Hero Of Harmony

(Note: Images are on my discord)

Holding Master's lifeless hands in my own, I finally stopped showing a strong front by suppressing my emotions, and I let go of everything that's been bottling up inside me for the past two weeks; almost like a tsunami, I felt those emotions overcome me as I yelled out.

"MASTER!!" Yelled Alexander with an unfathomable amount of pain and sadness as he affectionately held Lavender's hand while looking toward the sky, sobbing his heart out.

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Unknown to Alexander, as he released his heartfelt cry at the death of his beloved, his powerful emotions invoked his will as he subconsciously released it out into the world, causing the sky up above to rumble as dark clouds from seemingly nowhere started to form. In a matter of a few seconds, the previously clear morning vibration sky had turned dark and dreary as a torrential downpour happened, almost as if the very world was crying alongside its precious Hero.

"Rain?" Muttered Lily with tears in her eyes as she outstretched her hand before looking up at the dark sky covered with thick sheets of rain.

Though to the one who caused it, he was wholly oblivious to the heavy rain as he was far too preoccupied; however, unknown to all, except for one, Alexander's powerful emotions extended far beyond what one would think, causing a select few inhabitants across the world to start crying.

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Somewhere far away, the Light continent, also more widely accepted as the human continent, is occupied by many human kingdoms. The human continent is said to be the domain of the church of Light, which worships the goddess Serenis, the goddess of purity and Light. Under the church's religious beliefs, all other species are seen as inferior beings with impure blood, causing the human continent to be avoided by most species.

Within the human continent, down south, there exists a kingdom, the Scalor Kingdom, one of the oldest kingdoms in the human continent that's been around for thousands of years and has seen the rise and fall of numerous other kingdoms. Within that kingdom, or more specifically within the palace halls, a little girl with yellowish hair and blue tips, bright blue eyes, and an utterly adorable little face wearing a small dress was currently running through the halls while several heavily armored men followed right behind her.

Holding the hem of her dress, the little girl suddenly made a sudden right and arrived at a set of double doors being guarded by two large, heavily armored knights, though the instant they saw the little girl, they got onto one knee and lowered their heads.

"Princess!" Said the two men with the utmost respect in their voices as they outstretched their hands and opened each door, causing the little Princess, who usually greeted them with a happy smile, to run right past them and into the room.

The room the little Princess ran into was actually the palace's throne room, and at the opposite end of the room were two large thrones high in the air, overlooking the entire room while asserting their dominance; however, for some reason, only one throne was occupied.

Sitting on the throne was a handsome middle-aged man with light skin, blue hair, yellowish eyes, and a powerful physique that not even his royal garbs could fully conceal. Hearing the sound of the door open, the man looked up and, with a soft smile unbefitting of a king, stared at the approaching little Princess, though when he saw her expression, he suddenly frowned and waved his hand to the various men and women below.

"You are all dismissed." Stated the man commandingly, and although many were annoyed, none voiced their thoughts as they left after a simple bow.

Standing up from the throne, the man approached the little girl, who jumped into his open arms, tightly hugging him as he embraced her while affectionately rubbing her back.

"Haa, did you have a dream about your Mother again, my little Princess?" Asked the King with a sad sigh as he looked down at the Princess in his arms while walking back to his throne.

"N-No, Father; I-I don't know why, but a-all of a sudden, I felt sad, and then I started crying." Replied the Princess softly as she cried in her Father's loving embrace, giving her warmth and comfort.

"It's fine, Jasmine; your Father is here, so cry. Cry to your heart's content." Said the King with a smile as he stroked Jasmine's back, soothing her as she released her tears.

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Heading down far south, crossing the large east sea, we arrive at the Life continent, more commonly known as the Elven continent; even though many different prominent races inhabit the said continent, it is also the island where Lavender Vestalis was born. Heading east, passing over tribes, towns, villages, and even a few kingdoms, we'll eventually arrive at a small cabin far from a small town.

Sitting outside the small cabin was a young Elif with long golden hair and pale skin, happily weaving a blanket with a golden sewing kit while humming a tune; however, at the sound of bushes moving, he suddenly stopped and looked up, only to see a tall woman approaching him.

"Hmph, I've been worried sick for you, sister; it's three hours past the time you said you'd return. If you had made me wait any longer, I was going to search for you." Stated the young Elf with a pout as he folded his arms and looked away.

The woman, who was wearing a golden helmet that had wings on the side and covered most of her face except her mouth, walked toward the young Elf with her two prosthetic golden legs while holding a long, bloody, hiltless curved sword with her prosthetic arm before kneeling on the ground and grabbing the young Elf's hand.

"My apologies, Vanimo." Said the woman apologetically in a heavenly voice, her long red hair flowing in the wind as she held the young Elf's hand with her golden prosthetic, touching the ground with her other hand, which seemed to be decaying, causing the ground to be stripped of its life.

"Hmph, that won't be enough; you do this several times a month. I understand if your mercenary jobs go on longer than usual, but don't give me a set time of your arrival, only to not arrive on time. You'll only make your elder brother worry for you." Replied Vanimo as he glanced at his sister before huffing and looking away, causing her to sigh.

"You're right, and I deeply apologize for that; I'll make sure to take that into consideration for future missions." Said the woman as she nodded and stood back up, causing her to tower over Vanimo.

"Hmm, good, at least you understand; now come inside and rest; I'll make some food for you, Vanye." Remarked Vanimo with a charming smile as he stood up and grabbed Vanye's arm, happily leading her inside the cabin.

"Slow, brother." Muttered Vanye, with a slight smile, though before she continued, she suddenly felt a great deal of sadness wash over her as tears started streaming down her face.

"Tears?" Added Vanye in confusion with a quivering voice that Vanimo didn't hear as she touched her wet chin.

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Making a U-turn, heading directly west, leaving the Elven continent, and passing over the massive south sea, we eventually arrive at the Dark continent, more commonly known as the Demonic continent. Similar to the Elven continent, many different types of demons exist, as a demon is simply a broad term for species that have horns, though, of course, there are a few outliers, but those are the minority.

Close to the continent's center, surrounded by forests and mountains, there is a hidden estate that very few people know about; only powerful adventures and high-ranking officials know about this place. Inside the estate, you'd see many servants of varying species; most were demons, but occasionally, there was a human, Elf, or demihuman servant.

Walking down one of the halls, there was a woman whose presence instilled fear in everyone she passed, whether it be servants or guards; they all gave a slight bow of respect and fear when they saw her, which caused her to frown, but she was used to such a sight. The woman was pale, extremely pale, as if she'd never once stepped foot in the sun before; she wore a large white hat that had a black bow tie and a shoulderless blouse that only covered her forearms. Her long black hair trailed behind her, reaching down to her back while her bright red eyes glanced at everyone she passed.

She continued walking through the halls, making several turns before walking down an empty hall with a blood-red, handless door at the end; reaching the door, she brought forth both of her hands, and after extending one of her nails, she sliced open her palm, causing her blood to spray onto the blood red door, which emitted an eerie glow before opening.

Entering the dark room, the woman took a few steps before the room suddenly lit up, showcasing an almost inhumane sight of numerous men chained to a bed, though weirdly enough, despite the two tiny holes in their necks, they seemed completely unharmed.

"Now then, who shall I feast on today." Said the woman in a lovely voice as she licked her lips, revealing her pearly white teeth and two prominent fangs.

However, before she could pick a man to drink the blood of, she suddenly stopped, and to her utmost bewilderment, she started crying.

"W-Why am I crying? W-Why do I feel so sad?" Remarked the woman with a pained expression as she constantly wiped her never-ending tears.