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.
In a world once thriving with life, humanity has been brought to its knees. As cities fell to chaos and technology crumbled, survivors were left with nothing but their anger and loneliness. The streets are now barren, void of the sounds of laughter and life. Why was Death so thirsty?
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.
ANOTHER MONTH LATER
On a bleak, rain-soaked day, Ether and Kana trained without a stop, in an attempt to suppress the unease that had ensnared their minds.
"Do you think we stand a chance against that demon?" in a hushed tone, Ether voiced his worries.
Kana paused, his breath labored, and settled onto the ground before responding, "We must, but our powers require control, and our bodies need more training. We must jump over ourselves to withstand their power." Despite his words, there was a palpable absence of confidence or conviction in Kana's voice.
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His spirit had become an air of despair. The fire that once ignited his passion for training and self-improvement had dimmed to a mere flicker. While he comprehended the path forward, the sheer magnitude of the impending trial left him feeling impotent and broken.
Katayama rose from his seat, took a swig of water, and released a weary sigh. "Time is slipping away. The massacres encroach ever nearer, with grim reports emerging from the southern reaches of Sharman and the neighboring islands. You're well-acquainted with what lies before us, Saito. Our plan, remember?"
"I do," he replied in a whisper.
And then, Hasho was suddenly startled by his sixth sense and leaped from his workstation after poring over the reports and news of the world's state. He observed the creeping terror, closing in perilously on the island of Hoshi. Panic seized him, and his voice quivered with dread as he realized the absence of both Kana and Ether. He understood the grim truth. With a frantic dash, Hasho ascended the stairs and burst out into the tempestuous outdoors.
Amidst the downpour, amidst the clamor of thunder and the tumultuous gusts of wind, Saito Kana remained unmoving, his gaze transfixed upon the Heavens, which appeared to shed tears of their own. The wind howled, and the rain descended with unwavering intensity. Ether approached, draping Kana's hunched form with his white coat. Yet, Kana remained an enigma, an inscrutable statue, his eyes unblinking. And for some reason, Kana's eye colors flickered from brown to yellow and from yellow to brown.
