Prologue: No more games.
Logan stared at the palace of the demon Lord Damon. The palace was a gleaming white palace set in the center of peaceful valley. It was capital Demon kind. He observed several farms and two taverns with a cultural mix of humans and Daemon fairy kind. He looked down on the main tribal capital in awe.
This haven’t been anything of what he expected or been told to expect sense he was summoned to this world. He smiled as the last lie the king had told them was exposed before his eyes.
Team 7 of heroes had been summoned from different worlds collectively by Harold the great and his school of wizards. They each collectively had skills and gifts. They were one of seven teams selected to go into the demon realm country. Their team was to hunt down and end the terror reign of Demon Lord Damon. The other teams were formed to bring about the structural government of the demon kind.
Logan knew they were little more then innocent people kidnapped from different worlds to be terrorists. He hadn’t realized the truth in the beginning of their journey a year ago but. Once he had killed and burned down villages he knew what he had been sent to this world to do. He had lost his soul before he had discovered he had had one.
“Logan. I want you up front with Darla.” Vince said. Vince was their leader the Sage and knight their group.
Logan felt his lease tighten around his neck as Darla the tall giant female glared at him. “Our champion gave you an order.” She said.
Logan snorted and looked at Vince. “This is the last line of our journey together mighty hero Vince. You planning on running away so we do the dirty work for you?” He asked coldly.
The four female members and one brunt older man member of their group were all silent. Vince’s silver blond hair glowed in the afternoon light a grim look of determination was on his face. He was dressed in shining enchanted armor. The Iron armor of the female members of their group were made of the same magic protection. Vince had only one weapon a silver sword that was at his side. Logan was the only member of the group without armor and the magical slave collar around his neck. He was dressed in common traveling clothes of a leather jacket and gun belt around his hips. A magical revolver rested at his side. “I need you to stick close to Darla because you seem to heal her faster then the others. That’s your job cowboy. Your here to be a healer. Once Demon Lord Damon is killed we’ll go back to the human capital and be-” He said.
Logan laughed. “We’re not going back to our home worlds. This isn’t a fairytale. We’re here to assassinate the asshole that rules these people. Are you going to lead us in or have you finally lost the nerve. Your the mighty hero chosen to murder the Demon Lord. You been falling back a few times during our last fights while we been losing men.” He said.
Vince glared at him. “What do you want from me?” He said.
Logan waved a hand at the collar around his own neck. “Take this damn collar off my neck and I’ll make sure you get all the honor and praise you want. I’m tired of being your dog. If I’m going to die. I’m going to die a free man.” He said.
Vince snapped his fingers and the collar around Logan’s neck was dropped away. Logon took in a breath and sighed. He nodded his thanks. “Let’s end this shit.” He said started running into the valley.
