Demon Sovereignty: Retake Our Freedom

[Era of Demonity] Part 50: The Black Pressure

In the theatre of our souls, demons play their roles, sometimes as the tormentors of our doubts, sometimes as the catalysts for our ambitions. They are the hidden architects of our dreams and the sculptors of our nightmares, etching their enigmatic stories upon the canvas of our subconscious.

Colors within the three half-moons on God Demon Power stones; red, blue, and green, represent the main emotions of a God Demon, them being: anger, sadness, and fear, given to them by an angel. In the fourth and fifth one, yellow and orange, dwells the emotions of love and joy, provided by an archangel.

But within the sixth half-moon...

The Shrine's guards sensed a frigid aura manifesting before their eyes. Reacting swiftly, they brandished swords and spears, pointing them toward the source. "Reveal yourself immediately! You stand near Gods' sacred grounds!" 

"Hey. Can't I pay a visit? I am a Harakiri, after all."

Recognizing the voice, the guards' anger exploded. "Harakiri Azrael! How dare you visit this place again?!" 

Azrael raised his hands casually, his aura's power radiating to incapacitate most of the guards. "Don't push me too far. I'm not in the mood."

Those remaining charged, delivering powerful strikes to Azrael's body. Their attacks were fierce, yet insufficient. His wounds regenerated instantly. He leaped into the air, reappearing farther away. The guards fell, their chests cleanly cut.

Then, the doors of the shrine opened, revealing a tall, enigmatic figure with deliberate steps. Azrael's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming brighter. "I see. Still hanging around, Skylar."

Skylar advanced with a measured pace, his voice a somber murmur. "Enough of this play, Azrael. God Akshar dispatched two formidable warriors after Onyx, but the issue is that... Atlas is safeguarding him. No matter what you try, it's futile."

"All the more reason to carve out Akshar's heart once and for all!"

"This could spark an all-out war. Atlas possesses their own formidable warriors."

"Who did that asshole send for Onyx?!"

"The second mightiest archangel, Astrophel Asher, and one of the upper-ranked warriors, Rosen. He harnessed gravity powers from an unknown demon..."

"Tch! Do you think I'm just going to sit around and wait? I will kill both of them!"

"The Atlas holds hate for you and the Harakiri clan. They won't—"

"Shut the fuck up, Akshar's dog! Our auras shall decide the outcome!"

"What? What's your plan, Azrael? Why did you even come here?"

"Why? Why?! Because I'm itching to give Akshar a taste of his own shit! I will kick his ass all over the universe, hear me?!"

Skylar let out a sigh. "Will you truly protect Onyx?"

"It's a damn nuisance, truly, but if I don't, Akshar will misuse those powers for his own good!"

Skylar launched a punch with swiftness, only for Azrael to block it with his forearm.

"Sorry, but... Akshar senses everything. He won't spare me if I aid you in safeguarding the first Harakiri threat." He backed off as he spoke.

Azrael's laughter reverberated, rage twisting his features. "Oh, really?! Well, I have always viewed you as a fucking trash! Go and fucking serve Akshar like a dog would do! Go!"

Skylar, composed as ever, moved forward. His demeanor held that same blend of weariness and resolve. His purple eyes and his sword radiated a parallel intensity.