"In the game of life, the king may think that he is the strongest, but the one truly in power is the player."
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(POV: Ryomen Sukuna)
(Inside Aiden's office, a while ago)
I sat at the table, my hands neatly placed on my lap as I leaned back, my eyes narrowed as I looked at the man in front of me.
Aiden Arceid, his seemingly unbreakable calm demeanor was unwavering as he gazed out of the window, his body illuminated by the soft glow of the afternoon sun.
However, as our conversation had continued, I could feel the darkness in his eyes growing, something that unsettled me quite a bit.
The tension between us was apparent, it felt as if the air between us was crackling.
"You've been quiet, don't you think?" I said, breaking the silence in the room, my serious expression unchanging as I stared at him.
Aiden chuckled, low and dark, as he continued to stare out the window, his gaze wandering over the city.
"You're quite impatient," he said, finally turning to face me, his eyes gleaming with an unknown, yet malicious glint. "But I did promise that I'd tell you of my plan."
I leaned forward, lifting my hands from my lap, placing my elbows on the table. "That's right, go on."
Aiden took a step forward, slow and ominous. "In England, there are portals... portals to the demon realm."
My eyes slightly widened as I heard this.
Portals to the demon realm are quite rare, as I've read in the confidential documents.
But, I was more surprised about how he knew about it.
I stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.
"The human realm and the demon realm..." he paused, closing his eyes, his lips curling up into a smile. "...will crash, bring chaos, destruction... death to this fragile world."
I felt a chill go down my spine. However, my lips involuntarily curled up. A wave of twisted excitement washed over me.
"Chaos, destruction, death," I repeated his words, my heart beating faster at the thought. "Not a... small plan, is it?"
"No," Aiden said, slowly sitting down opposite to me, the smile on his face not dropping. "It's thorough, centuries of my planning led to this moment."
I mentally raised an eyebrow at this.
Centuries?
Was he hinting that he was hundreds of years old?
I tried to read his expression for hints, but, as always, there was nothing I could decipher.
As I was just about to ask something related to it, he cut me off, as if he didn't want me to address the statement.
"So much destruction, it's almost... poetic, isn't it?" He asked, his lips twisting into a wicked smirk.
This was the most emotion I had seen him show, and it surprised me quite a bit.
"Poetic, truly," I said, my eyes flickering with a dark excitement. "But how do you know they won't find a solution?"
Aiden leaned forward, his smirk only widening. "Humans and demons were created to fight against each other. Their pathetic morals and hope will die in front of them."
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