A hero and a demon king, both of the most powerful deities, destined to fight and die, only for new ones to be born the next era and repeat the cycle. This cycle that had now become an integral part in the history of this world was broken 20 years ago.
20 Years ago when both the hero and demon queen of this era, instead of fighting, came together and became lovers.
The cycle of hatred and war that had been happening for multiple millennia was cut abruptly as the hero and demon king didn't only stop the war all together, creating temporary peace, but they birthed a child.
Senithan Ivan /ceN-I-than/ the first and only child of the demon queen and hero who was the very symbol of the peace between the two, once, opposing side that of which being the demons and the humans.
*Present Day*
Kneeling with his head lowered to the cold, wet stone pathway that stopped at two gravestones that had the names Elisa Harvor Ivory and Jasper Grit, respectfully, engraved on it.
The man who looked to be in his early to mid teens was kneeling at the foot of the stones his hands balled in fist as his saddens grew and the sky turned gray, the man's eyes held back tears but only for a moment before they all came flowing down his face.
Senithan raised his fist and punched the ground with all he could be the world didn't even budge a little. The tears on his faces that streamed down didn't seem to be ending anytime soon no matter how many times he wiped his face.
It seemed he couldn't get over the death of both his parents, no one should be able to, and he was no different.
At the young age of 16 both his parents died, on the same day, and at the same time. Senithan punched the ground again and again, over and over until his hand gave up, but his tears didn't. they couldn't.
As soft droplets of rain fell and soaked his body he didn't stop yearning and crying for both his parents to come back, to say this was all an elaborate joke and pop out, or appear behind him and poke hi on the shoulder and laugh at his tear drowned face.
But that didn't happen.
It was complete silence except for the falling water and his own cries it was silent. Not a single tap on his shoulder or a wake up call telling him it was all a horrible dream, no, a dreadful nightmare.
A dreadful nightmare that had become his reality and he couldn't change it no matter how many tears he shed, or punches into the ground he made. It'd change nothing. They're dead for good.
He processed it but this realization and acceptance only caused his river of tears to run even more even after he shut his eyes and let out his cries, that didn't change the fact they were dead.
*An hour later*
With the sky starting to clear a ray of sunlight pierced the clouds and hit the graves and Senithan, whose face was more refined that before but still held the remnants from the rivers of tears he cried.
Now sitting on his legs he prayed for both his parents before he began to stand up and leave the graveyard of only his parents graves.
But before he could move an inch up from the ground and strong hand gripped his neck and pinned him to the ground as four other hands pinned his legs and hands down.
"Get off of me."
Senithan whose emotions had already overflown once snapped before he could even get a glance at the people holding him down.
Turning his head as far right as he could he looked at the people on his left who were pinning his down. One was a burly white man in a suit with a blue spotted tie, the other was a burly black male in a suit with the same tie, and the last on my right was another burly black make with the same suit and tie but with shades on.
To my left there were three burly white men holding me down, they all appeared identical and had the same tie and suit. Oh, and did I forget to mention all six of the men had long swords either tucked away or in there other hand.
I swallowed hard as my mind racked around all the reasons I could be getting pinned by what appear to be six secret agents who are all B-class through A-class whilst I myself don't even have a class rating.
Suddenly I hear the steps of what I presume to be heels or another hard bottom shoe nearing me from behind.
The steps aren't hasten nor too slow and are almost perfect as if they stand on such a high authority they don't have a need to ever be in a rush nor need to lower their pace for anyone else.
The steps stop right behind me before I hear what seems to be the voice of a female.
"It was that easy."
"What are you doing."
I tried to push myself up but the weight of five tank-like people pushing down on me with their hands forces me to remain in the same position.
"Since you asked so nicely I'll tell you."
She said rather kindly.
"As the son of the Demon queen and Hero, the Humanitarian Democracy has ruled in favor in a vote of 11 to 2 that the son of those two deities who is, Senithan Ivan, is more of a threat to humanity than a benefit and shall therefore be sentenced to life in prison."
Her kind voice shifted instantly to one that meant business and was serious as she read out the letter.
"I myself personally don't agree, but as the sword of the HID( Humanitarian Democracy) I must carry out their orders and their order is to deliver you to the prison they chose."
"Oh, and if you were ever wondering my name is Isabel, the person who will be delivering you to your next home chosen by the Grand Equal Emperors of the Humanitarian Democracy."