The grand hall of the Seven Sins Demon Palace bore witness to the assembly of the Council of the Ancients. This distinguished body, comprised of seven members, each a direct descendant of the seven ancient demons that laid the foundations of the demon domain, held unparalleled authority. Seated in their designated positions, the ancients exuded an air of ageless wisdom, their forms reflecting the sin forces they had mastered over centuries.
At the head of the table, the Lightning Demon Sovereign Aric presided, a living manifestation of storms. His body was a canvas of mesmerizing lightning stripes, crackling with the electric energy that defined his dominion. His purple eyes, like storm-laden clouds, gleamed with an otherworldly brilliance as he surveyed the venerable assembly.
The meeting commenced with discussions on the current state of the demon domain, the delicate balance of power among the clans, and the ever-shifting alliances. The Deputy Chief of the Law Enforcement Department sought permission for a significant event—the holding of his engagement ceremony within the hallowed grounds of the Seven Sins Palace. It was a customary request, yet the sanctity of the location demanded careful consideration.
The Sovereign, a being with a lightning-charged presence, nodded in acknowledgment. "Permission granted," he thundered, his voice echoing through the grand hall. The Deputy Chief bowed, expressing his gratitude before taking his leave.
The conversation gracefully transitioned to the impending Demon Sovereign Election, an event that occurred once every century. The Sovereign, his curiosity piqued, inquired about the number of candidates recommended. With a sense of ceremony, one of the ancients produced a long scroll, its length indicative of the weight of the decision to be made.
"Nearly ten thousand names," an ancient announced, unfurling the scroll. Each name represented a demon from the esteemed Ten Thousand Clan List. The Sovereign, with a nod, expressed his approval, understanding the merit behind each recommendation.
Then came the second scroll, longer and more unwieldy, a testament to the vastness of the demon domain. The Sovereign, with a practiced hand, signed his approval, acknowledging the responsibility that came with such a task. Fifty thousand names, most unfamiliar, flowed like a river of ink on parchment, their significance fleeting.
However, one recommendation, standing out amidst the multitude, captured the Sovereign's undivided attention. It bore the seal of the Violet Moon Demon Empress, a notable figure despite her clan's distant location. Recent exploits had brought her clan to the forefront, particularly their triumph over the Sonad Clan.
The Sovereign's eyes scanned the document, widening in disbelief at the details that unfolded. An eighteen-year-old demon witch, a peak Demon Emperor with Fire and Earth attributes, possessing what she claims to be a mutated Nine Suns Demonic Body. The grand hall fell silent as the Sovereign processed this extraordinary claim.
"Violet Moon Demon Empress Kallana recommends this demon as a descendant of her long-lost brother, Kez'Ganak," the Sovereign read aloud. The ancients, their expressions ranging from incredulity to fascination, leaned in to examine the peculiar recommendation.
One of the ancient, bearing the Nine Suns Demonic Body, was particularly affected. The Nine Suns Demonic Body was a rare and formidable physique, and the shock of hearing that this young demon possessed an even greater version left him astounded.
"Is this some jest?" the Lightning Demon Sovereign questioned, a note of incredulity in his voice.
The ancients exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disbelief, as if grappling with a revelation that defied the known order of things.
"The Violet Moon Demonic Body is rare enough, but this... this is beyond extraordinary," murmured one ancient, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of knowledge.
A dialogue ensued, the ancients expressing their skepticism and curiosity. "How can an eighteen-year-old possess such power? And the claim of kinship with Kez'Ganak adds another layer of complexity to this revelation."
The Lightning Demon Sovereign, his gaze unwavering, reiterated his command. "Summon the Violet Moon Demon Empress; I would like to see this demon," his voice resonated with authority, echoing through the grand hall.
The command rippled through the Seven Sins Demon Palace, prompting swift action. Seconds later, a subordinate demon returned, his expression betraying a mix of urgency and apprehension. "Sir," he reported, "The Violet Moon Demon Empress has not yet arrived, but she left a note. She states that she will be arriving two days before her engagement ceremony and that she is bringing the one you wish to meet."
The ancients exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing among them. The unfolding events added an air of anticipation to the atmosphere, as if the cosmic currents were conspiring to bring about a shift in the very fabric of the demon domain.
The Sovereign, his eyes still reflecting the lingering surprise, leaned back in his imposing throne. "Very well. We shall await their arrival," he declared, his tone revealing a blend of skepticism and curiosity.
As the grand hall resumed its quietude, the Council of the Ancients continued their deliberations, veiled in a sense of mystery and expectation. The imminent arrival of the Violet Moon Demon Empress and her enigmatic recommended candidate hung in the air, promising revelations that could reshape the very destiny of the demon domain.
In the following days, the Seven Sins Demon Palace bustled with preparations, the air charged with a subtle tension. The grandeur of the palace seemed to amplify the weight of the impending encounter. The ancients, guardians of age-old wisdom, awaited the moment with a mixture of apprehension and intrigue.
Two days before the engagement ceremony, the portal to the grand hall shimmered as the Violet Moon Demon Empress, Kallana, stepped through. She was accompanied by an enigmatic figure, a young demon with purple-orange hair, one amber and one amethyst eye. The Lightning Demon Sovereign, with a nod of acknowledgment, gestured for them to approach. Kallana, her violet eyes reflecting a blend of confidence and respect, introduced the young demon.
"Esteemed Sovereign and Council of the Ancients, may I present Thomas," Kallana announced, her voice resonating through the grand hall, "the one whom I recommend as a candidate for the position of Demon Sovereign."
"Tho'mas?" One of the Ancients inquired, his eyes scrutinizing the newcomer. "Quite an unorthodox name, ain't it?"
"Yeah, sir," Kallana responded with a small smile, "he grew up in the stars as a nomad, traveling from one place until he arrived at our natal land of Zeria. There, he discovered his true origins and found his way back to the demon domain."
Thomas, standing tall and composed, offered a respectful nod to the Sovereign and the Council. His gaze met the eyes of the Lightning Demon Sovereign, the purple stripes across the sovereign's body flickering with a subtle electric charge. The Council of the Ancients, each bearing the unique traits inherited from the ancient demons, observed the scene with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny.
The Sovereign, leaning forward slightly, studied Thomas with piercing purple eyes. "A nomad as a candidate for Demon Sovereign," he mused, "Interesting."
Thomas, unperturbed by the weight of the attention, responded with a calm demeanor. "Greetings, esteemed Sovereign and Council of the Ancients. I appreciate the opportunity to stand before you."
The Demon Sovereign, acknowledging the formality, inquired further. "Tell us, Thomas, is it true you have been to Zeria?"
Already sure of what to speak since he and Kallana practiced for hours, Thomas recounted his journey through the stars, his discovery of Zeria, and the realization of his true nature. As he spoke, the grand hall echoed with the resonance of a tale that transcended worlds.
After two hours, a servant was instructed to guide Thomas and Kallana to their accommodations, leaving the seven ancients and the Demon Sovereign still with wide eyes and gaping mouths. Seconds later, they made sure to send every servant away, allowing them to process the shock each of them felt for what they had just witnessed.
"A demonic deity... Maybe it's not just a fantasy," the Demon Sovereign Aric mumbled to himself. In his long life, he had been to numerous worlds and witnessed myriad cultures. Among those, he found many that believed in all-powerful beings, manifestations of the world itself and its laws. Back then, he thought deities to be just a fantasy, a hope for a higher meaning to existence. However, faced with the living embodiment of such power, he couldn't help but reconsider.