Intro

I am the “Devil Prince”. I come from a time, in the far future, where both magic and science rule. They work together, hand in hand, creating incredible contraptions that neither could accomplish alone. I, however, am not a wealthy aristocrat, or even one of the good guys. I am a thief. I am a master thief, in charge of the infamous Akiren Gang1. The heists we’ve pulled would make you cry. This is my story, but it is just one part of a larger story. These are, The Criminal Chronicles. 

Chapter 1: The Beginning

There I was, in the middle of a heist, adrenaline rushing, fleeing across the rooftops. I was a small man, only five foot eight. But, that only made me a better criminal. I blended into the crowd, because of my plain brown hair and dull blue eyes. But, when in a heist, you could almost see my eyes shine brighter, with a look as crazed as a bulls, and my hair gone wild, almost becoming a fiery red. You see, a long time ago, the Church, the Holy Order that rules everything, used me as a test subject in a project to create a spy that could blend into a crowd. The only kink they never worked out was adrenaline[1]. It seemed to cancel out their hard work in genetic re-engineering. Because of this, I lost everything. I lost everything. All I had left were some ragged street clothes. This is what turned me into a master thief. I only robbed two groups. The Clerics, a Holy Order of the Church, who are basically soldiers, cops, etc; and the Store. They carry everything a person needs and many luxuries. They are also a subsidy of the church.

I had stolen something from the Clerics, a sack. It must be valuable, so I was fleeing.

The Clerics were using capture spells. I was fleeing for my life, barely escaping. I had no idea what I stole. Running, fueled by adrenaline, I decided to peek into the bag I had stolen. Within, was an orb, faintly glowing red, showing scenes of past battles[2]. The Clerics were coming on harder now, with attack spells, guns, and capture spells. In a wave of realization, I knew I had stolen a Defense Orb, capable of defending an entire war outpost. If I didn’t get to my Hideout, a room in the sewers built by the sewer builders as a break room, and magically guarded from all attacks and the smell, they would use a cleanse bomb, a nuclear weapon controlled by magic. It would only destroy me, but would leave a charred skeleton as an example. I had to get out, and fast.