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The Obsidian Path

The Obsidian Path

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For fifty years, the world bled. The Ouranios Alliance crushed the demonic Daimonas, ushering in an era of uneasy peace. But from the ashes of defeat, a single spark of vengeance ignites. Nyx, son of the fallen Daimonas leader, swears an oath: to tear down the victors and avenge his people. His journey into the dark arts begins with a single, ancient grimoire, but the path to omnipotence is paved with blood, betrayal, and the ghosts of a war that refuses to stay buried. Will Nyx become the savior his people crave, or will his thirst for revenge consume him entirely?
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Prologue

Fifty years. Fifty years of screaming, of the earth trembling under marching boots, of the sky choked with the greasy smoke of burning homes. For fifty years, the Ouranios Alliance – the Voreios, Notos, Anatol, and Dysi sects – had been locked in a brutal war with the Daimonas Alliance, a terrifying force that seemed to draw power from the very shadows. They called it the Fifty Years of Depression, a name that barely scratched the surface of the pain it had caused.

Finally, the Ouranios Alliance had won. The demonic armies were scattered, their strongholds reduced to rubble, their leaders dead. The world breathed a collective sigh of relief, celebrating the long-awaited arrival of peace. But in the ruins, hidden from the jubilant crowds, a small group of survivors nursed a burning resentment.Deep within the shattered remains of a Daimonas fortress, a secret sect of fifty souls huddled together, their faces etched with grief and fear. At their head stood Nyx, a young man barely out of his teens, his eyes holding a cold, hard light that belied his age. He was the son of Azrael, the fallen leader of the Daimonas Alliance, the last of his line."They think it's over," Nyx whispered, his voice rough with disuse and choked with emotion. He paced restlessly, his hands clenched into fists. "They celebrate their victory, blind to the darkness they've created. They think they've put out the fire, but they haven't seen the embers glowing beneath the ashes."He looked at the faces around him – mothers who had lost children, children who had lost parents, all bound together by the shared trauma of loss. "They butchered our families, stole our homes, and tried to erase us from history. But I swear," his voice rose, filled with a raw intensity, "I, Nyx, son of Azrael, swear on the memory of our fallen that I will make them pay. I will tear down their precious cities, drown their lands in their own blood, and wipe them from the face of the earth. I will become powerful, beyond anything they can imagine, and from that position of strength, I will rain down vengeance upon the Ouranios Alliance."It wasn't just a threat; it was a promise carved into his very being, fueled by the agonizing pain of loss and an all-consuming need for justice. This was the start of Nyx's dark journey, a path paved with difficult choices, heartbreaking sacrifices, and a relentless pursuit of power.