Soldiers of Light, ch. 1: "Here we go again"

[Raiden]

The sound of heated battle echoed through the halls of the dark fortress. Supernatural flames of purple and green lit up the throne room where Talkatz, the Demon King, sat and listened to the fighting going on outside. He stood at 11 feet tall, his skin a dark blistering mix of crimson and black, with six orbs glistening in his chest. His warped double-edged blade rested against his throne of stone, but he gave it no particular care.
It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for one of his station. Shogun, solitary heroes, and ragtag groups lead by a young soldier with hair and sword bigger than his brains often believed they would be the one to put him down. That they had the special something that made them unique compared to the hundreds of others who came before them. But it always ended the same. Just more stains on the front walk that had to be mopped up by the kappa. Most never even made it inside the fortress walls, and even those that did were put down like mad dogs by his Weapon Altmas. At this rate he'd run out of humans to eventually rule.
A loud knocking on the large steel double doors leading into his throne room began to clang. The demon lord's three eyes looked to stare at the doors as they were smashed open, the corpse of his Sword Altma tossed into the room with his head hanging to the body by only a thread of flesh. Following it in with a tipsy stride was a single warrior, his armor of samurai design with a facemask depicting a bird. The man reeked of cheap alcohol, and the stains and wetmarks on the front of his clothing indicated he had been drinking intensely.

"Ah! Talkatz! It's good to see you! Heard so much about you, but the stories just plain don't do you justice, sir!" The samurai stepped on the dead dog demon's corpse as he walked in, a loud crunching sound being heard. "Oops. Your dog left a mess on the floor."

The demon lord looked the warrior up and down. Just this one man got through his Altmas? And he was insulting him in his own house?

"Miserable little cretin. Do not think yourself a God because you slew a few of my soldiers." The demon lord got up from his chair, his full height towering over the human samurai. His hand grasped the massive double-edged blade and hefted it up. He only hesitated when a flash of light seared his eyes, making him cover them.

"Oh, you don't like that? Yeah, it has that effect on you things." The samurai was holding a glowing katana inscribed with seven runes, the aura alone was causing Talkatz to feel his strength starting to drain away. "Beautiful, isn't she? Makes you just want to look at it for hours." The samurai reached for a gourd at his hip, pulling a plug out with his teeth as he drank down the alcoholic contents. Talkatz frowned deeply.

"You realize I am going to kill you now, human trash."

"It'd be borrrring if ya didn't." His words were starting to slur more.

"And whose name should I spread as the latest samurai to be gutted and fed to my followers?"

"Yer mother." With that the samurai sprinted at the demon king, his glowing sword slashing in low.

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1000 years later
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Daisuke Kurama awoke in his bed. He'd had that dream again. It always went the same, like someone holding a book up to his face and telling him to look at it over and over. He stood up off his bedroll, tying his long black hair back into a ponytail. The Raigaki was leaning against the door of the small room, reminding him to take it before leaving. He still had a bad habit of leaving it lying around, but when you've been forced to carry something for the past decade or so, you tend to be more comfortable with leaving it lying around. He picked it up and attached its sheath to his hip, letting the sword bump against his leg each time he walked. He exited the small house, hurrying off to a meeting point where his friends should be waiting.