face away from metallic silver piercing eyes that set narrowed sharply into her young face. Her full pouting lips tweaked up into a small smile as she entered the willow trees braches.

Inside the tree set a small bed with a table turned sideways, she covered her hand to muffle a laugh as she heard a curse. A small door was open and all she could see was someone bending over looking around and making a lot of noise. Her eyes glowed with humor as the person stood up. His blood red hair almost a gold color set in a messy braid, he turned toward her and when his black eyes landed on her he froze.

"Anastazia, what do I owe this pleasure of a visit today?" His sarcasm wasn't lost and the girl frowned. With a roll of her eyes she walked over to the chair that leaned against the 'wall'.

"Jade'kai I have a question to ask of you." Her voice was soft and like a melody rang smoothly from her lips. The man smiled and picked up a golden book lying near his feet as he turned his back to her.

"Does this question have to deal with your brother?" Anastazia narrowed her eyes in irritation. She hated the fact that Jade'kai could read her so well, but what did she expect from a 2 trillion year old Demon wizard. Then she smiled, he was old.

"I am not old!" The young girl rolled her eyes and glared at the man. He smiled and sent a wink to her.

"I am younger than your father and half of your siblings" He did have a point there.

"I want to know where my brother went" She didn't know why she really wanted to know. It was just ever since Syn left she didn't feel like herself. He was the third oldest child out of twenty four siblings, and since Anastazia was the youngest she felt closer to him.

"He had some business to take care of in Vall Halla" The wizard replied as he bent over to look into the closet in which she first saw him in when she came here. Anastazia sighed as she leaned her elbow on the desk next to her, and her hand held her chin in thought. Why was he in Val Halla? That small city was only a trading route for commoners.

"He was picking something up you silly girl" Came a muffled voice.

"I would appreciate it if you stopped reading my mind" There was laugh as she stood up to leave. Before she completely left the tree house she smirked. See you later old man, she thought…and laughed when she heard the curses start again.