The Two Empresses
Prologues

Wherever we are, war never ends in this world. Our history is full of blood, tears and suffering. Trying to get something without thinking about others, killing and stealing for the sake of sheer lust. Not only living beings, the world is also a victim of this war. Crying, pain, suffering and despair filled this cruel world. No one knows when this war will end.

It's been almost a century of this war going on, but there's no sign it's going to end. Everyone was no longer able to take up arms. They could no longer see the tears and blood that were spilled just like that on the battlefield. I couldn't see it anymore, but I couldn't do anything. If this continues, will we still be able to enjoy peace? Does the next generation only know war without compassion? I. must make a thread of destiny that takes us away from this dark time, even though we have to sacrifice everything.

In 506, the borders of the Respher and Ceshier

The red curly-haired girl knelt before a pair of corpses lying on top of a pool of blood. His body trembled, tears streaming down from his eye peluk. Slowly he grabbed their hands and held them tight.

"Papa, Mama? Wake up, let's get up" he called out. Careful he patted their cheeks, but there was no answer. Only silence enveloped them. Slowly he hugged them cold as ice, trying to divide the warmth of his body. As hard as he tried, the two did not blink and hug him. He did not realize a demi human wolf with turquise colored hair and eyes was walking towards him with a cold gaze.

"What a pity you are. Losing is painful, isn't it?" he says flat. The girl flinched and immediately raised her head and saw a wolf demi-human youth flaunting a sinister smile. On his shoulder rested a large scythe with carvings of ancient language and a skull as its decoration. His gaze was cold, condescending and disgusted. The girl could only be silent, trying to look tough in front of her enemy, but her body refused to stand up, even just straightening her body. The young man took a long breath.

"Basstupid, you should know the difference between us. From the beginning, you've lost" he said. "I'm a monster, and you're just a lowly witch."

"A..I'm not..a low magician!" frightened reply. The young man laughed out loud and kicked him until he bounced far enough away from the corpse of his parents.

"Well! What can you do? Just fight no!" tanyanya while continuing to kick the helpless girl. "My answer, hey witch! You don't want to end up like them, do you?"

He did not reply and only accepted the kick with resignation. Tears flowed back, but his lips did not make any sound. The young man grew bored, his eyes turning to the corpse of the girl's parents. Without command he began kicking the bodies until their flesh began to tear and the sound of broken bones was heard several times.

"Don't! Stopit! Don't hurt them!" his screams. He ran and held his feet with tears streaming down his cheeks, but the young man did not feel any pity.

"Take me off, you dirty witch!" he slapped her face. The girl fell down and tried to get up, but her body was unable. He looked at the young man with a peaking look of hatred and anger, squeezing the stone to pieces.

"Don't.do it..it!" his yell. The young man laughed loudly at it, then pulled his red hair against it violently.

"You..scoundrel! You hid it from the beginning?!" his yell. The girl did not hear him, her gaze was blank. The young man came forward and tried to attack, but the girl was able to dodge. He swung his scythe and scratched the girl's arm until the blood spurted quickly. Although the big wound was gaping, he did not look in pain. He casually flicked his fingers and locked the young man in a bubble prison.

"Damn it!" it meant while trying to break the bubble that locked it away with all its might, but there was no sign of the bubble breaking. The girl flicked her finger again and hundreds of swords appeared around the bubble. The young man's face began to panic.

"Damn it! Goddamnit! Goddamnit!" he rebelled violently.

"That's enough, Miss. No need to kill him" said someone. Behind the girl appeared a large man with snow-white wings holding the girl's hand. His face was covered by a large hood so there was no gap to show off his face. Max felt a tremendous relief, but he was unable to cover up the suspicions on the third party.

"Sleep" said. He touched the girl's forehead and the next second he collapsed.The young man's face turned surprised and increasingly suspicious of the man.

'He put her to sleep with a touch?! Who her? The witch? No, the aura is different! That wing..does the flugel belong?' he said in his heart. The man laid the girl down slowly and walked towards the demi-human. He touched the bubble and within seconds it burst. The demi-human got up and tried to fight back, but the man held him back with a magic chain.

"Who are you!?" saith.

"I am your ally as well as the girl's ally. I have no intention of killing you. Go home, this war is over" he said. The young man laughed when he heard it.

"ultimately? Huh! Even if the war ends, Respher and Ceshier will not achieve that easy peace" he replied cynically. The man only sighed, then released that demi-human. Without waiting long for the sake of the human running left the battlefield enduring the shame for the safety of his life. The big man sighed, then turned to the unconscious girl.

"Saciel Arakawa, your destiny may seem fraught with danger, but trust me that you will find happiness behind it all," he said gently while holding her carefully and leaving the place along with the hundreds of bodies of Respher residents floating behind him. He did not realize a little boy was standing far away from the place watching him with glittering eyes.

"Ck ck, you violated what you shouldn't have done. Oh, let it go, anyway just once. Gotta go, lots of tasks waiting," he said cheerfully. In the blink of an eye he had already disappeared by leaving a sprig of lilies on the rock on which he stood.