It was a moment of great importance, a time for something previously unimaginable.
We are observing people as they are waiting for Zalmiuth to come. In those people, there were extremely huge and strong Kings and Queens.
Amid anticipation, the crowd beheld the imposing figure of Busox the Barbar, ruler of Ryutoi, his ebony skin contrasting with his long, dark locks and imposing goat horns. Clad in attire both rugged and regal, his presence commanded respect.
Beside him stood Dazrun Tezah, a towering anthro wolf, accompanied by his elegant wife Tyuoshi Koni, a stunning bluebird, representing the nation of Yokkarant.
And amidst them, the vampire couple, Cazimir Aramastus and Ramona Helga of Mastenata, exuded an aura of aristocracy with their pale complexions, striking features, and dark regalia, embodying the essence of power and nobility.
Dazrun looks at her wife "Hmm honey, aren't you a little bored?" He asks as he slowly caress his wife's head
Koni giggles "Honey, Do not worry about me, I can wait a little bit more…And besides, being blessed takes a lot of time to take care of"
Busox laughs "Like your wife said, the more we wait, the more things will get interesting!"
Cazimir smirk "As long as the blessing isn't garbage, I'm all in patience."
Ramona: Fuhuhu~ How rude of you honey…
Huashe glared at the vampires but decided not to say anything not wanting to mind their conversation.
As Dwanus materialized in the heart of the vast chamber, holding Ayla tenderly in his arms, a hush fell over the assembled crowd. With a commanding presence, he addressed the gathering of demons, acknowledging their presence and expressing gratitude for their patience.
"Dearly beloved demons, I extend to you a warm welcome to my son's birthday celebration. Your presence here today is truly appreciated," Dwanus spoke with solemnity and grace, his words echoing through the chamber.
"In the realm of demons, blessings are not merely a tradition but an integral part of every prince and princess," he continued, his voice carrying a hint of reverence for the customs of their realm.
Dwanus turned back and saw his son with his mother as they looked at him. Dwanus nodded at Nildasha.
Meanwhile, we see Nildasha, "Alright Zalmiuth…Are you ready?" She asked as she was holding his shoulder.
Zalmiuth clenched his fist, he lost once. He won't do it again. He slowly looked up and nodded at her mother before walking ahead.
He felt the crowd staring at him as he walked. The eyes were all over him. It was overwhelming and terrifying.
He stops in front of his father and he smiles.
"The blessing will commence," Dwanus declared, his voice resonating with authority as he addressed the gathered demons. With a nod to his son, Zalmiuth, he signaled the beginning of the sacred ritual.
As Dwanus gently lowered Ayla to the ground, she scampered off to her mother's embrace. With deliberate movements, he knelt and placed his handonn the floor, a quiet reverence enveloping him.
In response to his touch, a magnificent pentagram began to materialize, its lines glowing with an ethereal light that cast a mesmerizing aura across the chamber. The assembled demons watched in awe as the symbol of power and tradition took shape beneath Dwanus's command.
Dwanus glanced down at his son with a knowing smile. "Are you ready?" he inquired, his tone carrying a mix of encouragement and expectation.
Zalmiuth met his father's gaze with unwavering determination. "Yes, father," he affirmed, his voice steady and resolute.
With a chuckle, Dwanus stepped back, leaving Zalmiuth standing alone within the confines of the glowing pentagram. As he moved away from the center, he began to chant in a mysterious language, the words flowing with ancient power and purpose.
Zalmiuth eyes widen as he the pentagram slowly glows more. His aura was different, it was strong…Dark.
He then slowly goes down the floor as his brain felt like it gonna destroy, he have to resist, he have to change…HE NEED TO BE POWERFUL.
The room slowly shakes up as the pentagram becomes more and more dark. The chanting was louder and louder.
At last, a huge burst came out the pof entagram, it was dark, emptyand and we could hear the whispers and strange noises.
It had begun.
The Blessing will soon be revealed.
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…
"Wake up Zalmiuth…"
Zalmiuth's eyes slowly drifted open as he slowly woke up. It then suddenly widened as he looked at the scene in front of him.
He was in a dark space, floating in it like a plume. The stars were glowing and the sky were a mix of purple and red. He felt the the strange yet calm air in this lonely place.
But what was even more strange is the strange giant figure looming over him.
Underneath the cloak, the figure's muscular frame rippled with power, every movement hinting at untold strength.
Enormous black horns protruded from the figure's head, curving gracefully before disappearing into the depths of the cloak's hood, their tips shimmering with an
otherworldly sheen.
The cloak itself was not just black, but a deep abyss of darkness, its surface adorned with intricate, barely discernible runes that seemed to pulse with an ominous energy.
"Welcome Zalmiuth." He started speaking, his voice echoed to the strange galaxy.
Zalmiuth: W-who are you and how do you know my name?!
The cloaked man chuckled deeply "Oh Zalmiuth…You don't even know your god himself…Nocturne, the Abyssal Sovereign."
Zalmiuth eyes widened "W-what…"
Zalmiuth had heard of many gods but meeting in what only the most obscure god in the demon world. Nobody…even his father doesn't know about him.
Nocturne: I can see from your face that you have so many questions…But the only things I have to say is…Yes I know and two…I am the cause of what is happening to you right now.
Zalmiuth stood silent "Y-you are the one…who reborn me?" He asks
Nocturne nodded "And it was for good reasons trust me…I have been observing you since you were a child…and of course saw your fail battle." He tilt his head to the side as if it was to mock Zalmiuth
Zalmiuth sigh "No need to remind me…Why did you do this for…"
Nocturne stood silent for a moment "You…interest me."
Zalmiuth: …What?
Nocturne nodded "You possess a unique potential, Zalmiuth. Your journey intrigues me, and I see great possibilities within you. That is why I intervened, guiding your rebirth and granting you a chance at redemption.
"This is…too easy for you to say." Zalmiuth said as he look at Nocturne "As much as I accept the compliment…You seem to want something from me."
Nocturne's laughter reverberated through the ethereal space, sending shivers down Zalmiuth's spine. The Abyssal Sovereign's amusement only heightened the tension in the air, casting a sense of foreboding over their conversation.
Nocturne: Indeed, Zalmiuth. Your intuition serves you well. I have my own desires, my own plans that extend beyond mere observation. But rest assured, everything I do is in pursuit of a greater purpose, one that may align with your own ambitions.
Zalmiuth stood silent as he tries to smell the lies coming from the strange god. Nothing seems to be untrue…he hopes.
Zalmiuth: Go on…
Nocturne's gaze intensified, his dark eyes piercing through the shadows of his cloak as he regarded Zalmiuth with a mixture of curiosity and calculation.
Nocturne: You see…Remember the part where you died by Zudomu…. Let's just say…He also killed me. And took over the Demon World.
Zalmiuth eyes widen as he listen to Nocturne words, he got killed?
Zalmiuth: H-how?!
"This pathetic fool…manages to get a pact with none other than Vulmuadr The God of Dragon."
Vulmuadr.
Zalmiuth had heard tales of this god to be one of the most dangerous and unpredictable god of the demon world.
To learn that Zudomu had formed a pact with such a formidable deity only heightened the gravity of the situation.
Zalmiuth: This…This is insane…How did manage to get himself to him?!
Nocturne chuckled "Vulmuadr has his ways to get what he wants…He knew that Zudomu wanted power…He wanted everything ... Everything!" He clenches his fist.
Zalmiuth's thoughts swirled in turmoil as he struggled to comprehend the weight of his responsibility.
"But... Why me?" he questioned, his voice tinged with frustration and uncertainty. "If everyone disappeared... why didn't you choose someone destined to fail again?" His clenched fist trembled with the weight of his doubts and fears, realizing the enormity of the task laid before him.
Though he longed to put an end to this fiasco, he knew deep down that he couldn't shirk the duty that had been thrust upon him.
"Zalmiuth... this was the past you," the enigmatic figure spoke, its voice resonating with a sense of ancient wisdom and solemnity.
"The past is but a shadow, a whisper of what once was. I chose you not because of your failures, but because of your potential. In every failure lies the seed of growth, the opportunity for redemption. Embrace your past, but do not be bound by it. Forge your own path, and let the echoes of history guide you toward a new dawn."
Zalmiuth look up at the emotionless god, he never knew he would hear those words. Despise his past, he knew that everyone he love are still here…The only thing he need to do…Is to protect them no matter what.
Zalmiuth nodded "Thank you Nocturne…It was comforting."
Nocturne chuckled "No need to mention it…"
He slowly take his hand out of his long sleeve and brought it In Front of Zalmiuth.
Nocturne: Do you accept..?
Zalmiuth gazed at Nocturne's outstretched hand, feeling a mix of trepidation and determination coursing through him. After a moment of contemplation, he met Nocturne's gaze with resolve shining in his eyes. "Yes," he declared, reaching out to grasp Nocturne's hand firmly.
"I accept"
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Back in the ceremony we see Greshma and Nildasha as they were staring at the pentagram.
Nildasha: It sure is taking awhile…
Dwanus stood silent as he was more worried than usual. The others were looking at the pentagram whispering to each other asking what was taking so long.
Cazimir growled in frustration "Okay! What the hell is going on?! This is getting boring!"
Dwanus' eyes glowed as he heard the vampire complaining. Nildasha took his arm as she was telling him to calm down.
As the pentagram slowly disappeared, tension filled the air, and whispers turned to hushed murmurs of anticipation. Suddenly, a massive explosion of purple light engulfed the room, illuminating every corner with its brilliance.
Dwanus's eyes widened in alarm, his usual composure shattered by the unexpected intensity of the light. Without hesitation, he instinctively pulled Nildasha close, sheltering her within the circle of his protective arm as they sought refuge from the harsh brilliance.
The others recoiled in surprise and awe, their previous impatience forgotten in the face of this unexpected spectacle.
The light slowly fades away as Dwanus and Nildasha look at the source of this light. Their eyes widened as they looked up and saw Zalmiuth.
His left eye was glowing purple and the other red. He had two huge horns and his tendrils were bigger than usual.
Cazimir's earlier frustration was replaced by a mixture of astonishment and apprehension as they watched the unfolding scene before them.
Dwanus tries to say something but fails as the scene unfolds.
"... blessing…The God of Space."
End of Season 0