Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion

At the battlefield…

The Angel cursed, his face twisted with rage, while Void simply grinned. Slowly, more and more onlookers gathered. For Void, he realized these were the planet's residents. Compared to the rest of this world's inhabitants, their auras were immense but to him and the Angel, they were no more than dust.

Insignificant.

So neither of the titans paid them any attention.

"Barbaric? You're damn right," Void said, his voice steady and unflinching. "Demons are barbaric creatures but we're not hypocrites. We don't hide behind righteousness. We deceive. We lure souls with our contracts. We don't take planets to rule we erase them. We are not conquerors… we are destroyers. But at least, we embrace our chaos."

His four crimson eyes glared into the angel's.

"But what about you angels? What are you really?" he asked, venom in his tone.

The Angel hesitated.

He couldn't answer.

"You don't even know? I thought you were supposed to be saviors, protectors of all existence. But look at you...silent. And you DARE TO CALL ME BARBARIC!!!?" Void's voice thundered with laughter, relishing the moment.

The Angel gritted his teeth.

"No matter what you say," he snapped, "it won't change the truth. Demons are killers. You destroy everything you touch. You live without law, without restraint." His voice was filled with disgust.

Void smirked. "Where there is creation, there must be destruction. For existence to be real, there must be balance. Good and evil. Light and dark. Creation and erasure. We are the destroyers. And through destruction… creation begins anew. And vice versa."

The Angel's eyes narrowed.

Boom!

He didn't want to argue any longer, perhaps he couldn't. What could a demon possibly know beyond chaos?

He launched an attack, this time targeting Void's head with all his strength, imbued with divine law. If it hit, he was certain the demon...this mere middle realm Rank 3 being would be obliterated, body and soul.

Meters turned to inches.

The Angel smiled, confident.

"He probably can't even comprehend my current speed," he thought. "After all, he's nothing but a middle-rank demon."

The attack landed.

BOOM!

PAOW!

The sound was deafening, like thunder and an explosion merged into one. A massive cloud of dust rose, briefly blocking the spectators' view.

"What happened?!"

"I don't know... I think the holy being struck the demon!"

Whispers filled the air.

Among the crowd was Meka, standing beside the beautiful and calm Shera.

"Shera, what do you think? The holy being won, right?" Meka asked. After all, everyone had seen it: the angel had moved at an impossible speed, crossed the battlefield in an instant, and landed a crushing blow.

The shockwave left deep craters around them. Surely… that had ended it?

Meka clenched his fists.

"If I want to defeat Shera and win her as my bride I must be stronger. Maybe that holy being is from some divine race that awakened through this evolution.... I need to make contact with him…"

But Shera, ever composed, said quietly, "In battles like these, believe half of what you see… and half of what you feel. Reality might be very different."

Meka's expression changed. He turned back toward the battlefield.

Gasps erupted around him.

"He… he tanked it?!"

At the center of the battlefield stood Void unharmed. Not a scratch. Still standing, still calm.

And at the center of his forehead… the Angel's fist.

"Impossible…"

The Angel stumbled backward, his face pale with disbelief.

"That attack… it could've severely injured even another high Rank 3 being! How?!"

Everyone watching was stunned. Including Meka.

How strong is this being? he wondered.

Of course, the onlookers couldn't understand the earlier conversation between Void and the Angel. Their language ,ancient and forbidden was incomprehensible. Yet by appearance, many assumed the Angel was the righteous one, and Void the evil.

They weren't wrong.

But there was far more to the story.

Meka turned toward Shera. She had been right again. Now, a quiet fear began to bloom inside him.

Is this why she's the strongest human alive...?

Back at the battlefield…

"I told you," Void said calmly, a wicked smile across his face, "you'd witness the true power of the Primordial Demon Body."

He walked forward slow, steady, unstoppable.

The Angel took a step back. Horror filled his face.

"No... I refuse to believe this. An illusion! Yes, that's all this is…"

But no matter how far he retreated, Void's distance never changed. He was still there. Always moving toward him.

In desperation, the Angel summoned his divine sword and slashed at Void's neck.

CLANK.

CLANG.

Two sounds rang out.

The first was the sword hitting Void's neck.

The second... was the sword breaking in two.

The Angel's eyes widened.

Fear gripped his immortal soul.

For the first time in millennia, he felt the real fear of death not oblivion, but the terrifying knowledge that he would be forced to reincarnate… and perhaps wait eras to regain his strength and memories.

This was worse than death.

"What… what is this? A Primordial Demon Body? This is.....this is bullshit!" the Angel cried out, madness in his voice.

Then he turned to flee.

His body surged with power, breaking even the infinite space laws Void had placed around them.

In a blink, he was gone.

Void looked up, watching the horizon where the Angel vanished.

He made no move to chase.

But his red eyes narrowed.

And then...he smiled.

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"That demon... I must inform the Seraphim."

The angel thought to himself as he moved swiftly, easily losing track of Void behind him.

Eventually, he arrived at Heaven.

*****Heaven

At a colossal gate, two towering angels with eight wings each stood guard. Their auras radiated pure might as they crossed two glowing spears in front of him.

"Why have you returned?" one of them asked coldly.

The angel immediately dropped to one knee.

"Kilu of the Third Watch, requesting audience with the Grand Seraphims. I bring urgent news," the angel said solemnly.

The gatekeepers exchanged glances.

"It concerns the war in the Abyss," Kilu quickly added.

At that, the two angels moved aside without another word. Kilu bowed in thanks and entered swiftly.

Inside, a vast, radiant chamber stretched beyond comprehension. At its center was a round table occupied by several mighty Seraphim,each a Rank 4 being with overwhelming presence. Their gaze alone felt heavier than gravity, and though none of them released any aura, Kilu felt as though he was being crushed under cosmic pressure.

To them, his true form was barely the size of a speck of dust compared to the scale of a multiverse.

"Report, Kilu," one of the Seraphim said, voice calm yet sharp.

"Why did you abandon your post on the battlefield? You know the punishment for desertion is death."

The tone was indifferent, but the weight behind the words was undeniable.

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