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He wasn't sure why he had done this, why he had grabbed this wounded demon warrior off of the battle field. In truth it was the last thing he should have done, but it was also in his blood you could say. He was not normal by far. He didn't feel like he should kill without reason, and this war started for just that reason. With a heavy sigh he kept fixing the demon up carefully. He didn't see why he shouldn't. This boy was young, he still had a life to live, not one to die in a war that was started for no reason. He moved his silver hair out of the way and kept working.

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The eighteen year old demon was curled up in pain, blue blood streaming off of him from all kinds of injuries. He looked deathly pale, having lost most of his blood. After all, it was what he used to attack others. He had near gone limp until his savior had come. He slowly opened mismatched red and blue eyes, blinking a few times. His vision was blurred...it was clear that he had a concussion on top of it. He struggled to try and sit up, only to go limp again, looking up at the person who had rescued him, trying to figure out who it was. He coughed up a bit of bright blue blood before his vision cleared and he saw who it was.

He stared at the dragon in confusion, not understanding why he was helping him, but not attacking him. He wasn't insane, nor was he unfair. He owed this man his life. It was true, the boy looked very young to be on the battlefield, seeming to be barely 18, at least, in human appearance. Given, that demon years translated a bit awkwardly.

This wasn't just any demon, however. This was the heir to the throne of Satan. It was clear just how important this demon was. How he'd wound up in this state was anyone's guess.

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"Don't move." He spoke gruffly as he kept fixing the wounds. "And don't sleep until your concussion is better or you could hurt yourself more." He huffed some. His hands worked gingerly to bandage up the wounds that were the worst. He would have to disinfect them once he managed to get the bleeding to somewhat stop at least. "And if you speak you could cause my tribe to realize you are here. So try not to until the cost is clear." He grumbled more to himself than to the other. His silver hair was not one of the common features of the dragon race, or any race really for that matter.

 

And the biggest question that hung in the air was, why was a dragon helping a demon? It was not a common thing for them to be friends or for them to help one another. Much less when there was the added factor that they were currently in a war.

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The boy looked up at him then, wincing slightly as the world blurred and he became immensely dizzy. He still squinted up at Let, noticing the remarkable silver hair. He did take into account that he could very well kill the dragon at this moment using his own blood, but not only was the sacrifice not worth it, he felt as though he owed this man his very life. And that, in fact, was the truth. He looked up at Let, not speaking for a moment before murmuring very quietly in hopes of speaking without alerting the dragon's companions.

"Why are you bothering with me...? I'm the heir to the throne...taking me out now...would save you so much trouble..." He murmured between coughs and sputters, wiping the awkwardly colored blood off of the side of his mouth, though he missed at first and had to aim his hand correctly.

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Let carefully helped him again and responded with a gruff ton, and bluntly at that. "Why? Because I don't see the point in useless blood shed you know." He responded with a huff. "In fact I don't see the point in this war, the point in both sides losing many people. There wasn't even a true reason for this war to begin with, it just came down to our two kinds getting annoyed and wanting to destroy the other. That to me, is no reason so many people should die." He grumbled. He actually seemed very unhappy about the war and the fact that it was even happening. There was never a point for this to happen, only blood shed...it's...sickening almost. I don't like seeing this many people die for a reason that is so meaningless at that..

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Slowly, the young demon was beginning to come to his senses. He looked up at Let then. The demon boy was pretty attractive, to be fair. He had slightly tanned skin, and a very toned body, now obviously revealed beneath tattered clothing. His eyes were mismatched, one of them being blood red and the other a pale blue color. He had long asymmetrical hair that was black with red highlights and hung down his front, though it was short and flipped in the back. He looked like despite his physical age, he had been around the block when it came to war.

"I...appreciate that..." He murmured. The only reason he had been fighting was because of the role he was born into. Letting down his father...wasn't something that he could live with.

"...D-damian..." He murmured quietly as his name, in case Let didn't already know it.

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However, Let currently could care less about appearances. He himself was covered in blood, his blood and other blood...as well as Damian's blood. "Let." He muttered lightly. His main fixture was making sure Damian did not die, if he did then Let would be angry with himself. He likely would never see Damian again anyways, so why should he worry about how he looked? It didn't matter to his life at all right now. Only if he actually survived.

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Damian, however, still had that fearless teenager like air to him that all teens have. He, even at eighteen, felt invincible. Even in the fatality of the situation, he never thought once that he might actually die. So he actually took great care in studying Let's face. He never forgot a face, particularly one that had gone through the trouble of helping him. Perhaps when his father's army had vanquished the Draconic people, he would plead with his father to spare this one. He did a twice-over of Let's strange hair color, wondering if perhaps he had been scared to the point where his hair had turned silver, or perhaps if maybe he wasn't entirely dragon? Maybe it was just a birth rarity...

Honestly, this kid's mind was on anything BUT dying. What Let couldn't take care of, his healing factor would.

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Let sighed when he finished and ripped off the last bit of his shirt -the rest of it had been used for the demon prince's wounds-, to try an get the blood off of his hands. Deep scars and wounds were scattered along his body but he seemed to care less about his own well-being. He sniffed the air then for a moment before he let out a small huff and stood. "Stay here. I need to speak with Jegan before he decides that I've died." He grumbled at the fact. "Don't. Move." He said once again and began to leave the cave then. From where Damian was, he could hear the conversation.

 

"Let where were you!? The ol' man thought you died on us!" A new male stated with annoyance in his voice.

 

A soft huff left Let's mouth. "Did you really think I would die so easily Jegan? That is quite annoying to know. I'm not planning on dying, any time soon."

 

"...you sure look like you could at any moment. We should get you cleaned up."

 

"Waist your supplies on the others, I'm fine."

 

"Let-"

 

"Do as I say." Let responded.

 

"...fine....but don't be an idiot." Jegan grumbled.

 

"....whatever."

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Damian sighed lightly at that, obeying the dragon and staying put. He disliked the fact that he had to humble himself to obey a dragon's orders, then he decided that he was doing it only because he didn't want to move. That idea made him feel a little bit better about his decision to stay in place. He did his best to sit up, his breathing strained. Slowly, his injuries were beginning to heal themselves. He listened in on the conversation, one of his kitten ears twitching slightly at the noise. He found himself being mildly concerned for Let's well being now, though to be quite honest he wasn't entirely sure why. Perhaps it was because he still felt like he owed Let one for the rescue...though would he have really died to begin with?

Damian was full of conflicted thoughts as he waited for the dragon to come back for him.

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After a period of time Let came back with a sigh...he had been forced-bandaged by Jegan -which was using Jegan's shirt-. Even with that Damian could see blood coming through the wounds that Let had. He sat down. "You should just rest, with that concussion it's best if you do. But you cannot sleep or it will get worse, but so will moving." He stated calmly and then closed his eyes. His eyes were a cold silver that seemed to just add onto the strange appearance that he carried. He leaned on the wall behind him and let out a soft sigh. In all truth he wanted nothing more than to just sleep but he wasn't going to with the war front so close up.

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Damian nodded a little bit, closing his eyes but clenching his clawed hands onto his wrist so that he wouldn't fall asleep. However, he didn't puncture skin, also not wanting to start more bleeding when he was low on blood as it was. His heart was racing as it tried to replace the blood lost in the fight. He glanced to Let, taking in his strange appearance one more time.

"...pardon my rudeness, but you look weird as hell." Damian pointed out bluntly. "Not bad or anything just...not like the dragons I am used to slaying." He explained, tilting his head slightly. It was clear that Damian didn't have a very decent grasp on the Draconic race in general, only what is father had passed down to him and what he had bothered to learn about the war he was fighting in.

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Let snorted. "I wonder why." He said sarcastically. "My tribe is the rarer of us. We watch over the alter of the most dangerous demon to ever exist. But I guess that's why you wouldn't know. You want to know the truth? I'm the son of the head of that village. This war was without reason but the deeper lying that you will never be told is that you are fighting this to get to that alter. That is what we have been notified of. I have this hair because I come from that lineage." Suddenly he seemed cold an defensive and he whispered to himself. "Your people are so blind, even you are. If Endless is summoned it won't be the end of your enemies but everything. You know nothing about us, or how we used to think demons were friends. How we saved them and the rest of the world by protecting the alter. But that doesn't matter so why would you care?" He hissed, looking down and then turned away. Something about him as soon as Damian asked that, changed. "Slaying us...yes,you would never even consider the fact that we are creatures too, that have feelings, and that did not want this, but I guess you think that. I guess your daddy told you that we are nothing but horrible creatures who kill you people....it sickens me."

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Damian quietly listened to him, feeling a pang of guilt at that before sighing. "It is not my place to go against my father's wishes. If I am to take his place when he passes thousands of years from now, I have to be prepared." He murmured at that then, trying to imagine Draconic and Demonic races befriending each other and having a hard time grasping the concept of it. The last line though did make Damian a little angry. He felt like Let was trying to disrespect his father, and slander his father's name.

"Don't speak that way about my father..." He replied. The pressure being put on Damian as the next heir was obvious in the way that he futilely defended his heritage and race. Whether it was right or wrong, Damian had no say in the matter. He was born in a position that made it impossible for him to go against the wishes of his father or his race.

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Let looked at him as he got up then. "Keep in mind you are your own person. You don't have to be foolish enough to follow his path. And I will say as I please for you do not understand the truth...and I'm sure at this point you wouldn't want to listen to the horrible things your father has done." He began to walk out. "Your wounds are healing. Just don't sleep for now. There is a bag in the corner with food and water...." He was limping but he forced himself to try and walk normal. "When you're fully healed I'll lead you to where you can go back to your people." That is if I'm even alive... Let knew how weak he was,and he hadn't even known why, but he had just given the kid everything he had left to survive. He wasn't going to tell him that, or even show a hint of it... Why am I helping a demon?....I guess I wish to see...if any of them will ever change...though I guess he just wants to be a perfect little son....what does it matter then? If my people all die....he'll never bat an eye... A few tears fell from his eyes. It doesn't matter...that kid won't care if a dragon saved him. Once I'm dead he'll forget all about it.

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Damian then looked to Let in confusion before reaching out to him and weakly grabbing onto his sleeve. "Wait!" His voice caught in his throat and he paused for a moment. Pain and confusion was in his eyes, but also a strong and burning desire to know the honest to goodness truth.

"I can't ever lead...if I don't know the whole story...please I...I want to know your side of the truth..." He said quietly then, his ears flattening back as he looked up at Let. When he saw the tears he blinked in shock. Those weren't bullshit...those were genuine pain that this dragon was feeling...and suddenly he began to seriously wonder if his doubts were true.

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"...would you actually listen to them?" Let whispered. "Or would you just blow off everything I've spoke about because of your Father? I will not talk about this if you are just going to blow it all off like it doesn't matter." He stated calmly, moving to wipe away the tears that were coming from his eyes. After all, you are a demon who thinks his father is the most important...if you would actually care and listen...but why can I trust him? He'll just lie about it won't be...and never ever consider it...why will he anyways? His Father will kill us all by then.

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Damian closed his eyes. "....I can't say how I'll judge it yet...because I haven't heard your story...but I want to know what it is...I want to hear the truth...and I will take it seriously..." He promised, biting his lip. Inwardly, he was horrified. He loved his father, and tried so hard to please him as his heir that he never questioned what his father did. You didn't exactly question second generation Lucifer. He did open his mismatched eyes and look up at Let sincerely though.

"You were kind enough to save my life...and I owe you at the very least a serious examination of your opinion and story."

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Let sat down. "...fine I'll tell you how this all began....you see...with my tribe protecting the alter of Endless, a powerful demon that not even your Grandfather could control, no one could for that matter. Our two races sealed Endless away, and we dragons were left to protect the alter...a few years back your father demanded that we leave the lands we were given because bluntly, we were told 'I'm going to summon Endless an if you don't move I'll slaughter you'...is more or less what we understood. When we refused we were told we would pay...but we couldn't allow this to happen, you see. Endless....will never be controlled. If he was summoned, no one would exist. Your father fails to realize the dangers of his goals and what it will do to everyone. Since we refused...the slaughter began....my people didn't do anything wrong...we just want everyone to survive....but the war started because we wanted this....but can you honestly...blame us? We have the whole world on our shoulders.... My people are dying every day to protect everyone...even if those we are trying to protect are killing us... But your people do not understand. All they think is that we killed a demon and so we need to pay because of this. That was a lie...we didn't...that demon that died was set up... I know because Jegan and I saw what was done to him...your father killed him and dropped him on our land before calling to the troops for war because he 'stumbled upon' the body in our land....lovely thing isn't it?...to know thousands are dying for this...." Let looked down. "I don't expect you to listen to me....after all...this sounds stupid to you does't it?" He whispered.

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Damian felt his stomach instantly turn as he listened to the story. It was hard for his mind to even grasp the concept of their being a demon so powerful that Lucifer himself couldn't even control it. It was horrifying to think that Endless was the sort of thing his father thought he could control. There was so much of this that his father had never told him. He tried to believe that there was a flip side to this coin and that maybe his father had his reasons. The story about his father slaughtering one of their own made him nearly sick. He held his stomach immediately and at first he immediately denied it.

"My father wouldn't...he...not one of our own..." He stated, more saying it aloud to try and make himself believe it rather than trying to convince Let.

The young demon stared downward as he tried to organize this all in his head. "S-stupid, no...hard to believe, yes..." He admitted, shaking his head. He couldn't even remotely comprehend this...

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Let stood up again. "...I told you what I know. If you believe it then you do...if you don't...then just go on doing what you are doing and forget anything I ever said." He whispered and began to walk out...he needed to find a place to sleep...he was feeling weak from blood loss...and he didn't feel like having to stay and say anything more. If this keeps up...I'll die on the battle field tomorrow anyways... I can hardly move...much less fight. They'll attack again tomorrow...I'll have to at least try and fight....if worse...I'll use that. It's not like...I have anything left to lose anyways...it could save some lives...that's good.... He thought as he limped along.

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Damian tried to scamper after him then winced and held his head, crumpling up and laying back down. His world spun around him again and he realized he'd pushed himself far too hard chasing after Let. He weakly curled up, unsure of what to believe. His father had bred him his whole life for this...and now all of a sudden, some dragon had saved his life...out of the goodness of his heart...and then explained to him something that made perfect sense and fit with all the puzzle pieces...and now he was just lost.

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Let came back the next day and gave Damian some more food and water. He wasn't talking this time and a hooded jacket was hiding his face. He sat down silently a little ways away and still never made a sound. It took a while before he spoke. "As soon as you are better you need to get back to your own people." And then it was silence again and Let held his right arm closer to him than normal, something was wrong with it....

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Damian didn't have the appetite to eat, but he drank the water. "Thank you..." He murmured before hearing that comment and frowning. "But...there's still so much I want to kn-...are...you alright?" He questioned, leaning forward and gently trying to lift the hood to see Let's face. He also observed Let's arm, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. Hell forbid he let the person who had saved him wind up dead, even if this person did slander his father's name with blasphemous...well he couldn't call them lies. He didn't honestly know, and that scared him...

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Let moved back some, refusing to let Damian see his face. "I'm fine...and as it stands as soon as you are well you are going back. No arguing." He whispered. If he let Damian see his face he knew that nothing good would come from it. The young demon would eventually have no use in even knowing his name with how things were going. He doesn't need to know why I was hurt or how, he'll not believe it anyways...I'm sure the things before are just being ignored anyways...I have no point in arguing with this kid anymore...or bothering....it'll not matter.....

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