"As both men started circling each other in the deserted arena used by mighty gladiators long ago, Sirius kept his view on his wild and mischief opponent, Crnobog; the demon lord who claimed to be a god among humans. Living over thousands of millennium, Crnobog had cocky beliefs with unspeakable intentions and held a strong body with scars of those who opposed him. On the other hand, Sirius, the man who fought for the good of the people; aimed to end the madness Crnobog sought to give to those who didn't deserve punishment or death. Throughout centuries, it was known that mortals were a source of raw power, youth and knowledge to the demon; particularly women. Nonetheless, with the Genesis blade in Sirius's grasp, he pulled off powerful swings at it's full potential towards Crnobog; who blocked the waves with his thick-skinned arms. In the blade's possession, it held the two most important pieces in order to defeat such a thing. One, was the Livet Levede stone in which had the power to reduce the life span of anything that breathed. Knowing well, Sirius's strikes started to age Crnobog's skin whenever it hit; weakening the beast. The second was the polished Kapanua stone, with dragon tears of Nukpana. Both laid imbedded within the sword; making the damage stronger than what they appeared and enhanced the abilities with magic. Cuts started to deepen within Crnobog' deteriorating skin, causing him to kick Sirius away; launching an attack of his own. Already, Sirius was not in a good state; his armor wasn't given to him by the gods or held up like his sword did. The clothing became more shredded in large heavy scraps with bits of armor remaining to protect his body. The blue-eyed man knew that if he wasn't careful; the demon lord would pounce on his vulnerable state.

The Genesis blade's origins were unknown. It was said that at a young relic age, angels would cry over the dark seedlings of mortal sins caused by their own fallen; advancing darkness wherever they went. Many tears dropped on what was left untouched by the daring sins, to grow into what was known as the true 'Beginning'. The word itself had many meanings, but the sword's purpose? Unknown again. The beauty of it contrasted with the ugliness the mortals created for themselves. Angered at this, people sought to destroy the sword. Others wanted to claim it and use it for their own selfish needs. Resulting in a blood fest massacre that would last certain years until nations were created and divided. On the two mountains that rested between each other, Trust and Faith, in front of what would soon become Thoran territory; resided the Sky People. They were heavily agricultural and used the mountain's rock layers as a way to farm. Earning them a wonderful secluded life away from the down below except their bird neighbors. Thorans were the opposite. They had beliefs of hiding away their identities with varied types of masks- making them look quite odd to foreigners. It was the religion, Thorans worshipped, to believe that people are determined by their actions; not by racial discrimination or appearance.  Having a forest in the middle of the mountains and a river that led to a visible ocean, made the Thorans successful on land and water sources. Yet, even passed the mountains; a bitter desert laid in bones marked the bloodshed of the past. Making it seem like no use to travel forth to such land, This was how curiosity began to form. What was out there? 

A man had fallen to his knees. Crnobog was angerily stuck in place, paralyzed for his dear life. Slowly gritting his teeth, he eventually laid his head down to commence a defeat. Darken black blood soaked through his own damaged clothing and armor, some dripping onto the ground; leaving small pools. Doubts swirled in Sirius's mind, but something else caught his eyes-a dual door halfway open to reveal what he fought for. Aurora, his beloved, was chained against the walls above him and didn't appear to move at all. Wounds covered her body along with a few noticeable cars. Stepping closer, the scars looked like failed attempts of escaping; even lashes surrounded her waist and chest area. Leaning over, he touched her cold cheeks and decided to break the chains with his bare hands. Her head lifted and pale blue eyes met with his.

"This...was.." Aurora's words turned into mumbles, before Sirius felt a sharp pain through his chest. Looking down, was the Genesis blade tainted with impurity struck through his chest. A mixture of disbelief and shock caused Sirius to fall beneath Aurora's still chained feet. A husky deep laugh could be heard behind him. Too weak to turn, Crnobog back-slapped Sirius to the floor to face the agitated man. Even curled up in a ball with a sword impaled in his chest, Sirius saw Crnobog's devilish smile as he gently lifted Aurora's chin to do what Sirius worked so hard for to prevent. Saying curses under his breath, Crnobog's hands lit with unperceived markings; glowing a lime green. In mere minutes, Aurora's whelping tears turned into dust along with the rest of her body which aged to bones. The bones fell from the chains and made noises in which Sirius hoped would've been Crnobog's. The demon lord crushed the skull into bits and continued to hold his smile, confidently walking towards Sirius. Coughing out blood, Sirius became speechless and dumbfounded to the healed man in navy blue, the wound he caused earlier; was gone. Nothing could explain or ponder why Crnobog survived. Grabbing Sirius's neck with one hand, Sirius spatted blood on his face. Snickering a bit, Crnobog replied,

"Is this all you got, boy?" He punched the man around like a rag doll, "Nothing, but an ignorant fool who has underestimated me" . After some time making the mortal suffer, Crnobog grew bored and took the sword out of Sirius; destroying the stones and causing the sword to shrink back into it's slumber state in his position. The poor hero failed to end what he started; satisfying the demon."