The darkness trembled as Kyokai Dantalion's defiant cry echoed throughout the realm.
"You hide behind your petty morals and divine authority," he spat, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You claim to be gods, but you're nothing but tyrants, suffocating the world with your self-righteous whims."
Kyokai's words dripped with venom as he stood before the Council of Seven, his dark magic swirling around him like a tempest.
The gods, resplendent in their celestial finery, gazed upon him with a mixture of disdain and fear.
For they knew that Kyokai was no ordinary mortal – he was the Godkiller, the one who had brought low the pantheon of old.
"'You may have power," Kyokai sneered, 'but I have the power of the people. And with it, I will bring you all crashing down.'"
The air seemed to shimmer with anticipation as Kyokai raised his hand, unleashing a blast of dark energy that sent the gods stumbling back.
But it was too late. The seals were already in place, and with a final, mocking glance, Kyokai Dantalion was banished from the world, trapped for eternity in a prison of his own making.
Countless hours have passed since then.
A soft, gentle voice pierced the darkness, accompanied by the faint scent of rose petals.
"Oh my, I think my little Verael is awake?!"
"Aigoo, my lady. I'll be back, so please take some rest."
The voice was like a warm breeze on a summer's day, a stark contrast to the fiery passion that had once driven Kyokai.
He slowly opened his eyes, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.
A lavish bedchamber, adorned with intricately woven tapestries and plush furnishings, stretched out before him.
"Verael is crying! Verael!!"
A diminutive, golden-haired noble lady rushed to his side, cradling him in her arms. Kyokai's gaze fell upon her, and for a moment, he was taken aback. This was not the body he knew. These were not the hands that had wielded dark magic.
"La-lady!"
The lady's face lit up with a bright smile, and she began to softly sing a lullaby. Kyokai's ears, attuned to the rhythms of dark magic, struggled to comprehend the gentle melody. But as he listened, something strange happened – his heart began to slow, his breathing steadying.
He was Verael, the young daughter of a peaceful noble family. And with that realization, Kyokai Dantalion's defiant cry was silenced, replaced by the soft coos of a child.