[center] [h3] [color=A9A9A9] Uriel Havoc [/color] [/h3] [/center]

Today was a new day but it would end up no different than his previous days. Days filled with crimson blood, silver weaponry and magic. Unlike previous days though, he was not ordered to fight an army but rather just to patrol the border that separated the light from the dark. The so called 'good' and the so called 'evil'. He wore his usual armor, the one crafted by his mother, and had his shield strapped to his back and his sword sheathed at his side.

Unlike most patrols, he was alone. He was a general, yes, and he commanded a whole legion who would follow his orders until their deaths but he needed no such support when it is simply patrolling the border. Their sentries hadn't caught anything like an army so there was nothing to worry about. And besides, his legion would be up and running by the time the horns were blown. In fact, they were ready right now for a fight just like any other Child of Darkness inside who had devoted their lives to fighting like he had.

He glanced across the border. It was odd really, how their world was perfectly divided. From where he was stepping was a cold and barren land, cold and without sunlight. Frost was forming on his armor but it was nothing to be afraid of. Further in to his home territory was snowy lands thanks to the sheer coldness of it. On the other side, however, on the Land of Light, was something completely opposite. Their land basked in the sunlight that most Children of Darkness could just dream of, their land was rich with vegetations and [i]life[/i]. Perhaps others would be envious but Uriel couldn't feel anything, not envy nor pride.

Another deep sigh found its way out of his mouth as he soldiered on. He took these patrols quite seriously so he stopped every once in a while to check out any fresh footprints or perhaps something out of the ordinary. That's why he starts at a very early time, so he could finish earlier and continue training the new cadets that found their way into his regiment. Although most were quite skilled from what he saw earlier.

A sound reached his ear. A very unusual sound that most wouldn't hear at this time and place. A giggle, a squeal of excitement. And it made the demon very suspicious. He left his usual path near the border to follow where the sound came from. Lo and behold, he saw a figure walking through the dense trees of their local forests. Now what could a person be doing at this time of the hour? The only people he usually saw around these parts were alchemists and collectors of herbs that grew around here.

He began to run, towards the figure. [color=A9A9A9]"Halt!"[/color] He ordered as he continued his pursuit. These were one of the times were he wished that he had wings. But surprisingly, he still was quite quick under all that metal on him. [color=A9A9A9]"Who are you?"[/color] He once again demanded, unsheathing his sword and taking his shield. This just might be a spy and it would be dangerous to pursue this person without any form of defense.

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