Demon Sovereignty: Retake Our Freedom

[Era of Demonity] Part 53: Red Storm

In the depths of beauty lies an unsettling truth: beneath the alluring facade, an eerie undercurrent flows. Like a siren's song, the captivating allure of beauty draws you in, weaving a web of enchantment. But as you venture deeper, you realize that the most bewitching roses conceal the sharpest thorns, and the most mesmerizing melodies can harbor haunting notes. Beauty, at its core, is a delicate balance between the enchanting and the unsettling, where the line between fascination and fear blurs into a mesmerizing dance.

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...

Skylar was on his way when he abruptly halted, an expression of unease washing over his face. The voice of Harakiri Akshar, as well as several other formidable figures had just relayed troubling news.

"The strongest Holy Guard, Rosen, has fallen at the hands of Atlas. I repeat, the strongest Holy Guard, Rosen, the half-archangel who recently attained one of the mightiest God Demon Powers, the Power of Gravity, has been defeated."

Skylar peered ahead and resumed his journey. Rosen, how did you allow yourself to meet your end like this? A being as powerful as you...

Hisa rested on a modest boulder, an air of serenity around him. Half his form was concealed beneath the grass, while snow-white serpents gracefully slithered across his arms and neck. He attempted to rise but faltered, collapsing to the ground.

"Who... Who am I kidding?" he muttered, his voice strained. "My Tenshi consumes... so much stamina..."

The Tree of Life, once vibrant and imposing, now decayed at an alarming pace, disintegrating into ashes. Hisa managed a smile, even a chuckle. "I place my trust in all of you... Finish off all of our adversaries!"

A slight cough, and a trace of blood, and his gaze focused on a solitary star descending from the Heavens. What an unfortunate day... Why did these fucks choose today to invade? Luck has abandoned me, huh? But your smile still keeps me warm, Konami.

Lance leaped into action, his body drenched in blood and fury. "Bring it on!" His battle cry echoed as he confronted Asher head-on, their fists colliding with brutal force, sending shockwaves through the air and propelling them backward.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Lance lowered his hands, his determination unyielding. "Setsu! Konami! Back off!" His palms began to radiate a sinister dark red glow, and the very ground beneath them started to tremble. With a fierce gesture, Lance lifted enormous rocks, each one imbued with fiery energy from his God Demon Powers. He hurled the blazing boulders at Asher, deadly projectiles aimed to end the conflict.

But the archangel swiftly dodged most of the incoming rocks, but one found its mark, passing through an ice clone with devastating effect. In response, nearly twenty identical clones materialized, surging toward Lance.

Set against this overwhelming assault, Setsu and Konami held their ground, their blades flashing in a deadly dance, swiftly severing the heads of the ice clones with precision.

Meanwhile, the real Asher had distanced himself from the fray, his heart pulsing with a wicked purpose. He tore his chest open, retrieving his freshly regenerated heart, and subjected it to a frigid embrace, causing it to shatter. He then coated his sword in his icy blood. "Let me hear your cold voice once again, Kōri!" his voice boomed, as he readied for the next stage of this fierce battle.