I am a prisoner. I may be a prisoner of war, or a prisoner of crime. But I can’t remember. The only thing I can remember is this prison, this enslavement. There are others, but have they all died? I don’t know. That’s what I tell myself. I guess I finally learned what freedom is. It’s wherever you can find it.
I pace my room waiting for Yako to come back. “What kind of name is Yako?” The voice in...
Panting, I raced down the river. Neither me or my pursuers make a sound louder than the raging river.
“Get him!” I faintly hear. A man is running on the side of the river trying to catch me. Leaning, I maneuver my boat to glide into the center. Then I see the waterfall. Deadly, but beautiful, I go flying. My boat spins through the air. I crane my neck to see if my attackers have caught up with me...
My hatred for myself and life consumes me. I am the last remaining Demon Fighter. Men and Women have used dark magic to purify the water, we were fine with whiskey. But now those Demons I swore to fight are back. Hungry for the Heart of Steel that lives in every fighter, by the use of magic. I understand I have to explain. And that’s what I’ll do. My name is Jaik Kueye. And I’m the flipping Devil....