Aquila’s Pendant of Satan Backstory


 * Note: This dialogue was from Korean. It needs a translate checking and proofreading.

"The last battle will be different from now."

"All the top demons and their father, the father, will also be present.

Aquila's gaze, which she answered quietly, was headed toward the moonlight at dawn as she entered the barracks gap. War will surely be defeated. It meant that human and other mixed demons vanished from the earth.

"I can not deal with one of the top demons as you are now, but you will stand on the battlefield for all."

Her father, who had finished speaking with a careless voice that had not been before, opened his hands to the eye level of Aquila. Soon, red smoke bloomed from the body and gathered on the palm of the hand to make a decision. Aquila knew what it was. It is a red sign that it exists only in the bodies of the great demons. It was both the source of power and the life itself.

"What are you doing now!"

Getting a "token" out of the body meant death. Nevertheless, my father's actions did not hesitate at all.

"There is no greater courage than sacrificing oneself in order to defend what is precious."

For a moment, Aquila was embarrassed and could not speak. It was the father who did not change even when the mother was sacrificed. But now he had some feelings that he believed could not exist in his face.

"It... I realized after I lost your mother."

My father slowly began to walk toward Aquila.

"My daughter, but keep in mind that only those who have the power can do to keep something."

And as I stood across one step, my father grasped the token in the hands of Aquila. It was cruelly beautiful sunlight.

"The power of this will protect your will, and..."

Without ending the sentence, the father's body crashed in a flash. Aquila was nailed to the spot and looked at the token for a long time. And I thought about what my father could not say. The moonlight melted and a drum sounding the end of dawn sounded. The east came, and the darkness was the time to leave.

Aquila grabbed her hand as if she had been determined, and soon left the barracks. The wind of the battlefield was blowing.