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...
The darkness that consumes humanity and demonity is a force that threatens the very fabric of existence. It is a pervasive influence that spreads like a cancer, corrupting all it touches. Its tendrils reach deep into the hearts of individuals, compelling them to commit unspeakable acts of violence and cruelty. No corner of the world is safe from its grasp, and no one is immune to its influence. It is a force that must be reckoned with, lest it consume all that we hold dear.
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.
Akshar was deep in thought while the surrounding area lay in ruins. The destruction was widespread, reducing streets and buildings to ashes. Will Akshar truly reset the world line as Azrael desires?
On the other hand, as expected, Harakiri Azrael was impatient and slammed his foot down, demanding Akshar to take action. God, what are you waiting for?! he angrily screamed in his own mind. It's time to reset this stupid worldline! Change it! Isn't that what you want?!
God met Azrael's gaze and let out a sigh. They locked eyes without blinking. Azrael couldn't help but wonder if even the slightest break in his focus could result in his death.
The ground shook, causing an earthquake-like sensation that was felt even by Onyx and Raxus far away. Everything crumbled and fell apart—the whole Earth was in ruins.
Azrael's maniacal laughter echoed across the empty, void streets. "God! You've finally made a decision! How surprising!" He then blinked, and suddenly, darkness engulfed his vision. Disoriented and speechless, he felt a shadowy hand pressing against his mouth from behind. Wh—What's... happ—The Reset?
God Akshar quickly made the decision. But why? Would he actually reset the timeline to bring back humans? Would he do that? Did he really have that kind of power? Would he really fall onto Azrael's palms that easily? Or was Akshar just...
Azrael plummeted into the abyss of nothingness. The surrounding atmosphere was a desolate expanse of eternal darkness and suffering. Each passing moment brought a chill to his body and a deepening shade to his once red eyes, now fading into obscurity. He struggled to move any part of his body, except for his head, which swiveled frantically in search of a way out.
He landed with a thud on the ground, his body trembling with anger and frustration. Azrael rose to his feet, surveying his surroundings with growing dread. The darkness seemed to be alive, pressing in on him from all sides like a living monster of the abyss. There was no sign of life or movement though, no sound to be heard except for his own ragged breaths.
His eyes narrowed as he considered the situation. This was not what he had expected. He had thought that by finally gaining control of his body, he would be able to take revenge on Akshar and reshape the world to his liking. But now he was lost in this endless void, with no way to tell which direction was up or down, left or right.
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