Demon Sovereignty: Retake Our Freedom

[Era of Demonity] Part 59: Spectral! The Walking Vengeance!

The lines between hero and villain are distorted, as the victors rewrite history, casting themselves as noble saviors and their foes as evil incarnate. The Art of War.

It's a place where honor is a fleeting concept, discarded in the face of necessity, and where moral boundaries blur into shades of gray. Here, the darkest corners of the human psyche are explored, and the very essence of humanity is laid bare. Victory comes at a price.

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

The tension in the air was palpable as the confrontation between Spectral and the Gods reached its boiling point. The Harakiri clan leader stood poised and ready, his sword gleaming with deadly intent. Skylar, fully aware of Spectral's simmering anger and the injustices suffered by his clan, knew that the situation was about to erupt into violence.

Spectral slowly raised his blade, its polished surface reflecting his face. With a firm grip, he took a deep breath, the weight of his grievances fueling his every movement.

"The Harakiris," Spectral's voice seethed with pent-up rage. "A clan that dares to lay claim to the cosmos, as if they rule supreme. But that's simply not the case! It's an illusion that must be shattered!"

God Skylar's hand twitched toward his own weapon, but before he could draw it, Akshar restrained him with a simple gesture. The God of Gods remained eerily composed, his eyes locking onto Spectral's with an unsettling lack of emotion. He advanced slowly, unperturbed by the tense atmosphere.

Unable to contain his fury, Spectral unleashed a mighty slash from above to below. The White Death cleaved through Akshar, but the deity's form merely dissolved into amorphous goo, reforming as if the attack had never happened.

A feral, anguished laughter escaped Spectral as he realized the insufficiency of his weapon. Determined to make it sharper, he poured the entirety of his aura into The White Death, bathing it in an ethereal glow. Yet, before he could complete the swing, Akshar vanished and reappeared, catching Spectral's blade and shattering it into countless shards.

his eyes widened from shock, his foresight being rendered useless by Akshar's presence. The God of Gods possessed the ability to nullify S Abilities with the exception of God Demon Powers.

With the force of a meteorite, Akshar's fist hurtled toward Spectral. The impact obliterated the God Demon's face, sending it hurtling through space, nearly bursting from the sheer force of the blow. Blood sprayed as internal organs suffered catastrophic damage, leaving Spectral writhing in agony.

He swayed through the cosmic debris, crashing into celestial bodies, before landing with brutal force on a colossal rock. Nailed to its unforgiving surface, he lapsed into unconsciousness.

Turning away from the defeated God Demon, Akshar issued orders to his guards to repair the damaged shrine wall. They hastened to comply, recognizing the God's authority and his expectations of perfection.

Suddenly, terror gripped one of the guards, and Skylar bore witness to the inexplicable horror unfolding. The very ground beneath them, constructed from marble, erupted like a deadly spike. In a horrifying instant, each guard was gruesomely cleaved apart, their forms mangled beyond recognition.

A white hand emerged from the ground and Spectral rose from the ground with a bored expression. "Woah!" He yawned and cracked his head. "Never thought Akshar was that strong against a clone..."