Demons are mysterious beings that can blend into their surroundings and appear as regular humans. They are believed to reside in space and do not require sustenance like food, water, or air. The origin of demons and God Demons remains a mystery and...
NOTE THAT PARTS 1-24 ARE JUST AN INTRODUCTION TO THE MAIN STORY.
The unknown holds a limitless realm of possibilities, both exciting and frightening. It beckons us to take the leap of faith and explore what lies beyond our comfort zones. The fear of the unknown can hold us back, but it is also what drives us forward, always searching for what's next. The unknown is a mystery waiting to be uncovered, a puzzle waiting to be solved. And who knows, it may just lead us to where we truly belong.
The God Demon Powers shimmer in space, their spherical forms a tapestry of mystery. On their surface, patterns of three half-moons emerge, alight with hues that dance in celestial patterns. These carvings are no mere happenstance; the patterns mirror demons' emotions when they become God Demons, where red, blue, and green hues ignite the core feelings of anger, sadness, and fear.
In fleeting moments, these ancient stones reveal more. Five colors awaken, adding yellow and orange to the powers, indicating the emotions of love and joy respectively. Yet, legends whisper of those rare few who've unlocked a sixth half-moon, an elusive symbol hinting at a realm beyond comprehension.
Beneath the radiant moonlight, two figures emerged from the shadows, their forms enshrouded in darkness...
UNKNOWN LOCATION
These beings were barely discernible, their features obscured, save for their eyes—a chilling blaze that bespoke a sinister aura. One pair glowed an intense crimson, while the other emitted an eerie white light. Crimson streams of blood flowed from their eyes as they let fall a lifeless human form, the blood mixing with the moon's ethereal glow. Devoid of soul, their countenances had transformed into a void of emotion, a portrait of unrelenting darkness.
In the hushed night, they stood, their figures dissolving into the obsidian surroundings. The moon cast its luminous gaze upon them, unveiling the dark aura of death that encircled their presence. As their luminous eyes remained fixed on some unseen horizon, their humanity had long since abandoned them. Instead, they embodied creatures of the nocturnal realm—agents of shadows, devoid of mercy and unburdened by any kind of remorse. The only audible sounds were the soft rustling of leaves caressed by the wind and the distant echoes of untamed beasts' mournful cries. Utterly motionless, they stood as sentinels of the darkness, observing, waiting, their unwavering gaze penetrating to the core of all who dared cross their ominous path.
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