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...
In a world of whispers and deceit, liars sow seeds of doubt, leaving hearts burdened with the weight of broken trust.
In shadows cast, their words entwine, A dance of falsehood, a web malign. With silver tongues, they softly weave, Deceptive tales that make us grieve.
Their lies like daggers, pierce the heart, Tearing bonds of trust apart. In tears we drown, in sorrows we dwell, As their deceit, like poison, spread their spell.
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.
Satou Lance sat on the steps of the Atlas building, his emotions in turmoil. The chaotic wave of demons had subsided, leaving behind an eerie calm. But within Lance's heart, a storm raged.
He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, the smoke curling around him like memories of his painful past. Lance—the head of Atlas—had a tragic background that haunted him even after ten thousand years. He could never shake off the shadows of his heart-piercing childhood.
"My followers," he murmured to himself, "they have such high hopes for me. But... if I fail as a leader, they will hate... despise me."
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Without warning, Lance felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. Turning, he saw Ryugan standing behind him. He remained silent, continuing to smoke as he tried to calm his emotions. They were sitting behind the Atlas building, where the lights cast their shadows on the grassy field below, swaying in the strong wind. Ryugan's presence loomed over Lance's shadow, his dark red eyes gleaming eerily from behind his black mask.
"For how much longer will you stay like this, Lance?"
"If only time could heal every wound... If only hate did not exist..."
"Then the world of demons wouldn't exist."
"Why is that?"
"Because demons are born from hatred. They crave dominance."
"Why do they seek fame and power?"
"Because of their long and mysterious history. Demons were created by the king of all devils, while angels were created by the queen of all archangels. At least, that's what the stories say."
