Dark Rown Empire

Ren

In the eternal depths of Hell, where fire and brimstone ruled and the air was thick with the cries of the damned, Ren once went by another name-Rouge, the Primordial of Life and Balance. Though Hell was a realm of chaos and destruction, Ren had always stood apart, balancing compassion with the raw intensity of his fiery nature. He was both a healer and a destroyer, one who understood that life and death were part of the same cycle. His skin, often kissed with a faint glow of red, reflected the simmering power within him.

As a high general in Lucifer's army, Ren commanded legions with the kind of passion and dedication that made him a force to be reckoned with. Yet, for all his strength, there was something else that weighed on him-a secret he harbored deep within. He had always admired Blanc, the cold, calculated primordial whose ice-blue presence stood in stark contrast to Ren's fiery nature. Blanc, the Primordial of Knowledge, moved through life like the quiet snow, untouched by emotion or heat. Ren, despite his fiery, to-the-point demeanor, couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He had never told Blanc, though. His feelings were locked away, buried beneath his fierce loyalty to the mission and to Hell.

One day, Lucifer summoned Ren and his two most trusted companions, Mavi-now known as Toffee in the Overworld-and Blanc. The Morningstar's orders were absolute. They were to watch over his son, who had been sent to the mortal world. This son held the potential to rise as a future ruler of Hell, but he was also vulnerable to both Heaven and Hell's schemes. Their mission was to watch him and make sure he didn't create too much trouble for Lord Lucifer.

So Ren, along with Toffee and Aki, crossed the boundary into the Overworld, disguising themselves as mortals to blend in. Toffee became a gentle protector, her icy blue skin and aura barely noticeable among humans. Aki, as cold and calculating as ever, remained vigilant, always thinking two steps ahead. And Ren-now going by his mortal name-tried to adapt to this strange new world, where life thrived and balance hung in delicate threads.

But not long after arriving in the Overworld, Ren was approached by a figure of great power-Madame Lilith, the ancient queen of demons. She was known throughout Hell as a force of her own, neither fully aligned with Lucifer nor bound by Hell's laws. Her influence stretched far, and her motives were often shrouded in mystery. When Lilith came to Ren, she brought with her a chilling command.

"I have a task for you, Ren," she said, her voice smooth as silk but with a dangerous edge. "Lucifer's son-if he fails in his purpose, if he does not collect the souls I need for my army-then you must kill him. His failure will not be tolerated."

Ren stared at her, stunned. Kill Lucifer's son? The very child they had been sent to protect? His thoughts raced as he struggled to process the weight of this task. He knew that Lilith's demands were dangerous, and her power was immense, but the conflict inside him was undeniable. His loyalty to Hell, to Lucifer, was unwavering, but his sense of life and balance tugged at him. This felt...wrong.

"How can you ask me to do this?" Ren asked, his voice low and intense, his fiery nature barely restrained. "I was sent to protect him, not destroy him."

Lilith's eyes gleamed with an unsettling calm. "Loyalty is above morals, Ren. The boy must succeed, or he is of no use to any of us. And if you wish to remain in Lucifer's good graces, you'll remember that."

Ren clenched his fists, the heat of his emotions barely contained. But he knew that his loyalty to Hell would always outweigh any personal moral qualms. He had been bred for this, after all-obedience to the infernal hierarchy was the core of his existence. Still, the order left a bitter taste in his mouth. How could he, the Primordial of Life and Balance, be the one to take a life so crucial, so intertwined with the fate of Hell itself?

Ren left Lilith's presence feeling conflicted but resolved. He couldn't allow himself to question his duty-not now, not ever. As much as the thought troubled him, he would follow Lilith's orders if it came to that. Still, he couldn't shake the weight of what he might have to do, and worse-he would have to hide it from Toffee and Blanc, especially Blanc.

In the days that followed, Ren struggled to remain focused on their mission. Protecting Lucifer's son became a delicate game, all the while knowing that his loyalty to Lilith could be called upon at any moment to end the boy's life. Meanwhile, his feelings for Blanc only deepened. He found himself drawn to the cold and calculated primordial even more intensely, as if seeking refuge in Blanc's calm while his own mind churned with inner conflict.

One night, as the three of them sat under a starless sky in the overworld, Ren finally spoke to Blanc, unable to keep his thoughts locked away any longer. "Blanc," he said, his voice quieter than usual. The fire in him banked but still glowing beneath the surface. "I need to tell you something."

Blanc's icy blue eyes turned toward him, cool and unreadable as ever. "What is it, Ren?"

Ren hesitated, the weight of his feelings for Blanc nearly overwhelming him, and the burden of Lilith's task pressing down on his chest. "It's-" He stopped, unsure whether to confess his feelings or the darker truth of his secret mission. He swallowed hard, the words tangled in his throat. "It's nothing," he said finally, looking away, his resolve faltering.

Aki watched him, silent and unreadable, but Ren could feel his eyes on him, cold as the void. Ren stood, the fiery turmoil inside him threatening to break through. His loyalty was above all things, even love, and now, as his heart wavered between his duty to Hell and his feelings for Blanc, Ren realized just how fragile the balance of life and death truly was. And it was a balance he might soon be forced to break.