Demon Sovereignty: Retake Our Freedom

[Era of Demonity] Part 68: Grief

Two eyes with the shades of brown and green meet,
A tale of sorrow, written within the stars of despair,
Their love, a constellation once bright with aspiration,
Now echoes like whispers, suspended in starlight.

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...

ABOUT TWO HOURS LATER SINCE THE LAST TIME

As centuries passed and countless clans came to be, S.S.O.G. still remains as one of the most powerful and influential clans of demons and angels. They are one big family, hope to their close ones, but a deadly beast to others. They are an enigmatic faith, their influence sowed deep within the hearts of all.

Despite Atlas and Sagakiri Family being one of the strongest organizations out there, they stood no chance against their might. Sagittarius proved to be a powerful figure as well as Gemini.

The head of Atlas, Satou Lance, burned with a rage that transcended mere anger. The abrupt kidnapping of Saito not only fueled his fury but also fueled a deeper concern—the possibility of the S.S.O.G. harnessing and weaponizing his dangerous powers. 

As the times changed, Atlas saw the true nature of the shrine. A lot of strong opponents lingered there. Kazuri was sure that Sagittarius was a member of the famous clan which has been told about many times. Countless books have been written about them. There are countless stories revolving around them, Kazuri spoke to himself. They are the strings of the cosmos.

Did they extract the powers from Onyx? Fuck. That would lead to his death, Satou Lance said. As he buried his face into his palms, he felt a wave of chills around his whole body. Upon bursting his eyes wide open, his hands started trembling as cold sweat covered him. Slowly looking to his right, he saw Azatara staring at him without even moving an inch. "Aza— What do you... want?"

"Ah, Satou," nonchalantly spoke the butler as he moved forward and greeted Lance with a smile. "Want us to storm the shrine?"

As they gathered to strategize, the task at hand loomed perilous. Storming the shrine, the heart of the divine stronghold, was a difficult task. Outside, it is guarded by the angels and Holy Guards, but outside, it's guarded by the leaders.

"Lance, if we alert even a single guard there, one of the Gods might confront us," spoke Misora. "I don't wanna be involv— I mean, I don't want to throw my life!"

Closing his eyes and bringing his hand closer to his mouth, Azatara took a deep breath and smiled proudly. "Do not worry." He gently and slowly opened his eyes and calmly looked into Kazuri's eyes. "My powers will help us. You have no idea how many spots I have marked near the shrine, and here, too. I can teleport myself and anyone at any given moment."

"Near the shrine?" questioned Yuki, Kazuri's Sister. "When did you manage to—"

"Ah, do not worry about that."

RANDOM PLANET—FAR AWAY FROM THE SHRINE

"Look at that moon, a radiant gem in the desolation of this frozen world. Its glow mirrors the hues of a serene sky, casting its ethereal light over a landscape devoid of life. Despite the chilling emptiness, the moon shines with a beauty that defies the cold grasp of this planet."

A solitary figure stood tall upon a frozen metallic column, a relic of a time when demons once roamed this icy planet. 

A mighty wind swept across the nameless planet, carrying with it swirling torrents of snow, a severe blizzard that claimed dominion over the icy ball.