On His Face is a Map of the World

[Pheonix791989]

Okay new story. couldnt finish the other one but I am almost finished with this one so i hope you like it.

Prologue

He was known as one of Alexander's trusted generals, his most loyal friend, and his lover. But General Hephaestion had the two most important loves at his side. His wife, Hermia Milivic, a slav that had assimulated when Alexander had taken over her brothers kingdom, and Alexander himself.

"Hephaestion, you are a demon in battle and my most loyal friend. Please by the gods, go in peace to the fields of the heros."

Hephaestion took in his last breath and closed his eyes. Alexander flew into a drunken rage, ordering for the jewish doctor that had been ordered to cure hephaestion be arrested and crucified. Hermia cowered under Alexanders rage as he threw Hephaestions sword at her.

"Take his sword!"

Hermia carefully picked up the sword as she continued to cower under his fury.

"I am the son of Zeus! I swear to you Hephaestion you will be reborn as a prince! A prince of the darkness that has swallowed you! You will fight against this jewish *** who has so wrongly killed you! The daughters of your wife will serve you as demons, they shall bring your sword back to you!"

Alexander screamed as Hermia crept out. She stole away in her brothers keep, He was prince milivic. She cringed as the screams of the doctor pirced the air. Hermia cried as she clutched the sword to her chest. She cried for her husband and for her unborn child that was his. The drunken curse of Alexanders swirled around in her mind as she saw three tigers standing on the horrizon line, watching the cart pass by. One tiger was blackened by shadow, in the middle was a red tiger, and on the end was a tiger white as snow.

 

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Chapter 1

(present day)

She ran as fast as she could. They tormented her ever since she came here to the states, ever since her mother left to find the one her family called Prince, right after her birth, she was called demon by the others. They had immigrated to the US from Greek Macedonia when she was ten. When she asked questions they gave her no answers except that they knew where the one was. Her feet slipped and the sword that she was running with clattered across the cement. It was an ancient sword that cut like it was brand new. With grazed palms and knees, she snatched up the sword and ran down the alley of the wearhouse district in las vegas. She ran from the rocks and screams of demon. She spied an open door and darted through. She slammed the door shut with her back and sank to the concrete ground. She cried. For eight years she had been sent on some wild goose chase for a prince that only existed in her family legends. Her mind was sharp just like her ancestors but now it was blinded by abandon and uncomfort. After eight years she was still a macedonian-slav, a stranger in a country that didn't want her. A voice made her lift her eyes up.

"What happened? What are you doing here?"

She gasped as she looked up into the charcoal lined eyes of the speaker. His long black hair framed his face and for a moment it was as if she was looking into the blue eyes of the long dead macedonian general that her family was seeking. He knelt down beside her and motioned for his friend to grab the first aid kit.

"My name is Ronnie, tell me why they're chasing you."

"They call me demon, I can not run any more."

She sobbed. She knew that he was the prince and after all of the years of being groomed to be his servent, she had disobeyed the first rule. 'our only purpose of being is to serve the prince of darkness, do as he commands and never shed a tear.' She had broken the rules and cried. Ronnie looked at her with a soft expression as he cleaned off her palms and bandaged it.

"Tell me your name."

"Tomo, Tomaslav Milivic."

Ronnie looked at her and for a breif moment Tomo could swear he was the young general once more. It was gone in an instant as there was a surge of power as Ronnie was sent stumbeling backwards. The sword had chosen the next prince.

"My prince..."

She mumbeled as she offered him the sword, Ronnie hesitated.

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Ronnie looked at the sword, he felt drawn to it, like a moth to the open flame. His hand touched the handle and warmth spread through his palm. It felt as if the sword was made just for him.

"No effing way! I've heard stories about that sword."

His friend Max exclaimed. Ronnie looked over his shoulder at Max with a questioning look.

"its the sword of ecleon. more widely known as the sword of hephaestion or the sword of demons blood. It belongs to the ancient general hephaestion who was cursed after death, once the prince is chosen he is to fight against the angels of ***."

Ronnie looked at the sword in his hands and then back to the door where he heard pounding. Tomo looked scared as she inched away from the door. Ronnie helped her up onto her feet. He squeezed her hand tightly as his friends scattered to find wepons to fight with.

"whatever it is, who ever it is, we'll fight it together. side by side."

Ronnie said in a confident voice before telling his friends to to stay hidden untill he gave the signal. If it was who he thought it was then suprise was their best element. They vanished among the crates. The door busted open and about 25 mexicans spilled into the wearhouse. Ronnie looked the largest, ugliest mexican in the eye. His name was Tony Macias, leader of the Vilalobos gang in this district of vegas.

"We just want the little ***** Ronnie and you walk away without a scratch."

"No can do boarder hopper."

Ronnie said. Tony pulled his gun and held it steady, aimed at his chest.

"Why protect a demon?"

Ronnies voice deadpanned.

"Because they are my own! I am the prince of darkness!"

Tomo couldnt tear her eyes away from him. She could feel his power surging through the air, cracking with static. Tony fired and it hit Ronnie square in the chest. he jerked back from the impact and then straitened up.

"El diablo!"

Tony hissed as he and his gang crossed themselves. ronnie gave a deep menical laugh.

"I cannot be killed! I am imortal!"

 

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Ronnie turned to Tomo, who still hadn't looked away from him.

"Kill all of them except for him. I want to hear his screams when I cut him to pieces."

Ronnie said in his dead voice. Tomo's brown eyes went to the pure blue of her macedonian ancestors.

"Yes my prince,"

She mumbeled as she drew a wickedly bladed knife. Ronnie placed a hand on her forehead.

"Tomaslav, awaken!"

Tomo fell to her knees with an animalistic howl. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open, panting for air. Tony turned to run through the door but Ronnie flung his hand out and the door slammed closed at his bidding. Tony had his back agaisnt the door as he watched the demon ***** change. She stood erect, a good seven feet tall, the knife was welded into her arm as a wepon. A black were tiger of sorts with white stripes. She lept to the nearest man and ripped him in two. Tomo did as she was told, killing all of them except for Tony. Ronnie flew across the room and knocked Tony onto his back. He summoned the razor wire from the nearest crate while a flame appeared in his hand. The wire burned white hot as he wrapped it around Tony, his flesh seering and burning as the wire melted into his skin. Ronnie blinked. His subconcious mind was slowly comming back. He realized that he had just signed the death warrent for over 25 people. He didn't care. Tony deserved it for trying to hurt one of his own. 'my own Tomo' Ronnie thought as he ripped the razor wire from the gangbangers body, the screams of agony was music to his ears. Ronnie stabbed the sword into his shoulder and pulled it out again. He watched the blood drip down and he licked the blood off the blade of the sword.