Linfer stood up, his body still aching, his mind tormented by new troubles. He observed the remains of his army, or what was left of it, as three-quarters had been annihilated in the battle. He had been humiliated, beaten effortlessly by his brother, and he knew that this would forever mark his reputation.
But more than anything, he knew he was stagnating. He clenched his fists, his claws digging into his flesh.
"Reform the ranks! Back to the bastion, then... Direction Elysiums."
...
The Forgotten Era was longer than all the others combined. It was therefore divided into two: Antediluvian and Postdiluvian. While the Postdiluvian was unknown to the mortals of the era of blessing due to its antiquity. But for the Antediluvian, it was unknown to most Elysian and Infernos, and those who knew kept it a secret as it was synonymous with taboo.
On the continent, named BlackStar, the Postdiluvian Forgotten Era was dominated by three great domains: the Astavi tribe, the bandits of the Northern Mountains, and the independent villages of the East. Then came the Infernos. Their arrival did not disrupt much, except for the union of the villages under Linfer's rule, who created the Devil of the East Bastion, and the appearance of ambient mana that these superior beings could wield.
The continent of Elysium, on the other hand, was much more complex, as ambient mana had always existed there. Elysium was divided into two great domains: the White House and the Crimson House, two rival powers in perpetual conflict. The White House was led by a woman with white hair and blue eyes, while the founder of the Crimson House had red hair and red eyes. Each possessed a special flame: the Blue Flame for the White House and the Crimson Flame for the Crimson House. Even the Elysian could not afford to underestimate these two forces.
That's why the Elysian of the North and South coveted this continent, hoping to seize it. But it was the arrival of the Infernos that marked the beginning of the Armageddon Era.
*Armageddon Era*
The most deadly era in the history of the underworld and the scourge of this era...
Leaving his domain, he traveled alone for thousands of kilometers.
Linfer, without drawing attention, settled in one of the large cities on the outskirts of the Crimson domain, which had been attacked by Lilith, a Northern Elysian nicknamed by mortals as the Archidemons of Lies.
*POV: Linfer*
It's been ten years since I've been here, but I decided to keep a low profile. Why? Well, because this continent was well-organized. I won't last long here.
In the south, the armies of Astaroth, Luciel, Raphael, and his brother were clashing, causing the death of thousands of mortals every day. Then there was Uriel, who was taking more and more territory from the White House. And for the Crimson House, it obviously had a border with the White House but also with the city taken by Lilith in the northwest, the territory of Alderbaran, who had come with part of the Astavi tribe in the northeast. And finally, the one nicknamed the Archidemons of Death, Belzebuth.
"Fuck... This would be the last person I'd want to face." I murmured to myself, remembering that he had been able to stand up to my sister without flinching.
I was sitting on a small hill in the distance, looking down at the city below. Breathing the fresh air, my mind calmed. If there was one thing I was proud of, it was that I had finally understood my Law. In fact, I had developed it a long time ago, but I had finally been able to witness my Law, by tasting the blood of a random Elysian that I had killed a few days ago. And there I felt an awakening within me, Devour, it was my Law. Reflecting, I realized that it had nothing to envy of my brother's.
"I can't wait to test it on more powerful prey," I said, laughing like a madman, licking my lips at the thought of my future victims.
But I must remain realistic. The true protagonists of this continent are out of my reach, for now. These mortals, on the other hand... they will make a good start, Minerva White or Luna Crimson.
'What to do...?' I thought, a smirk stretching my lips. 'It's better to wait. Fish in troubled waters, as they say.'
The sun began to set, tinting the sky with a blood-red hue. I lay down on the grass, the breeze caressing my face. For the first time in a long time, I felt... calm. A strange and disturbing feeling.
"Fuck, I'm sick of it... I want to kill so badly!" I shouted, gnawing my claws until they bled.
And then, a thought crossed my mind. Epsilone.
I could feel her presence, thanks to the mark I had left on her. She was a tool, a toy in my hand, she was completely obsessed with me and would be my key piece to overthrow Octavius.
"I wonder what she's doing right now..." I murmured, as the smell of putrid blood entered my nostrils. And there, a crimson fireball was approaching, the heat increasing as the silhouette arrived like a meteorite, landing with a crash, sending out flames everywhere. Even though I was far from the impact point, I could feel the power emanating.
A sinister smile appeared on my face.
"She has finally come... Luna Crimson."
I immediately transformed into a bloody mist.
End of POV
Luna Crimson stood tall, her long auburn hair swaying in the breeze. Her scarlet gown, floating slightly around her, contrasted with the chaos that reigned below. Her piercing eyes shone with madness. There was something almost hypnotic about this woman, a raw power mixed with a raging fury.
'Is she a mortal!?', Linfer thought, observing the scene from a safe distance, transformed into a mist, invisible to everyone's eyes. But something was amiss. A mortal could not exude such an aura, such a destructive fury.
Luna surveyed the carnage she had caused, as if evaluating her work. She spoke in a calm voice, almost cold, with a touch of terrifying indifference.
"These demons have sullied you. So I was forced to kill you."
Her arrival, like a meteorite crashing to Earth, had reduced the entire city to a pile of flaming ruins. Where there had once been houses and markets, only ashes and flames remained. The wind carried the scent of burning flesh, and the agonizing cries of the few survivors were drowned out by the incessant crackling of the fires. The city, once alive, was now nothing but an infernal disorder.