Demon Sovereignty: Retake Our Freedom

[Era of Old Demonity] Part 58: The God Slasher - Clan Omo (2)

In the elusive theater of conflict, where shadows dance upon the walls of perception, the war of deception unfolds with deliberate grace. Here, the lines that divide truth and illusion blur into oblivion, and the battlefield is as much a labyrinth of minds as it is of blood-soaked grounds.

In this war, the most potent weapons are not those of steel, but the whispered half-truths, the seductive lies, and the enigmatic riddles that weave a web of serendipity. Allies and adversaries become indistinguishable, their intentions masked by intricate layers of intrigue.

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 ominous sight of black clouds shrouded the once-clear sky as rain poured upon the land without an end. But the rain falling from the Heavens was not the only deluge that day—the Omo clan, led by Kentemaru Omo, declared war against the Shan-rai, the most powerful clan known to demonity.

The Omo clan boasted a vast army of millions and millions, and most of them had been resurrected after facing death in previous battles. Their ancient wounds were fading, and their strength was returning.

This enigmatic black magic, said to originate from the God of Life and Death, Harakiri Shissaki, had fallen into the hands of these demons somehow.

After hours and hours of struggle, Kentemaru Omo returned to the clan's main village, drenched in the rain. The scent of dampness permeated the air. His long, gray hair clung to his face, obscuring his features. Observing their leader's weary countenance, the concerned warriors rushed to his side.

"Captain Omo, welcome back!" they greeted, bowing respectfully. "How did the mission go?"

"Mission?" Kentemaru peered at them with his expressions showing nothing but evil. "How can you all be so calm? Our forces suffered a defeat not long ago. Listen carefully... A mightier clan has emerged, seemingly from the shadows."

"Captain, we can overcome them, I'm certain of it. A single defeat means nothing! Our power will triumph."

Omo nodded and continued his journey, accompanied by Siden. The ominous storm had heralded a battle of titanic proportions.

"Siden, what's your take? Can the mightiest power in the known universe crumble someday?" Kentemaru Omo questioned as he strode forward, cloaked in darkness. Only fragments of his face were visible beneath the shadows.

"It depends on the nature of that power," Siden responded, his figure concealed by a black robe. "Physical strength, given time, will inevitably yield to a mightier force. But the relentless power of mastering oneself, the perfect soul energy, endures as long as one draws breath."

With each passing day, the Omo clan sank deeper into darkness. Towering industrial structures reached the Heavens, their peaks obscured by perpetual clouds of poisonous rain. The clan maintained its warriors, equipping them with Moonstone and Bloodstone weaponry, shields, and armor. Also, many resurrected soldiers had transformed into skeletal remnants, compelled to fight. Souls in torment, unable to rest.

Roads deteriorated and buildings crumbled as Kentemaru converted most of the population into warriors. Builders grew scarce. He couldn't believe his senses as a melodious chiming reached his ears. Beneath the nocturnal sky, the whole planet trembled, and an army of fifty thousand horsemen emerged on the horizon. Kentemaru barked orders, warriors took up arms—swords, battle axes, spiked chains—and the Omo clan prepared for battle.