Demon Sovereignty: Retake Our Freedom

[Era of Humanity] Part 15: The Soul Bound to Nothingness

NOTE THAT PARTS 1-24 ARE JUST AN INTRODUCTION TO
THE MAIN STORY.

In the void of existence, a lone demon roamed the empty darkness, burdened with the weight of nihilistic despair. He had seen the universe unfold before his eyes, watched civilizations rise and fall, and yet, all he saw was nothingness. He had witnessed the ultimate truth of the universe, that everything was meaningless, without purpose or reason. The demon had once held power and influence over the mortal realm, but now, it all seemed pointless. He was lost in a sea of emptiness, struggling to find a reason for his existence. 

Loneliness is a prison that we build ourselves, where the walls are made of our own fears and the bars are our own insecurities, trapping us in a solitude that becomes a suffocating darkness.

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.

A DAY LATER

"Woah! Where am I? T—This place is like something out of a dream," Kana whispered in awe as he stood in the center of an unfamiliar, otherworldly field.

"This place seems so familiar, yet I can't quite place it," he mused, turning to take in his surroundings.

As he glanced around, Kana heard the approaching footsteps. Turning, he spotted a tall figure cloaked in black, carrying a large bag and sporting a sinister grin. The man came to a stop right in front of him.

"Who... Who are you?!" Kana stammered.

The enigmatic figure gently placed the bag on the ground before dissipating like vapor.

"What the?!" he exclaimed, instinctively taking a step back, his eyes locked onto the bag.

Kana took a moment to steady his nerves before cautiously approaching the mysterious bag. He muttered to himself, "What's happening here?" With trepidation, he knelt down and unzipped the bag to see what lurked inside.

Upon peering inside, he recoiled in horror, falling backward with a terrified scream. "What in the world—"

Inside the bag lay the severed head of a dark demon, accompanied by a brief note that chillingly read: "Do it."

Saito Kana jolted awake, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding. He took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm his racing nerves. After a moment, he got dressed and descended the stairs at a measured pace.

Ether and Hasho were already seated at the dining table, eating.

"How are you feeling?" Ether inquired.

"Well, not great. Anything new happening globally? Ah, never mind. It just came back to me."

"Nothing good, I'm afraid. The world is still grappling with how to combat the threat. It's a constant state of chaos," Hasho replied with a nervous laugh. "Do you think this could be the end?"