Demon Sovereignty: Retake Our Freedom

[Era of Demonity] Part 51: A Group of Love and Black Fire (4) {Hisa's Powers!}

In a world filled with the voices of daily life, there are those who possess a magical gift—the ability to mask themselves away on flights of fancy with but a thought. They are the daydreamers of the universe, weaving intricate tapestries of imagination amidst the mundane, discovering secret realms in the recesses of their minds. In their reveries, they become heroes, adventurers, and romantics, escaping reality's confines to explore the boundless landscapes of their dreams.

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...

PRESENT TIME 

Skylar entered the Shrine of Gods, following the path that led to God Akshar, as he had been summoned by God. Pushing open the massive doors, he stepped inside.

"God Skylar," an echoing voice greeted him from above.

"I am the heart of the universe, tasked with maintaining the delicate balance between Hell and Heaven," the voice continued. "Long ago, a man named Onyx discovered the true purpose of demons before losing his memories. His mission to destroy everything struck fear into the hearts of all. If he were to regain his memories, stopping him would be a challenge. Do you understand? You must cast aside your emotions for Onyx."

Skylar remained silent for a moment, his voice heavy when he finally responded, "Yes, I understand."

"Asher and Rosen have headed toward Atlas. Azrael also seeks to join the battle. What will you do?"

Turning to leave, Skylar nodded. "I'm going, as well. Time to fulfill my duty as the keeper."

LONG AGO

"This is a bit hard to believe," Aiden whispered skeptically as Skylar met his gaze with unwavering assurance. 

"I may hail from the Harakiri clan, but you can trust me. I despise... that wretched clan."

An eerie sensation washed over Skylar, causing him discomfort. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being observed.

Aiden turned away. "It's nighttime. I need some rest... and so do you, Xerxes." 

"I will be leaving, then, Master. A calm mind is also a necessity for any battle."

"I'll inform the others," Aiden declared resolutely as he walked off. "They need to know about you, Harakiri Skylar!"

"Don't use that last name, Aiden."

Skylar seldom slept, often found perched on rooftops, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He wore weathered, tattered clothes, his eyes an eerie shade of bright purple, contrasting with his green aura—a manifestation of his Anti-matter essence. His weapon of choice was Seinaru, an exceptionally long and gray blade, renowned for its razor-sharp edge.

With the arrival of the morning Sun, the world stirred to life. Skylar lay on a rooftop, observing as the night's veil slowly receded.

Suddenly, Kade jolted to his feet, sensing an immense surge of aura emanating from Skylar. "Skylar, huh?!" Kade's body burst into flames. "Who are you trying to fool this time?! Traitor!"

Skylar peered down at Kade calmly. "Deception? You must be mistaken."

"You were one of the Gods who could have killed Onyx that time! Right?! You betrayed us and didn't finish him off!"