With powerful magic, the world can be yours on a platter. But with great power, comes great responsibility. And the ability to know when to kill your own creation to prevent not only prevents your suffering, but can also prevent a whole magnitude of events that could unfold, changing the face of humanity all at once. This is the first thing Summoners learn about Summons. The next is the possibility of a Rouge Summon, whom attacks you instead of your enemy. And the final thing, before they actually learn about the deed, is how to deal with a Rouge. With all this training behind them, they finally get to learn how to play the Russian Roulette of making one. With all this behind the recent graduates, they are then allowed to use their abilities in battle. But they are given one last warning, to watch out for that Rogue Summon that might end up killing them one day.
This system only started after a single innocent day in history, August 4th, 3461 Before Construction, in the middle of Egypt. Before construction, that is, of Atlantis, the amazing Demon library. Anyway, this one day set a full motion of events into motion that never would have been. Perhaps if the Summoner had been more careful, the issues that followed suit would have never have happened. Or perhaps, if they had still unfolded, the issues wouldnt have been so deadly. It boggles the mind when nothing goes as planned, and even worse when your day never even started right.
For Janus, the day only had one good part which was when his lover, Aeron, accepted his hand in marriage. From then, the world went downhill for them both, for they had an assignment. They were headed to the land of Egypt when he proposed to her, on the way to kill a demon that was claiming to be a god among demons, making everyone around worship him. Since Anubis, this demon, was a powerful one, they sent their most powerful Summoner to defeat him. Once inside the main city of Lieu Tol, just outside of the mainland of Egypt, Anubis attacked. Sending his minions, the humans in the city to attack, causing Janus and Aeron to attack them, to destroy them. It was not at all like they had planned. What was planned was the destruction of Anubis. Not of human life, that they had sworn to protect!
As the three of them met in the town square, Anubis laughed at them, as if knowing the fate of all that would face him. Aeron pulled out her blade and Janus, his staff. With a wave of his hand, Anubis summoned three demons and had all three attacking Aeron, ripping the sword right out of her hands and lost her left hand in the demonic blitz. In anger, Janus cast a normal summon, a giant rat demon that killed Anubiss demons, only to be destroyed in a dark fireball from Anubis. Stepping up closer, and knowing Aeron could not attack, he did his riskiest Summon ever, one of an unearthly combination. A Summon that was a half dog demon, and half unholy deity. This was his greatest mistake, to summon such a creature that not even he could control. Anubis never knew that Janus never had the creature under control, but when the demon stood at his full height six feet tall, skin paler then any snow, with his blood red eyes piercing anyone he looked at, and his long black hair falling just short of his neck, all three knew this was a Summon of great power. Anubis journals tell us that this demon, this summon, this creature, stood its ground when told to attack. Instead, he notes that the Summon turned on Janus, pulling out a short thin blade and sliced the head of Janus off in one strike. He didnt laugh, nor did he flinch when the blood splattered onto his face, and when Aeron screamed in fear, the Summon struck her down too, again, unflinching, unlaughing, as if knowing by design that he was going to murder them. And it is said in his private notes, that while Anubis did indeed ask the Summons name, he also notes that Hell Noire would never be one that he would be putting into battle, at least not without making sure that he knew his place, to be loyal to Anubis.
And that was how a single Summon changed the world we live in, said a small grey-haired teacher. Do we have any questions? Yes, January? the man says, looking at the little girl, a sun-bleached blonde which one green and one blue eye.
Yes... does this Summon still live, even now?
Thats a good question... and its not one that I can or will answer, said the old man, only now feeling fear in the coldness of his heart, now worried for the sake of humanity. For he remembered dear Janus... and now, January too, was almost an exact match to his earlier student... but with a crash outside, then a smash of wood splintering, a tall man, six foot tall with his dark hair falling just short of his neck, with grey dog demon ears exposed walked in.
And eyes, blood red, and piercing though anyone he looked at, looked at the teacher and he spoke, saying in a deep voice, worn rough from a long life Of course he still exists... and Ill keep existing up until the end of time. With his laugh, one of which could drive shivers into any heart, no matter how cold, Hell Noire bowed to them all, before vanishing without a trace. Before the headmaster hit the ground, fainting from the stress, he could have thought he heard one of the children saying:
I wish I could have summoned him...