Hell and Heaven

Chapter 4

9 Years Later
16 year old Diablo stood on the battlefield, Marcos by his side. His long black silken fell across his eyes and he flicked it away. "Dad, are you sure about this?" Diablo asked, staring at the chaos in front of them. "Why wouldn't I be? This is our greatest work." Marcos replied, smirking. Diablo shrugged, staring off into the distance. It just didn't feel right to him to fight in this war. His father said this would be his only battle. 'All that training in the past nine years, were they for nothing?' He thought, wiping sweat from his forehead. Over the years, he had gotten extremely better. He still had pale white skin, but his hair had grown longer and darker, his eyes never glowing like they did as a baby, and his wings at a 8 foot wing span. Almost every woman wanted him but like always, he declined, and said he wasn't ready. "Well son, are you ready to fight today?" Marcos said, a deadly twinkle in his eye. Diablo nodded, a memory of all the training he had, flying around and fighting, flashed through his mind. "Go!" Marcos yelled at Diablo and the rest of his men, and charged forward. As soon as Diablo got out there, he knew it was a big mistake.