The Fire Demon's Tale

A man, also known as Alexander Von Roth, sat back on a black sofa, relaxed. He was wearing a simple black waistcoat, over his snow white shirt. His deep blue eyes gazed curiously at the young woman in front of him. It was as if he was staring through her soul itself. The woman, the queen of United Kingdom and its colonies, stiffened her shoulders a bit. She felt uncomfortable whenever he looked at her, she remembered. Disappointment enveloped her heart for a split second.

Her skin flushed rosy from embarrassment and she stood up from the crimson couch she was sitting on. She shook her head, "I'll be taking my leave."

"That would be appreciated." He smiled at her.

"Ugh. My head hurts." Alexander heard the voice of his friend. He tilted his head and found his buddy, Kiryu Kazuma, fallen down on the floor.

He chuckled at Kiryu's antics and turned his head towards where the queen was, a moment ago. He opened his mouth but closed when he found her absence.

"Ahh. It's the same story as always. Well, Alex boy, it's your turn to tell us your story tonight. You remember it, right?" An old black skinned man spoke up.

"The media announced that the FBI will yet again, try to arrest the Black Satan. Damn, just why do they have to be so racist?" The old man continued his whining.

"Uhh. They don't know who their boss is. They think of you as a gangster in the states while they think of me as a lowly Yakuza member! Just how could they?! I'm the head of all Yakuzas! Some even spread rumors that I had my fingers cut! Damnit!" Kiryu cursed loudly, while standing up.

"Does it matter? At the end, you are still going to be the master of Japan, and the old man is still going to be the top dog of the entire North America." Alex turned towards the old man, Morgan Stark, "Say, old man. I heard you've started establishing your influence in Brazil too."

"Maybe." Morgan muttered, loud enough to be heard. He lit his cigar and paid no mind to Alex; he was waiting for the story to start.

Kiryu clicked his tongue, "Ahh, I think I'll be singing a bit. Endure my song, Mr. Dictator."

Alex sweatdropped at the comment and started his story, "I don't know much about my early childhood. But I remember enough to say that I was a scrawny, weak child."

Morgan raised a brow, "In twenty-second century? You were a scrawny, weak child? At the time of the Golden age, when everything was going smoothly, how the hell did that happen to you?"

Alexander sighed, "At least let me complete my story."

The old man nodded, and Alex continued, "As I said, I was weak and skinny. I had little to no fat or muscle, and believe me, it was enough to make a battle hardened soldier come and hug me in pity. I was born in Germany, near 1900. I was taken in by a poorly managed orphanage, until an order came for me. I was called by the army, when I was seven.

Two soldiers, no, officers, came to fetch me. I was kept in a laboratory, for two years. I don't know what happened during that time, however. I woke up from my slumber when I was nine. The moment my eyes opened, I noticed fire all around my room. My world was so bright, and it was so hard to breathe. 'Alright' a voice resounded in that room. I was too weak to move, and I was confused, too. I didn't know what was happening at that time.

I shut my eyes tight and prepared for my death, but it never came. I stayed there, laying down on the hard surgery bed, with my heart calming down. I noticed that I didn't feel the burns at all. In fact, they were giving me a pleasure I never had felt before.

After a few days, an officer explained to me, 'You are chosen to be our ultimate soldier, kid. There are others like you, too, but you are the most promising one. Will you join the military?'

I opened my mouth to refuse, obviously. But there was something inside me, screaming to me, cursing me that what I was going to do was not the right thing. I knew that too. In those few days, I found out that I could control fire at my will. I could produce fire out of nowhere; I could make my fire eat other fire; fires could not harm me.

I wanted to use the power, but they refused me to do so. If I go in the army, I thought, I will be able to use my flames without restraint. I wasn't foolish enough to kill everyone around me and run away in the wild, displaying my flames to the whole world.

I knew, for some reason, that the offer was not that bad. It was the best option available. I agreed to the deal, making the officer smile. Then, I was trained whenever I was awake; not a single moment of rest.

There were others like me, too. I noticed them during my training. One was a girl, who could control ice, and one was a chubby boy, who could control lightning. There were also two boys about whom I don't remember much. One could control wind and the other water.

I was disappointed in them. They were childish, irrational, and a bit arrogant. I never questioned how I was better than the others of my age, about how my fire was better than their powers. There was no time to ask questions, during that time. I always strived for the best. I knew I wasn't a genius, but I also wasn't foolish enough like the swines around me.

Soon enough, I was sent for the officer training. I was eleven at that time, I think. In the war college, I earned the title of 'Von' due to my performance. I was able to compete with the geniuses. I was delighted, but that joy soon came to an end as I met with a group of intelligent minds.

From that time, I made myself remember that I am just a normal human being. There is nothing reserved for me; everything happens because of a slight chance of its occurrence. I became indifferent to people and focused on my promotions.

It was 1914, and the war started. The losers who thought they were equal to me, showed up. My ranking was far higher than their own but still, they had the courage to stand in front of me in a friendly manner, while not following the rules. I hated their personalities.

The guy who could manipulate water even had the courage to hug me. You know what, I burned him to death. The expression of agony on his face, and the horror plastered on those in front of me was surely hilarious. I didn't even notice that I smirked at the moment.

I know that deaths and wars are a waste of human resources, but I had my pride. The water guy made his filthy self touch my body in front of my army division. I had an image of a strict officer in their eyes. They could even go as far as to sacrifice themselves for me, such was their respect and faith.

When I set the rude monkey to fire, my division had shocked looks, which soon turned into their normal ones. The fat dude laughed during that time, and it was certainly not a laugh of happiness. I have witnessed many types of laughs in my life, and I can say that he laughed because of his fear towards me.

He was quite cocky during the training. He was a Jew, and his father was a big merchant. He had various reasons to be arrogant, but I still do not like the fact that he was so irrational. I noticed that he liked the ice girl, and did many things to please her. He even tried to punch me, in order to impress her. But he got a hard slap, tight in his face at that time. Rudol Von Stroheim, a mad scientist, who believed that German science was the greatest in the world, gave the fat Jew a good torture. It was too bad that the general made Rudol stop the torture.

It was around the winter of 1917. Adelheid Von Schugel, a mad scientist, who was also a rival of Rudol, made a device. He requested me to help him in his research. He asked me to try the device when free. After a few hours, I was in Rhine, with a battalion, fighting the enemy soldiers. What the enemies didn't know, was that I was the Fire Demon. I got that nickname after I massacred a whole city by myself, alone.

The media spread the rumors that I violated the war laws. I don't know what those fools were thinking, really. I followed the laws completely. I legally massacred a city. It was their mistake to make rules with loopholes.

The media did not notice that the enemy violated the rules by using trench guns. I wonder why they were always after me.

It was night time, and I was eating my food in a tent. I remembered what the old scientist asked me. I pulled out the device from the wooden box it was kept in. The said device looked like a switch. There was a red switch button on it, with 'press' printed on top of it. I did what it asked, and soon there were no remains of Alexander Von Roth in the world.

I pressed the switch button, and with a clicking sound, everything around me darkened. I thought that the device blinded me, but I was soon proven wrong. I couldn't hear, I couldn't feel, or even smell.

I was frustrated; I was angry; I was about to give up when suddenly a white light blinded me. I was happy, for a moment, which turned into fury. I was mad at Schugel, for using me as his lab rat.

My consciousness returned, and I enveloped myself with fire. I stood up, slowly, and my flames stopped. I was in an unfamiliar environment. I was surrounded by greenery; there was no scent of gunpowder or the tense atmosphere of war.

The sky was calm, the air was fresh, but I was worried. It wasn't where I was supposed to be. I made up a number of possibilities and the best possible way to get out of here. I stayed there, standing, waiting for anyone to come near me. How wrong I was. There was no soul around me, I thought.

But I was proven wrong when I heard footsteps. I brought out my Browning Model 1910. Loading it, I silently pointed it at the creature coming near me. I could've used my flames, but I chose not to. Something inside me said that the creature who is coming, isn't worthy of my flames.

It really was an insignificant pest. He was a blond haired child. No, a teen. No, it was something else, I finally came to a decision. I did not kill him. The mongrel came near me and examined me as if I am a unique creature. It tried to touch my pistol, and that was his end. I pulled the trigger, and the bullet passed right through his head. Blood splattered and he was on the ground.

The sound was loud enough for the others to hear. I smirked in hope of finding some entertainment. The call was heard, and maggots of his kind approached me. Too bad, they stopped dead in their tracks. By the look on their faces, they were horrified, and their heart was thumping fast. They were shaking and some even pissed their pants.

I laughed hard at that moment. After hearing my laugh, they screamed in a language I didn't know of, and ran away. I wonder what language that was. I knew a bunch of languages at that time. Let's see, I knew German, French, English, Russian, and Italian at that time.

Standing in the unfamiliar place, I came to a conclusion - That unbound freedom was driving me crazy. I couldn't think straight.

I punched hard at my own face, but it didn't hurt. I was going crazier and crazier, until I saw a man. He was a human, just like me. Not like the failed human experiments I met after ending up here.

He had an expression of worry, which turned into one of happiness, then that of anger, and then finally, he got scared too. Perhaps he was scared after seeing the dead maggot? Or maybe he knew about my identity.

'Just... who are you?' He whispered, but I heard him. He was speaking english. I demanded, 'Hey. Tell me where we are.'

He did not reply, instead, he too, like the good for nothing experiments, ran away. It took me a while to find him. I questioned him again, and after a while, he answered me. He told me that he was in future. He asked about me and I told him the truth. I didn't trust him, but I tried to believe him, a bit. I really became a fool at that time.

At that night, I saw him clinging to the strange creatures and sleeping. I was disgusted at this. Just how lowly can he be, I questioned. I heard his story about the morlocks.

According to him, there is no such thing as a human being anymore. There are humanoid beings called Eloi who are vegetarian, and monkey-like beings called Morlocks who prey on Eloi. His theory says that both of these species evolved from humans.

As I looked at his face, I remembered the fat Jew, for some reason. Maybe it was because how they both were so similar. I thought that the english man was a rational person, but no, he was just like the fatty. Those both acted on their emotions; just like savage animals. That english person showed me his true nature, which constantly changed. Sometimes he was angry, sometimes he was sad, and sometimes he was scared.

I think I shouldn't be blaming him, though. Unbound freedom really is, terrifying. A social being like a human cannot possibly live in such a savage way. The fat Jew, the one who could control lightning, betrayed Germany.

He joined France, just because he was angry. The ice girl stopped talking to him and started hanging out with the wind guy. He probably thought that she was going out with the wind guy. His immature behaviour and unreasonable anger towards me led to his doom. It was 1916, and he faced me. He cursed me, but I was indifferent towards him. He was a traitor, and traitors must be brought back for torture. And that is what I did, I was a diligent officer after all.

In the future world of those idiot races, after a day or two, the man returned to me with what he called as a 'time machine'. We both travelled through time. I do not remember my journey through this 'time'. But I know, for certain, that the man was a retarded genius.

I killed the man with my flames after we travelled through time. I got to know that the time I was in, was 2186. There were two divisions of this world. One of south and one of the north. I was in the north, in Italy.

Well, after that, I just climbed my way up here. Right now, I am the supreme leader of the entire Europe. You are the top dog of North America, Kiryu is the boss of Japan, which actually consists of almost the whole Eastern Asia. Japan conquered it during the second world war after all. As for Elizabeth, the queen, she has The United Kingdom and the Indian subcontinent under her."

"Ahh. You shouldn't make up stories, kid." Morgan looked at Alex.

"Dame Da Ne! Dame Yo!" Kiryu sang. He was singing from quite a time, but Alex was paying no mind to him until now.

Alex chuckled, and looked back up at Morgan, "The fatass isn't here."

"The Jew?"

"No. The king of Arab and Middle East. You really listened to my story, huh?"

Morgan relaxed his body and gave a loud sigh. It was an exasperated sigh, "He's busy wasting time."

"Hmm. I think I should leave now. Time's almost over." Alex stood up.

"My story was longer than yours. It took me three years to tell it." Morgan, too, stood up, and gave Alex a firm handshake.

"Will meet up next week." Alex said, turning away.

"Baka Mitai..." Was the last thing he heard before leaving the room. Kiryu drank too much, Alex thought.

He brought his hand up, as small flames of fire danced on his palm, in a magnificent way. The bright blue glow they emitted captivated the eyes, and made one want to touch their beautiful self. Their appearance made a great facade for their true nature; it can fool even the wisest of minds.

Alex smirked, "I hope the gasoline will be at my home. I really love the smell of gasoline; and I've always liked to play with fire as well."

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A/N: So hello, my reader. I hope your time was worth it. I doubt it was, though... . It would be appreciated if you give me constructive criticism or tell me how to write better. Please notice that I am not a real author. By the way, I am not satisfied with this work. I at least wanted to write around thirty thousand words. I know this is rushed; my grammar is bad, so no need to remind me.

• Yakuza roughly means gangsters in Japan. The Yakuzas cut the fingers of their subordinates if the latter makes a mistake.
• This is a work of Fiction and does not want to harm any country's/person's beliefs/reputation.
• I only own my OC's.
• Please do not post this story somewhere without my permission. Plagiarism is a crime.

 - Ayush Mehta, X Daffodil