Demon Sovereignty: Retake Our Freedom

[Era of Demonity] Part 32: The God's Sight

In the endless expanse of the universe, there exists a God. With a gaze that pierces the very fabric of reality, this divine being watches over all the demons and angels, observing their every action, and measuring the weight of their deeds.

Through the lens of this all-seeing entity, the deeds of mortals are but mere flickers in the grand cosmic realm of existence. Each moment of kindness, each act of cruelty, is but a note in a symphony of creation that echoes throughout the heavens.

For the God with starry eyes, there is no good or evil, only balance. The scales must be maintained, if not, the universe will fall into the claws of the devil. And so, the divine observer remains ever vigilant, watching, waiting, and ready to intervene if the balance is disturbed.

For those who would seek to challenge the natural order of things, know this: the eyes of the God with starry gaze are upon you, and your actions will be weighed and measured against the cosmic scale. For in the end, all deeds will be accounted for, and the balance will be maintained, as it has been since the dawn of time.

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.

"Azrael, your brat is here..." Naru's voice was quiet, accompanied by a heavy sigh. "He graces us with his presence once more."

Azrael pivoted sharply, his gaze meeting Raxus who stood resolute, a sense of urgency etched on his face. "Where is Onyx?! I have to tell him something!" Raxus bellowed. "I sensed his aura here a minute ago!"

Then his hands caught on black smoke, and he scanned his surroundings, thinking that the threat was near because this place was all in ruins.

Harakiri Azrael let out a sigh and spoke with pure boredom, "Who knows? Go and search for him by yourself, you rat. He must be somewhere around here—"

With a thunderous gust of wind, Raxus burst forward, surpassing Azrael in a blink of an eye. His words echoed through the desolate ruins, carrying a mixture of frustration and disbelief. "Here?! Are you kidding me?! This place is nothing but a wasteland!"

Raxus dashed toward Onyx with unparalleled speed, his movements surpassing the very sound that echoed through the desolate landscape, his face contorted with a mix of distress and anger. As he closed the distance, his voice thundered with a potent mixture of frustration.

"Stand up, Onyx!" he growled, his voice cutting through the air like a sharpened blade. "I won't tolerate this pathetic display any longer!"

As Onyx's hand collided with the ground in a furious display of frustration, his body trembled with the weight of his exhaustion. But amidst the physical turmoil, a twisted smile curled upon his lips.

Onyx's yellow hair waved in the cosmic wind as his eyes burned with an eerie intensity. The unsettling smile that spread across his face seemed to stretch wider and wider, distorting his handsome, demonic face. But it quickly faded out.

Harakiri Raxus placed his hand firmly on Onyx's shoulder and spoke urgently, "Listen closely. Xerxes and I spotted Skylar in the distance, and there was no mistaking that it was him. The aura emanating from him was unmistakable."