The Stadium Bleachers

Jeremy Atwood finds himself sitting at the edge of his seat as he watches the fighting going on in the arena below. As his favorite amongst the new Guardians – the magical girl themed Guardian titled the Pink Rose – fights the demons by summoning various things around her that would be commonly seen in a children’s toy set. Things like stuffed animals and toy cars and trains and the like. And throws them all at the demons, dealing far more damage than those items would normally do, even with their enhanced size.

“Ooo, and it looks like the Pink Rose isn’t holding back in the slightest! But what will she do now that the Rifted One is coming for her?!” Jeremy hears one of the commentators other than the Black Knight declaring, her voice echoing throughout the stadium. And the words instantly bring Jeremy’s attention over towards the man running towards her. A man who is wearing clothing that completely blocks his appearance from the audience along with a mask on his face.

Jeremy frowns at that as one of his friends mutters, “That’s the death magic guy, right? You think the Pink Rose’ll stand a chance against him?”

Then another one simply shushes him as Jeremy sees that very same friend pointing at him. And all of his friends go silent at that, not saying another word.

Since they all know he’s a big fan.

Jeremy scoffs while crossing his arm and saying, “There’s no way he’ll beat her. Death magic doesn’t work on her creations. You should know that.”

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“But it’ll work on her,” the same friend who had first spoken up about her comments, making Jeremy turn a glare on him.

Only for his eyes to widen in shock when he sees what’s behind him, not saying another word. And it’s not just him, but everyone behind him quickly freezes in shock.

After a few seconds of his staring, the others ask, “Jeremy? You okay?” “Jeeerremmmyyyy! Anyone home?” “Hey, Jeremy!”

A few more seconds pass, and the stunned silence of the audience behind them slowly morphs into roaring shouts. And it takes less than a second after that for Jeremy to snap out of his own stupor, with their shouts ringing in his ears.

“It’s the Princess!” “The Princess is here!” “She’s heere!!!!” “Scaarlet!!!” “Scarlet notice me!”

By this point his friends all turn around as well and freeze up too. Meanwhile Jeremy just shoots to his feet like a lot of the other audience members are doing.The author's narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

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With everyone staring and trying to get the attention of the beautiful woman walking down the stairs between the bleacher seats.

The woman has glowing red eyes with long black hair and red highlights and is wearing a black jacket with red trim over a black shirt and pants. But everyone knows her clothing is all made out of blood she herself has made. And as she walks with her hands in her jacket pockets and not even so much as glancing at the audience members around her, her hair flutters in the artificial wind flowing through the bleachers.

It’s really her…

Out of every demon and Guardian on Earth, the most well-known one is Scarlet Art Asger de Archeron. Originally known as The Scarlet Wolf, then later known as the Apex Predator of Humanity, and various other Titles over the years.

She’s the most powerful being on Earth, far surpassing even the Knights of Humanity at this point, and possibly even surpassing the Demon King himself.

Yet, despite all of that, she still takes the time to save people all across the world all the time from the Corrupted Fractures.

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She’s Jeremy’s favorite Guardian by far. If she counts as a Guardian, since she is supposedly more demon now than human.

In fact, she’s a lot of people’s favorite Guardian. And since she’s one of the reasons Earth still exists, it makes sense that she would be.

Jeremy can’t believe his eyes as he watches her calmly walk down the stairs, quite literally forcing anyone who tries to enter the stairs to follow after her back out of the aisle again without even looking at them. And after walking down past Jeremy and his group, she finally turns out of the isle and into one of the lower VIP seating areas meant for Class III and Class IV Guardians and demons. One that doesn’t have a wall to give privacy, but does at least have better seating and a better view of the arena.

There she smiles at and joins some of the Guardians in there. Some Guardians that Jeremy vaguely recognizes from somewhere.

“Isn’t that…” one of Jeremy’s friends mutters, making him and his other friends turn to look at him.

“What?” Jeremy asks, a frown on his face as he glances back and forth between his friend and the Warden.

“I think…” the friend begins before glancing at Jeremy, “…that those people were part of the Warden’s team back when she went to Lions Heart Guardians University.”

Jeremy quickly turns to look at them again, and he quickly realizes just where he recognizes them from.

It’s from the Interschool Tournament years ago, when Scarlet had last competed herself. And when she was participating in a team once.

Back before she was very powerful, which is saying something since it was only a few years ago.

“You’re right…” Jeremy mutters, all thoughts about the magical girl Pink Rose gone from his mind as he and all of the people in the audience around him focus all of their attention on the Warden, who had just passed by them. A once in a lifetime event.

Being so close to the Warden herself.

The Wolf of the Blood Moon.

At this point there are entire TV shows based on her rise to power, and she’s the most common topic in any news station. So pretty much every last person on the planet knows about her.

A lot of the people around them are even bringing out their phones and taking pictures, but that doesn’t last long when walls of blood metal appear around the VIP booth, blocking them from sight.

And it’s only now that Jeremy finally lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was even holding.

The Wolf of the Blood Moon… in the flesh…

A smile stretches across his face at having just seen his number one favorite Guardian.

This is the best tournament I’ve ever seen!

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