"Everything, was empty. It was cold, dark, and overall empty. I felt nothing, until a voice rang out from the void, saying, "Come to thee, my greatest creation." A sudden light flashed around me, and I felt like I was floating! I couldn't see anything at first, but I felt light tingled on my skin, and I could feel the breeze of the wind blow through me, which was odd because I was used to the feeling of being cold, but this feeling felt so familiar despite the fact that it was my first time feeling such a thing," A kind voice said, they seemed to be in a giddy mood and was explaining their experience to another person.
"Then what happened?" another voice, distinct from the one that had just spoken, inquired. "I opened my eyes and saw a wide grass plain that extended out for hundreds of yards! I sat beneath the shade of a tree, where its leaves flowed across the strong breeze, and there I knew, I was alive," the kind voice remarked softly.
The owner of such a smooth and loving voice was dressed in a white robe with cyan hems. The robe had long sleeves, a hood, and reached to his knees. The shirt beneath his robe, like his slacks, was made of the same fabric and had the same cyan hems. A gold chain with feather motifs wrapped around one side of his pants waist and behind his back. His brown boots extended all the way up to his knees. His skin was porcelain, like a perfectly formed ceramic bowl. His blue eyes were like the boundless skies. His blue hair was as fluffy as the clouds and as fine as threads.
"Great story! Pray, was it? I'd love to hear more of your stories!" exclaimed the other voice, slapping Pray on the shoulder. "But it wasn't just a narrative, it truly happened!" Pray shouted, moving in closer, stressing that it wasn't just a story. "Why would I, the God of Prayers, lie about such a thing?" Pray inquired, making those who had heard his story laugh out loud. Pray would groan loudly and storm out of the restaurant. "Such ignorant people!" remarked Pray as he walked down the street. Pray was the type who was quickly irritated by others and easily stressed out.
Pray would jerk up and come to a standstill in his walk. He'd look about, towards the bustling streets with people walking and carriages drawn by horses, before sprinting into an empty alleyway. "Why are you coming out now? No one is even here!" cried Pray, squeezing his chest as tears welled up in his eyes. He rushed down the alleyway till he came to a halt at a dead end. "P-Please, I was just having fun, why, why, why? Why?" wailed Pray before his body froze. He trembled as he tried to move himself, but it was futile. His head would be jerked upwards, and his eyes would become completely black.
Pray's head and arms would slip down after a few moments of struggle. He'd lift his head, leaping into the air, just as an axe tied to chains would slam against the wall. "Didn't think you'd notice me," a voice whispered from the alleyway's far end, near the entrance. "And why should I not have been able to recognize you? I am a God, a Divine being, not some plain mortal whom you might easily vanquish into the Aerial Lands," Pray would say as he landed on top of the chains and stood up on it.
Pray would raise one arm to the side, and a sword with flames on it would materialize, which he would quickly grasp before it fell to the ground. "How is some random sword going to destroy me? A SSS+ ranked Daemon? I slew gods, divine beings who guard this pitiful universe. I am far more strong than I appear, and you should be afraid of me!" exclaimed the voice, demonic and deep yet loud like an arrogant person full of himself. Pray wouldn't speak, but instead of fast pivot his body towards the Daemon and fling his fiery sword towards it, stabbing it's shoulder.
"Then let me to show you true divinity," Pray stated before charging up to the Daemon. It would immediately draw the sword from its shoulder and swing it at Pray in order to defend itself from the fast-paced God in front of it. Pray would drop his body, enabling the Daemon to miss him by an inch, before leaping up and kicking it in the face. The Daemon whined as it let go of the blade, allowing Pray to grasp it while flying. The blade would transform into a bow formed of shattered bones with blue edges, and Pray would point the bow at the Daemon without an arrow.
"What are you going to do with an arrowless bow?! You have no quiver!" yelled the Daemon as Pray slowly plummeted to the ground. Black tentacle-like figures materialized throughout the alleyway, waiting for Pray to approach close to one of them before gripping him tightly. "Of course," Pray grinned as he drew back the bowstrings, and a blue, blazing arrow began to appear at the tips of his fingers on the bowstrings. Pray charged the bow for a while, allowing it to flame brighter with each second, before releasing the strings and shooting the Daemon in the head.
"I'm showing you true divinity," Pray whispered, a smirk on his face. Pray knew that such a simple deed wouldn't be enough to kill the Daemon, but he had another plan. Pray would land on an invisible platform in the air, not on the earth, for he knew better than to let those tentacles touch him. "Such things disgust me," Pray said as he looked at the tentacles. The Daemon would raise its head towards Pray and yell, "Get down here and fight me!" while extending its arm, and fire would shoot from the end of its palm, speeding towards Pray. "Is this what an SSS+ ranking Daemon is capable of?" Pray remarked coldly.
"Quite pitiful, if you ask me," Pray continued as the fire that was speeding towards him broke into small ice particles and fell to the ground. "What is going on?" mumbled the Daemon, perplexed as to why its regular, powerful powers had suddenly stopped working. "Have you not noticed?" Pray said, his face wide with amusement. "What do you mean? What have you done to me?" the Daemon would ask.
"Daemon's powers would be removed by thousands as soon as they were in the presence of a true divine God!" Pray said before laughing out loud. He considered the entire scenario amusing, and his laughter would enrage the Daemon much more than he already was. "How... DARE YOU!!" shrieked the Daemon, transforming into a slimy, thin, and black creature that stretched across the buildings. Strangely, usual passers-by had vanished, and the skies were as gray as they were before it rained.
The Daemon swung an arm at Pray. Pray said, "Divine Power, Iced Tundra, a Shattered Battlefield," causing ice to appear in front of him and freeze the Daemon, preventing his hands from reaching him. "What the?!-" shouted the Daemon, perplexed because magic does not always effect him. Daemons are immune to magic, which is why they prefer to defeat these creatures with Holy Weapons. With this form of Pray's Divine Power, he is able to freeze anything, including people who cannot be frozen.
Pray's robe blew in the breeze as he expelled frigid air from his mouth. "May the devil within you be cleaned of all evilness," Pray whispered, his head bowed. The Daemon attempted everything it could to break free from the ice prison, but its magic couldn't compete with Pray's, but it didn't give up. "Let off of me, and fight me like a man!" shouted the Daemon. Pray extended his hand, fingers spread, towards the Daemon. "I am God, not a man," it said, its eyes gleaming. A dazzling blue light blazed above the dreary clouds for a single second.
Blue icey arrows rained down from the skies, widening the Daemon's eyes in surprise. The arrows pierced the Daemon, leaving no part of it unpierced. The Daemon moaned in agony as black liquid resembling blood poured from its wounds. His hand reaches for the sky. The Daemon cracked like glass, transforming into red particles that vanished into the air. Pray would jump back down to the ground after the Daemon had vanished. He landed with his head down for a little moment. When he lifted his head, the sound of people conversing, the sound of carriages hitting the cement ground, and the dazzling sunlight from the sun would return.
Except for a massive dent in the wall, it appeared that none of the previous battlefield's attacks were present. Pray looked around for a moment before standing up and exiting the alleyway. The reason for the previous battle's onslaught was because Pray moved himself and the Daemon into another dimension to keep mortals from learning about this incident. Gods usually do this to safeguard mortals. This occurred after Pray shot the Daemon in the head with an arrow.