Demon Sovereignty: Retake Our Freedom

[Era of Old Demonity] Part 57: The God Slasher - Clan Omo (1)

In the desolate depths of emotions, there exist those who bear a chilling burden—the mantle of demonic killers. Their existence, a tragic symphony of sorrow and sacrifice, is a testament to the relentless pursuit of salvation amidst a malevolent abyss. 

Each strike, each confrontation, is a tragic ballet of despair and redemption. For they are not mere executioners; they are the tortured heroes of a world teetering on the precipice of damnation. Their lives are a requiem, a mournful lament for the souls they've sent into oblivion to protect the fragile flame of hope.

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...

"Yeah, the Sagakiri Family is close by... So I wanted to avoid causing unnecessary commotion throughout the cosmos," Shissaki spoke in hushed tones through Astral communication to God Akshar, maintaining a steady composure. "I could have eliminated the young one, but..."

"No, you did the right thing. Even if you had taken him out, his powers would have surfaced elsewhere, perpetuating the cycle," Shissaki heard Akshar's soft chuckle. "Asher and God Skylar have informed me on everything. Return. We can't afford any missteps, Shissaki. We're not malevolent. We're not in the wrong... We're merely preserving the balance between the realms of Heaven and Hell. We can't allow demons to sow chaos."

"Absolutely." The God of Death and Life rose to his feet and continued toward the shrine.

Lance stood frozen, his mind existing in nothing but a tumultuous storm. The sight before him pierced not just his soul but shattered his very will. His heart ached with unbearable pain, rendering him speechless in the face of such overwhelming emotional turmoil.

"Hey, Ryn! Time to wake up! No more napping, ha ha!" Hamaraki looked down at Azrael, a sly smile on his face. "Hey!"

He just lay on the ground, his every expression giving others nothing but feelings of boredom. "It's you." Slowly, he raised his head, and his body flew up. "Ah, shit! You wouldn't believe it. All this time, I thought the masked demon was powerful..."

Lance's composure crumbled as he broke down in tears. "Ryu... Ryugan!" His fists pounded the unforgiving ground, and his cries echoed loudly. "You! You said you wouldn't leave us!" 

Ryugan's body lay lifeless on the cold rock in the middle of nowhere, his head bearing the grim mark of Shissaki's God Blades. His aura had dissipated, his energy extinguished.

With a bored grin, Azrael brushed off his shoulders and straightened his body. "I hate to admit it, Lance, but there's no saving him. He fought like a true warrior! He gave his life to protect your organization." Azrael closed his eyes and turned away from everyone. "If it weren't for him, more of your comrades, including you, Satou Lance, would have perished."

The cosmic wind rustled through their ears as if paying its respects to him, and the world seemed a little dimmer without him. 

Hamaraki gazed into Azrael's eyes, her expression a mix of confusion and surprise.

"What's the matter, woman?!"

"It's just strange to hear you speak like this."

"Sh—Shut up! Can't a man's heart change for a moment?!"