The world was thrown into turmoil with the beginning of the Great War between the demons and humans. No one knew why it was begun, but they all put blame on the Demon King. Even those of his own race blamed him for it.
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The year was 749 France, thirty years after the war had begun. A family was torn apart. A demon village was attacked. One of the demons, a tall male with brown hair and startling blue eyes, took his wife to the edge of the village, away from the fighting. The woman carried a newborn child. "Take Loire and get out of here. I don't want you involved in the fighting. I don't want to lose you." With that, he turned back and went to the fighting. The woman extended her arm to him and called out his name. He never turned around to look at her again. He went to his death. But his wife did as she was told and fled the village.
Several days later, the woman was at the edge of a stream, washing the baby. The stream was not far away from a human village. And it was hunting time for the men of the village. As they were riding back from their hunt, they noticed the demon kneeling there. "You, demon! What are you doing here? You shall die where you kneel." The man raised his sword and the woman screamed. Then all was quiet and the men rode back to the village.
The next day, the village priestess was at the river, gathering river stones, when she heard a baby crying. Just behind some reeds was the baby demon, Loire. The priestess picked the newborn up and took him back to the village, where she cared for it for years as it grew.
When the boy was twelve years old, he grew curious. "Miss Priestess, you never told me your name."
The woman grinned at the boy. "Well, Loire, my name is Marie." Loire blushed. Marie was young and beautiful. But she had a newborn daughter, whom Loire helped care for.
But, just as Loire was turning 25, Marie was killed when demons raided the village. Loire went into a rage and killed many of his own kind. They laughed at the young fool of a demon and rode out of the village, leaving little behind. Loire was the only one left. Or so he thought. Behind him, he heard the rubble shift. There was someone still alive. He rushed over and lifted a large board. There, underneath the rubble, was the priestess's thirteen-year-old daughter, Adeline. The young demon knelt down and helped the girl out of the debris. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Adeline wiped tears from her cheeks. "Y-yes, Lord Loire. B-but momma. She... she's dead." Fresh tears streamed down her dirty face.
Loire pulled the girl into a tight hug and kissed her forehead. "It'll be okay. I'll keep you safe. Nothing will ever happen to you, I promise."
