Tales of Dark:Demon Exorcists

             The wind was carrying the sound of the metal hitting the ground in the entire cemetery.

 It was past midnight and outside was no light from the moon, just the dark color of the clouds. All over the place there were tombs and graves that gave that place a sinister look. Death’s robe was thick there. The metal sound was heard again, and again with a clock precision like someone was digging.

Deep in the graveyard the sound could be heard louder and louder as behind a big angel statue, two shadows were standing on the edge of a grave half unburied. "Do you really think that it's okay to use him like this?” Asked the voice of a girl taking a look inside the grave where someone was using a shovel for digging.

"He's a demon, I think he is showing his gratitude for letting him live, and after all, he insisted in coming with us...ah wait...with you, because if it was me, he would have been dead long ago!" The voice that replied was a little more mature than the first one, but still the voice of a girl.

 “Yrallih do you already know that is a good person, although he's a demon, he’s still a being. He just wants to help us.

 The one named Yrallih was the older sister of Xandriale, a young girl with blonde hair and green eyes. They were from a family of demon exorcists. Demon exorcists were families that along the generations were training their children to fight with the creatures of night that were harming people. But now the three of them were not in such noble mission. They were in the search of an artifact that after receiving certain information was located in the grave of a dead cleric from centuries ago.

Being from the Shadow Kingdom, although the girls were servants of the Throne Skatar, they were here on their own on a treasure hunting.

"Manaor, do you want to take a break? asked Xandrial. Hearing his name, the man raised his head. He was a young man, with dark hair and pale skin. He was well built, fact that could be confirmed from the shapes that could be seen through his green shirt. He was rather tall and on his neck a white scar was going down to his chest. The only thing that was different about him were the black eyes.

"No, I'm good" a little longer and I'm done."

"Good...because we don't have all the night you know" replied Yrallih.

"He's doing his best" defended him the little girl, and beside do we really know that what we are looking for is here. If I remember correctly, the man who told you the name of the cemetery didn't even have the chance to say anything else because the blade of your dagger was already in his throat”.

"It's here, don’t worry" said Yrallih and took another look inside the grave where Manaor was busy digging,

 All of sudden he sensed that he was watched from behind and he turned around. The girl quickly redirected her look blushing in the dark. In front of her eyes, she could see the day the two of them encountered.

It was in the central market of a town within the Shadow Kingdom's lands and they were searching a creature responsible for multiple massacres in the near towns. As the two of them were walking down the market's streets, suddenly at their feet someone fell from the sky. Yrallih, in an instant discovered that a man was thrown from the third floor of an inn window by exactly the creature they were looking for.

It was a powerful creature that could take the shape of a human, the green eyes being the only difference between him and a real human.

Without a second thought, the girl took out a small bottle from her bag pack and she drank it. Suddenly her skin started turning red and two large wings rose from her back, followed by big sharp claws. Her eyes turned purple and in a blink of an eye she was entering through the broken window. Taken by surprise the creature tried to flee but s spell from Yrallih who turned in an incubus, thrower him in the wall. He rose up and he attacked the girl with an ash burning spell, but her wings dispersed the spell and using her short silver blade, she pierced the creature to death.

Down in the street, Xandriale was checking if the man was still breathing. She touched his neck and a second later the man was sitting over her, with the hand in her throat. His black eyes looked a little while at the girl who realized that she's at the mercy of a demon.

The most unexpected thing happened. He suddenly let go of her gently and then he fell down on the ground.

"Why...you're...you're...why would you let a human alive?" asked Xandriale confused.

“I have no reason to kill you or any other human...I just thought you were one of them." replied the man and he tried to rise up but he fell immediately.

"Are you okay?" asked the girl coming close to him.

"I think I got injured when I fell through the win..." that's all that he got to say before being knocked out by the lack of blood.

The girl turned him and she saw in his back a big piece of glass deep in his flesh. While she was trying to get the piece of glass out and bandage him, her sister came back from the inn.

"Help me sis, I think his going to die".

"He's still alive after a fall like this?" asked surprised the girl.

“No, the fall is not at fault. He's a demon and the fall barely scratched him. He's going to die because of the wound from his back."

"A demon?" asked surprised Yrallih, and her silver dagger was already at his neck.

 "No!" screamed Xandriale and stopped her sister's hand before the blade could reach him. Yrallih was surprised by her reaction, and she retreat her dagger back to its scabbard.

"Why did you do a stupid thing like that? We were supposed to kill demons, instead of taking care of them." said the older sister with her hand still on the dagger's hilt. "No, we are supposed to kill creatures which hurt people, and help those in need, or you forgot the vow we made when we were children?”

No, she didn't forget, she couldn't forget the day when their older brother was killed by a demon. He was the only one that took care of the two of them after their parents died. At that time, the sisters vowed to kill all the creatures that were a threat to the human kind and the top of their list was the demon that killed their brother. So it has begun their personal vendetta.

 They took care of the demon that after several days got better. After that he insisted of following them until he could repay the debt for saving their life. The flow of memories in the Yrallih's head was stopped by the sound of the shovel hitting the coffin casket.

 Manaor removed the casket and inside the coffin the rotten corpse of the cleric was holding with his skeletal hands an old book full of dust. Xandriale got inside the grave and took the book. When she opened it the pages fell down the grass. All that remained was an object folded with an old leather rag.

“This is it?" asked the girl looking at her sister.

"Manaor, what do you think?"

The young man tried to take the little thing in his hand but as soon as he touched the leather he was thrown away in to a funeral stone.

"Are you ok?" Xandriale picked up the object and threw it in her sister's hand. She then helped the man to get up.

"It's nothing, I'm ok, but that thing is enchanted. The one who did it made sure that the only one that touches that artifact are humans”. His black eyes looked at the small rotten rag.

"Well, then this must be it" said Yrallih and removed the folding. She revealed a small yellow stone that started to shine.

As soon as he saw the light, Manaor filled strange; he felt a strange desire of getting his hand of that stone.

"Put it away, please", said the demon and he approached Yrallih. “What you have there is a very powerful stone that could kill someone in an instant but it could make someone invincible as well...and not just demons, anyone who can manipulate its power it could turn that stone in a destructible weapon. The Stones of Falaria are not something you should play with."

It was the first time, the two sisters heard Manaor speaking like this.

 "How do you know about this? The legend of the Stones?" asked Xandriale, who was more than confused.

"It is a legend that every demon heard in his life...that's the Legend of the Falaria. Long time ago, before the flow of time was set in motion, there were two entities. Barandul and Falaria, who spent an eternity just by the two of them. At one time, Falaria asked Barandul for a baby, because she wanted to become a mother. After long requests, Barandul accepted with one single condition. If it was a boy, they could keep him, but if it was a girl, then Falaria must kill her. She accepted and when the time came, what she feared the most happened. She gave birth of a girl and when Barandul saw the little girl he got mad and requested that Falaria take her life, but she couldn't do it. She started to cry, on the rock that later would be known as Earth. She shed 13 tears that turned to stones of different colors. One of the stones it's in your hand Yrallih.”

“What happened after that" asked Xandriale, curious to know the end of the story.

" Barandur took the baby and killed it. What he didn't know was that while he was dying, the child caused screamed so loud that both Falaria and Barandur's life ended from the pain of their children. With their death life begun to spread across Universe, allowing time to flow as it is today. All that remained from the two great entities was Falaria's tears. Very powerful stones that if gathered together could bring the hell or heaven on this lands."

"Are you seriously think that's true?" asked Yrallih, but the demon's eyes were not lying and she could see that.

"So what does this have to do with us...we are just simple girls trying to do better to the world as much as we can. This is way over our heads" complained Xandriale looking at her sister.

 "Well....we'll get out of this mess as soon as we hand the stone to Padal." tried to calm down Yrallih her sister.

"Are you sure you can trust this person" asked Manaor not knowing the person she was talking about.

"Of course, he's a distant relative of our brother. We know him since our brother died; he offered to find the demon that killed our brother, and all he asked in return was to aid him in his quest of finding this stone". Xandriale's words did not make the demon fully thrust this Padan.

"And where are you supposed to meet this person? asked the young demon.

"We'll meet him in Gri’stol" said Yrallih. You shouldn't go there until you find more about this about this Padan, you’re about to hand him a very powerful item" warned them the demon.

"Well, you don't have to come if you don't want to. We are fully capable of taking care of us as we are" replied Yrallih.

"That's the main reason I'm going to come with you" ended his pledge the demon taking a last look at the mummy in the coffin before putting the casket back and covering it with soil.

The three of them started a two weeks journey heading to Gri'stol.