prologue

He was sitting on the pavement he had lost. Blood seeping through his tattered uniform the glow of flames surrounding him he had no where to go, nothing to go to. He would die he lost this battle till he reached his hand out but devils dont make fair deals he should of known.

He should have but he shook the the hand and the king kicked the other crown to the checkered floor.

I dont write that often so sorry if the summary was confusing