The journey back to Earth felt like a descent into an abyss of unknown horrors. The shadows clung to Thomas as he traversed the cosmic expanse, a journey fraught with the weight of anticipation. The stars flickered like distant memories, casting an ethereal glow upon the vessel that bore the lone traveler.
As the Earth loomed into view, Thomas anticipated the familiar skyline of a city teeming with life. Yet, as he descended into the heart of what should have been a bustling metropolis, a disconcerting silence enveloped him. The buildings, once proud sentinels of human achievement, stood like silent witnesses to a calamity unknown.
The emptiness of the city echoed his footsteps, a hollow symphony of desolation. He moved through the deserted streets, where the wind whispered tales of a world that had ceased to be. The silence was profound, disturbed only by the soft rustling of leaves that danced in forgotten courtyards.
A chilling realization gripped Thomas as he wandered deeper. It wasn't just this city; the entire planet lay in somber abandonment. Earth, once a cradle of life, now bore the scars of unfathomable tragedy. The sun cast long shadows over landscapes that should have pulsed with vitality.
His eyes, now accustomed to the cosmic darkness, searched for signs of life that eluded him. But the universe responded with only a cold and unyielding void.
His wrist computer, black as the endless void, flickered to life. The message, transmitted five days prior, was a haunting revelation. The High Seat of the alliance had issued a desperate summons, a call for an exodus. A plea to abandon the very home that had birthed humanity.
It all began a few days ago when The invaders from the demon domain led by former billionaire, unleashed a tempest of demonic energy into the atmosphere of earth.
all living beings on earth no matter humans, animals, insects, once touched by sin were corrupted and turned into demons.
In the wake of the demonic cataclysm, the sin-infused malevolence took root in the hearts of humanity like a festering wound. The moral restraints that once acted as bulwarks against chaos crumbled, leaving a void eagerly filled by the twisted whims of sin.
Gone were the days of societal norms and ethical boundaries. The streets, once bustling with orderly crowds, now bore witness to the unrestrained indulgence of every dark desire. No deed, no matter how vile or malevolent, went uncommitted.
Chaos reigned for three whole days as the corrupted masses reveled in their newfound freedom from moral shackles. Acts of cruelty and malice became commonplace, a grotesque ballet performed by a society unmoored from its ethical compass.
The air itself seemed tainted by the pervasive stench of sin, a suffocating miasma that clung to the atmosphere. The very fabric of human interaction unraveled as trust disintegrated into suspicion, and cooperation gave way to cutthroat competition.
In the corridors of power, leaders succumbed to the allure of sin, their decisions driven by self-interest and avarice. The once-noble pursuit of governance transformed into a twisted game of power, with no regard for the well-being of those they were meant to serve.
Families, torn apart by the corrosive influence of sin, fractured into factions driven by individual desires. Betrayal became a currency, and loyalty a forgotten relic of a bygone era. The concept of community dissolved, replaced by isolated individuals navigating a world devoid of compassion.
The arts, once a reflection of the human spirit's beauty, devolved into grotesque displays of decadence. Creations born from the darkest recesses of the mind found eager audiences, their twisted allure resonating with the corrupted souls of a society unhinged.
Religious institutions, designed to guide and inspire, crumbled under the weight of sin's influence. The faithful, now bereft of spiritual anchors, wandered aimlessly in search of meaning, finding solace only in the perverse rituals that promised a fleeting escape from the abyss.
In the end, the ones who lost to their demonic instincts fully decayed into wraiths and the same went for the animals who grew a level of intelligence and began lusting for control over the planet.
As for the ones who retained their individuality and reason fought against this crazed world, the once-mighty Adepts faltered, since most couldn't resort to killing their former families, friends and lovers and most were all murdered in battle. The Adept Knights, the newfound armament of the alliance, offered a more robust resistance but found themselves outnumbered and overwhelmed.
Abandoned by fortune, the alliance faced internal strife and external onslaught. Ships, carrying the remnants of humanity, fled to the safety of interplanetary settlements on Mars. Earth, left to the mercy of demonic hordes, became a grotesque theater where sin manifested in the most horrifying forms.
Demonic humans, cats, dogs, and birds roamed the desolate streets, animated by malevolence. A symphony of chaos echoed through abandoned alleys, where once laughter and conversation had thrived. Each being acted upon demonic instincts, an unholy cacophony of sin unleashed upon a forsaken world.
Yet, amid the pandemonium, a strange phenomenon unfolded. None of the demonic entities dared to meet Thomas's gaze. His blood, infused with divine power, invoked an instinctual fear, rendering him an enigmatic figure that sent shivers through their demonic essence.
A gaze of pity lingered in Thomas's eyes as he surveyed the nightmarish scene. Some entities, consumed entirely by their sins, had decayed into middling Wraiths, pitiable remnants of once-vibrant life.
Even as he absorbed their sins, Thomas understood the futility of salvation. Only empty husks remained, devoid of the souls that once animated them. His heart grew heavy with the weight of witnessing the irreversible corruption that had befallen both people and animals.
Despite dealing with the children of pride, he new just fighting was not enough as it was just proved by what he had seen on earth. Without having to fight, the demons managed to have humanity end itself without much trouble and now he was even more worried about his Mother, Clarisse and others on mars.
With a reluctant heart, Thomas ascended from the haunted surface. He traced a course toward Mars, where the remnants of humanity sought refuge. The images of Earth's descent into darkness lingered in his mind, haunting his every thought.