Angels—the main race of Heaven, born from the tears of the universe itself. With wings as vast as the skies and eyes reflecting the depth of the cosmos, these guardians of eternity traverse the whole world in an instant.
Yet, angels are bound to the celestial order, cursed with the awareness of the fleeting nature of mortal life.
On the war-torn planet of Atlas, a tense calm settled over the battlefield. The fierce combat had dwindled, leaving the leaders brutally battered and on the brink of defeat. Ryugan and Azatara exerted auras so powerful that they controlled their adversaries' auras and also made regeneration difficult for all. Sagakiri Kazuri lay amidst the rubble, his body eerily distorted from the war. Beside the shattered remnants of trees and fallen comrades, Satou Lance was lying down, his whole head nearly obliterated. Among them, Harakiri Raxus endured the gravest injuries, yet he rose, his lips curling into a sinister smile. "H... H... Hey! Y—You won't be taking Onyx t—that easily, you know."
With a blast of rebellious energy, Raxus' aura exploded like a bomb, scattering debris and shaking the ground beneath. Despite his deep wounds, he growled with the ferocity of a cornered beast. "I REFUSE!" Blood spattered from his lips as he spoke. "I refuse to fall down!"
Yet, Azatara was cool and composed. Adjusting his attire, he gently closed his eyes with a smirk. "How amusing. Shadow demons never fail to amuse me, especially Azrael. Your aura is so damn strong, but your body is weak, Harakiri. Oh, also... We didn't kill them..." Opening his eyes calmly and nonchalantly, Azatara now had the eyes of a snake, precise and deadly, red and orange. "They are not worth our time."
"That's right," Ryugan added, his red eye gleaming ominously from behind his mask as his tone dripped with wrath. "They're beneath our consideration."
In response, Raxus unleashed a scream of anguish and fury and instantly, his mouth stretched all the way to his bloodshot eyes. His cry shattered the remaining glass in the ruins, his aura quickly morphing into a dark red and purple tempest that pierced the Hell below. The raw power of his spirit unleashed fierce winds and sent shockwaves rippling through the air.
"Oh, please! That's wild. Your companions are wavering on the edge of death," Azatara's voice rang out, laced with a gentle yet mocking tone, as he flashed a kind, taunting smile. "Don't try to finish them off in accident."
Just in an instant, Raxus' dark fist rocketed toward Ryugan, breaking the sound barrier. Their collision unleashed a maelstrom of raw energy, the impact sending sonic booms far and wide. When the dust finally settled, the stark difference in their powers was unmistakable. Ryugan stood unscathed, effortlessly halting Raxus' punch with just the palm of his right hand, a laugh bubbling from his throat.
Murakami Kazayamara erupted in laughter, his voice booming across the battlefield. "Hey, hey, now! Don't get ahead of yourself, kid," he taunted. "It doesn't matter how skilled you are with your God Demon Powers of Darkness when you're up against their creator."
"Wha—What... Did you just..."
In a precise, devastating motion, Ryugan's leg whipped out, nearly decapitating Raxus and hurling him to the ground with the force of a crashing meteor. Dust billowed up as Raxus hit the ground hard, vomiting more blood.
Without wasting any more time, Ryugan turned to Azatara as his demeanor shifted dramatically. "Let's move on, partner Azatara." His voice was cool and resolute, signaling the end of the confrontation and the beginning of the next step in their vast plans.
THE COSMOS—RIGHT ABOVE PLANET AKARIANDRA
"Hey! Hey! What's going on here?! Ha?! Omo?!" Siden taunted, his laughter echoing within the area of his clash with Spectral. "What's the matter, Kentemaru? Can't grasp the truth before you? Can't believe your eyes? I, Murakami Kazayamara, have unleashed countless identical clones of myself—each with their own faces, personalities, and entire identities! You'll never truly know me. You'll never distinguish friend from foe!"
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Demon Sovereignty: Retake Our Freedom
FantasyDemons are mysterious beings that can blend into their surroundings and appear as regular humans. They are believed to reside in space and do not require sustenance like food, water, or air. The origin of demons and God Demons remains a mystery and...
