Demon Sovereignty: Retake Our Freedom

[Era of Demonity] Part 61: Changing Universe

Right in the dawn of the Era of Freedom, demonity stands at the threshold of unprecedented possibilities. One wrong move might cause a tsunami.

One wrong move... might cause the end of light.

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... 

SOMEWHERE...

Surrounding the imposing structure lay a world cloaked in obsidian, an eerie sight of shadows and silence. Deep within the heart of a dense forest, a colossal wooden mansion stood, the only illumination emanating from the faint flicker of dark crimson candles scattered about. The night was dense and cold, the cacophonous caws of crows piercing the air, while above, the skies were veiled in pitch-black clouds. This planet, called Akariandra, consisted mostly of sprawling forests, vast lakes, and winding rivers, and concealed the dark enclave of the universe's most clandestine organization—the Red Crown Society.

At the mansion's entrance, an intricately carved wooden panel depicted a crown falling from a God seated on his throne, an eerie sign of the organization.

Intruding through the mansion's massive doors came a statuesque figure, shrouded in a voluminous dark red cloak. The portals groaned in protest, and the cavernous main room lay ensconced in a muggy fog. As she moved further inside, a cascade of dust particles enveloped her.

Her name was Luciana Jackson, a powerful figure within the organization.

Ascending to the highest floor, she approached the sanctum and respectfully bowed before the shadowy presence within. "As per your orders, we've dispatched two hundred scouts—"

Her voice trailed off as the figure interrupted her. "Oh! What took you so long, Luciana?"

"I... I issued the directive as quickly as I..." Her violet eyes quivered with unease.

"Silence!" The boss's abrupt shout was followed by an unsettling grin. He rose from his imposing throne, momentarily illuminated by a bolt of lightning that struck behind the mansion, revealing his menacing, grotesque visage concealed beneath a pitch-black cloak.

Perched on an elevated platform, he descended the steps and, with deliberate slowness, reached out to unveil her hood, his gloved hands grinning mischievously as he locked eyes with her. "Hey, Luciana. As you know, my dream is to reach the peak of the cosmos. To accomplish this, we must dismantle rival organizations and eventually... slay the Gods themselves. You understand, don't you, my dear Luciana?"

"Y... Yes! Boss—"

"Ah, alright then!" he growled. "Prepare the army and go already!"

"S—Sir? W-Where should I..."

"To Hell! Is that not clear enough? I require you to plan an attack on Atlas first!"

Luciana's eyes trembled violently, and beads of perspiration formed on her cheeks. "B—But, Atlas is a powerful—"

The boss' kick to the ground sent shockwaves.

"Listen, Luciana! You continue to breathe because you're a capable subordinate! Do not tempt me to reconsider."

In a hurry, she scrambled to her feet, donned her hoodie, and sprinted out.

THE  HOLY PALACE