Why am I always the one in the middle?!

Hello this is pt 1 and I hope you enjoy! (if you have questions pls comment and any criticism be respectful!)

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"Brother! When we get older I'll be your weapon!" A young child with short white hair, pale skin and blood red eyes said to his older brother, who had deep chocolate brown hair and bright green eyes just smiled at his younger brother.

"But I doubt mother and father would be agree, your too weak to be outside." The older brother said, making the younger one pout a big

"I'll get stronger, then I'll be your weapon!"

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A loud gasp escaped his lips as he shot straight up out of bed, the dream still in his mind.

'hah, it's the same dream...' He thought, the young man's name was Deon hart and he kept having the same dream of when he wanted to be his older brother's weapon...

'He never even wanted me near him, much less his weapon...' Deon thought as he looked outside the window, seeing the dark night sky and red moons.

The door creaked open, showing a man with long deep blue hair tied in a ponytail and bright cyan eyes and a few scales on his face, his name was Ben and he was Deon's personal doctor.

Ben walked over to Deon and sat on a chair near his bed, taking off his medical bag and pulling out a stethoscope and putting it over his heart, checking if his heart rate was normal, it was weirdly fast and it made Ben worry.

"Sir why is your heart rate fast?" Ben asked with concern while looking at Deon's pale face, to which he looked at his hand that was resting next to him.

"I had a nightmare nothing bad so don't worry." Deon said as he looked back at Ben, already being used to these questions most every morning, though there is no technical morning in the demon realm.

Ben looked at him with slight worry and he sighed, worried about the sleep that Deon could lose from the nightmares.

"Sir, you need to be more aware of your own condition. Your body is weaker after taking on the hero's self-destruction, and either way you'll be going on a mission with the first corps commander today." Ben said with worry and he signaled for a servant to get Deon the tea that he always drank and breakfast, knowing that he doesn't care about eating unless some else insists on it.

'He doesn't even realize that there are those who care for him...' Ben thought while staring at Deon who was staring out the window, watching as demons practiced.

'no one would know that these are the same ruthless demons who kill mercilessly...' Deon thought as he stared at the demons training outside, finding it both peaceful and terrifying that the demons who were already strong training more.

"Sir, why do you think the demon king gave you the position as the zero corps commander?" Ben asked, wanting find out the commanders thoughts.

Deon has always been secretive when to his personal life, even the past or what he thinks, making those close to him want to learn more about him.

"Hm? It's because I'm useful in a fight, I'm the only weapon that resonate with the demon king." Deon said as he turned his arm into the blade of a scythe, the blade black though it had a bit of whiteish glint to it.