Demon Sovereignty: Retake Our Freedom

[Era of Demonity] Part 63: Sword of Blaze

Within her, beats a heart, once vibrant, now frail,
Ensnared by love's echoes, a melancholy tale.
Yet, within her, a flicker, a yearning flame, 
A lingering hope, though love's wounds remain.

For in the ruins of love, flames may arise,
From the ashes of heartbreak, new dreams come forth.
In the tapestry of love, a new chapter is born aflame,
In the corridors of her heart, love haunts us all.

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...

SEVERAL DAYS LATER SINCE THE LAST TIME

"You should already know why I am here. My purpose shall be clear. Deliberately, you dispatched weak soldiers to tail me to the shrine, didn't you, 'Boss'? A pitiful endeavor—they all met their demise within fleeting seconds." The voice resonating in the air belonged to none other than Spectral, who had just set foot on the planet Akariandra and confronted the elusive leader of the Red Crown Society.

"What?! Weak?!"

With a blink, Spectral materialized next to the throne, deftly grazing the boss' face with the White Death. "I really have no time for babbling, unveil your identity. I shall not work for someone that won't show itself."

Laughter echoed through the chamber. "Me, disrobing this cloak and revealing myself, would incite... chaos."

"The world wallows in chaos as we speak. This changes nothing. State your name. Or else, I shall extinguish your insignificant life right here and now, Boss of the Red Crown Society."

"You're an unbearable pain, you know, Kentemaru."

"K... Kente... Maru?! How do you..." Furrows etched deep lines on Spectral's forehead, and his piercing eyes, which were usually sharp with resolve, now showed a flicker of nothing but uncertainty. "Who are you? Who?"

The boss leisurely shed his cloak, casting it aside, and revealing his wide, black wings.

"You fucking—"  His eyes widened in disbelief, the pupils dilating as if struggling to understand life itself. Spectral almost lost himself in the process, barely holding himself straight. He took a step back, holding his arms in front of his whole chest and face as if he was trying to block an incoming attack.

"Indeed, Kentemaru. My apologies for not revealing my identity sooner. It is undeniably me—Aloyo Siden."

Quickly, Omo Spectral sheathed his sword, a laugh of uncertainty escaping him. "My comrade... I remember you clearly..."

SOMEWHERE

The desolation of the planet sprawled before them. Abandoned and contaminated by radiation, the former bustling world now lay in ruins. Five demons treaded through the wreckage, their presence marking them as key members of an organization with grand aspirations—the Guild of Bloom, now known as the most intelligent and the most powerful organization ever. Their scientific knowledge is about a million years ahead of the current era.

This organization harbored the audacious belief that it could dismantle the established order of Gods and archangels. Renowned for its modernity, the Guild of Bloom has conquered seven planets so far, erecting colossal cities. In a unique departure from tradition, they wielded not just swords but also guns, utilizing moonstone and bloodstone bullets capable of harming even their kind—demons.