The Champion: The Legend of the White Magnolia

(("I love good and pleasure, I hate evil and pain, I want to be happy and I am not mistaken in believing, that people, angels and even demons have those same inclinations."
- Nicolas Malebrance))

Demons and Angels have always fought each other, ever since the first sun rose up, they have sought to kill one another. In every single history book, they will be mentioned shedding the opposites blood. It is inevitable.

But also, in such history books, a single person is mentioned. A Hero. A Savior. A Champion.


10. Chapter 3 - Adrian



Chapter 3




He had been flying for days, with only occasional stops at inns on the way for food and sleep, and now he was faced with the desert.

Miles and miles of dead and boring sand.

Nothing lived this far into the desert, as it was uninhabitable for several obvious reasons.

Landhall was still a days travels, so he had to take it slow so that he wouldn't grow tired and exhausted, because if he fainted out here, his chances of surviving was near nil.

No matter what direction he looked in, there would be nothing but sand. When he all of a sudden could see something further ahead, someone was flying his way.

It couldn't be an Angel, they were too dark for that. He didn't slow down, as the other Demon didn't do that either, yet he still tried to communicate.

“What's going on? Is the battle at Landhall done already?”

The other didn't answer, but finally began slowing down and he followed along. At last they were flying in front of each other.

The other Demon was a female with long red hair and dark-red skin. By the way her horns curled forward from further back on her head, he could see she was a Hunter. His own horns was rather small and barely made it 5 inches from his head. The smaller the better for a Nuntius.

“Oh...” he said and looked her from head to toe, in her heavy and black shining armor.

“Do you really think I'm nothing but a mere Bellator? That's insulting,” she said with a sneer and looked at his worn leather armor, it had holes here and there.

“But what do you know, you're nothing but a Nuntius! Out of my way!” She almost flew into him on her way, and to avoid her, he jumped aside and made a few somersaults mid air.

He clenched his fist and decided not to chase her. She was way too powerful for him.


After a day of nothing but flying, he had become exhausted and his wings could barely move anymore.

But finally, there it was. Landhall.

The sun was setting as he reached the gigantic canyon, that was Landhall. Blood everywhere stained the sand-colored rocks, intestines and dead bodies laid spread all over from both the Angels and Demons. He was surprised to see the calmness on the battlefield, not a single shot was fired. He hesitated to fly down into this great canyon, as he feared the Demons had been defeated and that he'd be walking into an ambush.

But he had to take his chances, or die trying. He wasn't no coward! In a careful dive, he flew down towards where his fellow Demons should be stationed, and the silence gave him an eerie feeling. Everything was quiet and empty, the caves were too dark to see anything in.

He froze in his steps when he heard guns being readied and aimed at him, and he slowly turned towards a cave next to him. He could see the energy and plasma weapons light up inside the cave.

“Hold your fire!” A very deep voice said and a Demon stepped out from the darkness.

Adrian exhaled deeply and noticed that he had been holding his breath.

The man before him was much taller, he was bald and had a strong face. His glorious black armor gave away his position. He was the superior of this group, and an honored leader in the war. Tales of his bravery and battles had already made it across the Earth. Dux Kahan.

The shorter Demon felt weak in his legs as he stood before this legend.

“Nuntius Adrian, what do you have to report?” he asked.

Adrian remained speechless, Dux Kahan knew his name. As he stood there with a straight face, his mind was freaking out and he felt honored.

During his travels, the news of the battle of Dockmoore had spread and reached him.

“We lost Dockmoore, Dux Kahan,” he said and stood with a straight back as he looked up. He loved saying his name, Dux Kahan.

He saw the rage build up in Kahan, he loved the look of angry men.

Kahan clenched his fist and his large wings spread wide as all of his blood began rushing through his body as his temper got raised. With an angered roar, Kahan quickly turned around and punched a wall from the cave.

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