Twilight Aftermath: Kingdom ( Twiath: I )

Chapter 1: Kingdom

A lady with white wings on her left and black wings on her right soars through the sky, her form cutting elegantly through the chaos beneath. But suddenly, a blinding beam of light pierces down from above, searing through her body. The force of it knocks her off balance, and she plummets toward the ground—a ground that's already in ruins.

Below, tall, demonic creatures with massive, leathery wings spread havoc, tearing through everything in their path. Their black flames lick the air, swallowing once—peaceful castles, lush crops, and homes that once stood together in harmony. The world is a battlefield of ash and fire, where every step brings destruction.

I see it all unfold as if I'm standing there myself, my vision pulled toward two children caught in the middle of the devastation. One child wears white—his hair, clothes, even his eyes—radiant and pure, the color of light itself. He's shielded by another child, who is his perfect opposite: clad in black, with hair and eyes dark as midnight. But even in their desperation, even as they huddle close to one another, there is no mercy from the creatures that descend upon them.

The demonic beings lift their cruel, shadowed swords high into the air, and in one swift motion, they bring them down. The blades slice through the children, and at the instant of contact, the sharp edge ignites a black flame that consumes their small bodies, turning them to ash. The fire spreads, hungry and unrelenting, scorching the ground where they stood, leaving only charred earth in its wake.

Above, angelic beings descend with their radiant wings, gliding through the sky like falling stars. But they do not bring salvation. They rain down beams of light that cut through the already burning land, their faces emotionless, detached from the horror they unleash. Below, the demonic creatures wade through the sea of flames, their massive swords tearing apart anything that dares to stand, spreading their destruction further.

And in between them, this land—a haven for hybrid beings, for those who blend angel and human (nephilim), demon and human (cambion), angel and demon (crepuscule)—is being torn apart. The crops, once green and fertile, wither in seconds; the tall structures that sheltered life are leveled to the ground, crumbling into dust. Every flicker of hope, every peaceful existence, every smile and act of kindness—gone, swallowed by the relentless storm of light and darkness, of flame and blade.

Hope, peace, life, coexistence—all fade away in an instant, lost without reason, destroyed without hesitation.

All of this plays out before me, like a relentless, inescapable movie within my dreams, leaving me to watch helplessly as everything is torn to pieces.

"Chiaro! Leave and go to the Avatar Realm!"

The voices ring around me, echoing from all directions, desperate and urgent. Their urgency coils around me like a tightening chain, pushing me to move, to act, to do something-

"Chiaro... the three of you... are our only..."

I whip around, trying to find the source, but it's just flashes of scenes—people shouting, crying, pleading for something I can't grasp. Blood spurts through the air, a red arc across the scene, as a light beam pierces through a figure from behind.

"...last hope..."

And I stand, frozen in the middle of it all, watching these scenes flicker and shift like pages of a chaotic storybook being ripped apart. I can't move. I can't scream. My body feels like it's made of lead, my voice lodged in my throat as I struggle to even breathe.

"Chiaro... promise me you'll live a normal life... out there."

The scenes whirl around me, constantly changing—the light beams, the bloodshed, the despair. It's as if I'm caught in a storm of memories that aren't mine, and in the middle of it all, a voice... a voice like ice, chilling and sharp, pierces through the chaos, cutting into my very soul.