SHROUD THE LAST DEMON SLAYER (HENACE ERA)

[SCENE STARTS] "Where the hell even am i?" Asked shroud as he tried to got up but he was injured heavily . [Shroud, the last Demon Slayer, stood tall with an aura of quiet intensity. His piercing eyes shone like two radiant stars on a moonless night, gleaming with an ethereal light that seemed almost otherworldly. Their beauty was mesmerizing, drawing in all who dared to gaze into their depths. His long hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, its darkness illuminated by subtle hints of indigo and purple that seemed to shimmer in the right light. The strands were silky and fine, framing his chiseled features and accentuating the sharp angles of his face. Shroud's skin had a warm, golden undertone, a testament to his mixed heritage. His nose was straight, and his lips were full and inviting, curling into a subtle smile that hinted at secrets and mysteries beyond mortal comprehension. He wore a flowing black robe with intricate silver trim, cinched at the waist by a gleaming belt adorned with small, shimmering gemstones. The fabric billowed behind him like a dark cloud, and the sleeves were long and loose, concealing his hands as he moved with grace and purpose. Around his neck, a delicate silver chain supported a small, glowing crystal that pulsed with a soft, blue light. This was the mark of the last Demon Slayer, a symbol of his unwavering dedication to his duty and his unyielding resolve to protect the world from the forces of darkness. Overall, Shroud exuded an aura of quiet power and mystery, his beauty and grace tempered by an unyielding determination to vanquish the shadows and bring light to a world beset by darkness] . "Is it the end?", he asked to himself . He tried to got up but because of his several injuries , he didn't had any power left to got up . Even in this condition , he gained some strength and got up . "Hell ! This place is worst than that", he whispered to himself as he got shocked from the view . [The villages and small houses that dotted the landscape were largely destroyed or damaged, leaving many without shelter or homes. The few remaining structures stood as a testament to the devastation, their thatched roofs torn and their wooden frames charred from the fires of war. The human population was greatly reduced, with many having fallen in battle or succumbed to injuries and disease. The survivors were left to scavenge for food and supplies, struggling to eke out a meager existence in a harsh and unforgiving world. The demon realm, too, was left in ruins. Their dark and foreboding strongholds lay in shattered remnants, their twisted spires and towers reduced to rubble. The demons themselves were few and far between, many having fallen in the war or retreated to the shadows to lick their wounds. In the aftermath of the war, the humans and demons were left to pick up the pieces and try to rebuild. It was a slow and painful process, with many struggling to come to terms with the losses they had suffered. But as the years passed, the two sides began to forge a tentative peace, one built on the understanding that further conflict would only bring more suffering and devastation. The world was forever changed by the war, but from the ashes of destruction, a new hope and determination arose. The humans and demons began to work together, sharing their knowledge and skills to build a brighter future for all. And though the scars of the war would never fully heal, the world slowly began to heal, one small step at a time] . "I don't even know why am I here ", he whispered to himself . Suddenly , he heard a sound of someone eating . When he looked at it , he saw a spider demon eating a dead body . "What the hell is this", shroud whispered to himself in disgust . He knew that he had to run so he decided to run without making any sound . When he turned around he saw spider demon charging at him . It attacked shroud with an unusual power of blood strings but shroud dodged it just in time . "I have to do something or I'll be killed", he whispered to himself as he started to run . The spider demon chased him and successfully caught shroud with its web . Shroud couldn't do anything because he was very nervous and scared . "Seems like someone needs a helping hand", said a man with a smile appeared out of a strange portal . He killed the demon with a single shot and rescued shroud . Shroud was very impressed of his powers . "Who....who are you ?", asked shroud . "I really don't have a name but people call me "THE MAGIC MASTER" . It's good , isn't it ?", asked magic master with a smile on his face . [He stood tall at around 6 feet 2 inches with a lean yet athletic build. His long hair flowed like a wild mane, with strands of silver and gold woven through the dark locks, resembling the threads of a tapestry. His eyes gleamed with a warm, golden light, radiating kindness and wisdom. He wore a flowing white robe with intricate, crimson trim, cinched at the waist by a gleaming silver belt adorned with small, shimmering gemstones. The robe was embroidered with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and shimmer in the light, reflecting his mastery over magic. He wielded a majestic sword, its blade a deep, rich red, as if infused with magical blood. The sword seemed to hum with a gentle, pulsing energy, and its hilt was adorned with small, delicate runes that glowed with a soft, ethereal light. His smile was warm and reassuring, putting even the most frightened souls at ease. It was a gentle, knowing smile that said, "Fear not, for I am here to help" . His presence was surrounded by a subtle aura of calm, a soothing energy that seemed to diffuse tension and fear. His very being exuded a sense of protection and reassurance, making those around him feel safe and supported. He was a shining example of courage, wisdom, and kindness. His radiant smile, majestic appearance, and powerful magical abilities all served to inspire hope and confidence in those he helped] . "You're strong . Why did you save me ?", asked shroud in confusion . "I don't need a reason to save anyone", replied the magic master . "Do you know me ?", asked shroud . "You just look like your father... always calm but can be dangerous when needed", replied the magic master with a smile on his face . "What do you know about my father?", asked shroud . "I was one of his student . He was the most powerful human I've ever seen . He was a nightmare of all demons and even I was scared of him", replied the magic master . "Where is he now ? Is he dead ?", asked shroud with a calm face . "He was a human after all", replied the magic master with a sigh . "What else do you know about me?", asked shroud . "Everything you know , I know double of it and don't you worry because I'll tell you everything when the time will arrive", replied the magic master . Suddenly shroud's vision got blurry and he fell on the ground . "What's happening? What did you do?", asked shroud as his lifeless body was on the ground . "It's fate shroud . I didn't do anything . We'll meet soon . I'm sorry I've to leave you", replied the magic master as he vanished into the air . "Filthy bastard . I'll kill you", said shroud in furry as his eyes closed . [SCENE SHIFTS] {MAGIC MASTER AND ANOTHER DEMON SLAYER WAS SITTING INFRONT OF EACH OTHER] "Why didn't you let me go ? I'd have done it better than you", said the demon slayer . "No , devil hearted . I can't let you go . Don't you remember what happened to the lost one?", asked magic master in furry . "Whatever", said devil hearted with an evil laugh . [He stood tall, his imposing figure exuding an aura of malevolence. His eyes gleamed with a fierce, crimson light, as if the very fires of the underworld burned within him. His smile was a twisted, wicked thing, a cold, calculated curl of the lips that seemed to revel in the fear he inspired. His dark hair was long and unkempt, framing his pale, angular face like a shroud. His skin was deathly pale, with a subtle sheen that seemed to hint at the dark magic that coursed through his veins. He wore a black, tattered cloak that billowed behind him like a dark cloud, its edges embroidered with intricate, crimson patterns that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy. His magic was a terrifying spectacle, a fusion of fire and blood that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. Flames danced at his fingertips, casting flickering shadows on the ground as he moved. His blood magic left a trail of crimson droplets in his wake, as if the very earth itself was wounded by his presence. His aura was a palpable thing, a dark, oppressive force that seemed to weigh heavily on the air. It was a presence that inspired fear, a constant reminder that he was a force to be reckoned with. Those around him couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of dread, as if they were trapped in a living nightmare from which there was no escape. Despite his fearsome reputation, he moved with a fluid grace, his very movements seeming to exude a sense of deadly precision. He was a demon slayer, a hunter of the very creatures that lurked in the shadows, and his skills were honed to perfection. But it was his malevolent aura, his wicked smile, and his terrifying magic that truly set him apart. He was a monster, a creature of darkness and fear, and his name - Devil Hearted - was whispered in terror by those who knew him] . "I can feel a storm coming and this storm will blow all of us", said the magic master . "Why are you so worried ? Can't we handle it ourselves ?", asked devil hearted with an evil smile . "Time will tell who was right , devil hearted", replied the magic master as he vanished into the air . "I'll kill every one of them until my last breath . I can't wait to fight", said devil hearted with a sigh .