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.
A demon sat alone on a mountaintop, watching the world below. Despite the chaos and noise, he felt a deep and aching emptiness inside. He yearned for companionship, for someone who could see him beyond his fearsome exterior. But he knew that his kind was feared and reviled, and no one would ever accept him. Acceptance is not just about recognizing and tolerating differences; it's about embracing them.
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.
Amato rose, wiping the sweat from his face as he surveyed the grim reality that was before him. The fallen soldiers lay scattered around him, their lifeless bodies a stark reminder of the cruel toll of war against demons. With somber determination, he began the solemn task of burying each fallen comrade, his hands stained with the blood of his comrades. "Every life matters," he muttered, the weight of their sacrifice pressing upon him.
Having laid his comrades to rest, Amato climbed into a car drenched in the blood of his fallen friends and made his way back to the base. As he arrived, his fellow soldiers recognized the harsh truth before them: the car bore the gruesome mark of tragedy, Amato's eyes were haunted, and there was only one occupant inside—their Captain.
They chose not to burden Amato with needless questions. Instead, they knelt in solemn prayer for the departed souls.
Their Captain descended the stairs with an air of foreboding, his gaze locking onto the dark, enigmatic figure bound in chains. He approached, settling before the ominous being. He forced a nervous smile before uttering with a heavy heart, "Well... what were the odds of our paths crossing? I've lost. No, we've been defeated."
"You mean him? Azrael? He's no ordinary demon; he's a God Demon. He moves at the speed of sound and wields three S Abilities..."
"Three... S Abilities?"
"Gwaa ha ha ha! Indeed! He commands Anti-matter, possesses the God's Eyes, and wields five of the Eight Blades Technique, to the best of my knowledge! There's no restraining him. It would be a spectacle to witness Harakiri struggle and engage in a fierce battle! But, alas, that won't occur anytime soon..."
Amato's fist struck the unforgiving concrete, causing it to shatter. "What?! Are you speaking the truth?! Three S Abilities? I hope you're—"
"Listen," the demon implored, "Harakiri isn't the type to kill humans without reason. We, shadow demons, are ignorant of his motives, and they shall remain a mystery. He likely has a reason—"
"A reason?! Spare me your nonsense!" he bellowed in anguish. "There's no justification for taking human lives!"
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