Everyone's attentions, just like the land and mass, was pulled by the still growing black dot. By now, it was big enough to cast a looming shadow, causing peoples to feel as if the night has arrived.
The terror was palpable.
But it didn't last long.
Soon their attentions are shifted below. After all, that thing had taken so much from the ground. How'd the earth below them looked by now?
One of them tried to look… and just like Tom current's expression, they were shocked.
The sight was far too unbelievable.
Ruin? NO!
Far down below, a magnificent structure was revealed.
The King of Babel statue, once believed to be the heart of capital, was revealed to be a moss of a merely the tip of a colossal structure buried beneath the earth.
As the dust rumbled and settled, a massive, five-hundred-meter-tall throne, carved from mysterious blackest material rose from the earth to the heaven like a monument of ancient glory. A long triangle blood-red road was stretched before it, and surrounded by six grand castles few kilometers in six directions from its base, each one unique in design and exuding an aura of ancient mystical power.
The throne itself was adorned with intricate carvings of mystical rune and celestial patterns, and its colossal size dwarfed everything around it.
The demons were stunned, speechless upon this sight.
Something began overriding their fear.
Wonder? Yes.
Confusion? Surely.
But even more than that...
For the first time in centuries, the Demonland stood united in a single emotion—AWE.
For a moment, they forgot about their situation, some even forgot to breath. Their eyes marvel at the sight of grand civilization grand below as if in trance—
Tap.
A hard footsteps echoed like a thunder crashing on their head. It was too sudden, to scary. Bloodless and pale, they turned to see the source of the sound, and they saw it—him, the all-black Demon God.
Devil Prime has descended just a step away from the end of long triangle shaped blood red path.
Tap.
Tap.
He took the step, another step, and another as the demons gazes fixed on the him. Devil Prime radiated confidence, overwhelming presence as he walked toward the towering Abyssal Throne.
His featureless black form, dwarfed by the throne's towering magnificence, seemed to pull the light and sound from the air around him.
The throne loomed above, a monolithic testament to a forgotten age, its glowing runes casting eerie patterns across the fractured earth.
Each step he took was measured, and with every stride, the world seemed to ripple as his body began to change. The jagged lines of his featureless form grew sharper, his edges becoming more defined as he expanded. His shadow twisted and stretched, his size increasing until he no longer seemed small, no longer dwarfed by the immense throne. The demons watched in fearful silence as their would-be ruler once-small frame becoming colossal.
By the time he reached the base of the throne, Devil Prime was a giant, his form perfectly matched to the 500-meter-tall blackest throne.
His towering form radiated an undeniable authority.
He lowered himself slowly, his movements deliberate and regal, until he was seated upon the throne.
Above his head, a burning crown-like halo of flame blazed into existence, a symbol of his dominion. And far above, the giant gravity sphere he had created hovered ominously like a dark moon that eclipsed the sun, a silent reminder of his overwhelming power.
He waved dismissively and—
They fell.
Every one of them, demons, animal, everything that had been suspended just now, falling like a ripe fruit—and yeah, most of them died a horrible death.
But the good news is, some survived.
Devil Prime ignored their pained groan and pleas, he leaned forward slightly, resting one shadowy hand against his jagged chin, his other hand draped casually across the armrest of the throne.
He opened his palm and the unconscious tomboy above his throne's backrest floated there.
"So adorable~" he chuckled at the red skinned boyish girl who's now barely as big as his little finger
The burning crown above his head cast a fiery glow across the tormented demons, their fear palpable as they watched the colossal figure loom above them. It was then, his voice reverberated across the domain.
"Kneel before your god."
The words were simple, but carried an undeniable authority that left no room for defiance.
One by one, the demons they fell to their knees.
They hesitated for only a moment out of confusion before the weight of Devil Prime's presence crushed them to their knees. From the common demons lurking in the shadows to the great generals of the fractured clans, none could resist the pull of his presence. Even those beyond the reaches of the capital area, at this moment, felt the weight of his words and prostrated themselves instinctively towards his direction.
The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the faint hum of the sphere far above.
As the last of the demons fell silent in their submission, a faint flicker of light appeared at the edge of the horizon.
It moved quickly, darting through the air with graceful, movements. As it drew closer, the flicker resolved into the form of Xian, the immortal pixie.
She paused mid-air as she took in the sight before her.
Devil Prime, now a towering giant colossus, sat divinely on his rightful throne, his burning halo crown casting hellish glow that stretched for miles. Below him stretched a sea of demons, dead corpse and alive, millions of them prostrate in worship, their trembling forms stretching as far as the eye could see.
Xian flying closer, her small form dwarfed by his massive figure. Without hesitation, she landed lightly on his open palm, her size so insignificant to his dark form that she resembled a mere spark of light.
Devil Prime's cold expression remained fixed, his gaze steady as he regarded the tiny creature perched in his hand who's confused at the sight of the unconscious girl. He said nothing, allowing the silence to stretch as the weight of his presence filled the air.
"Do you know who sits before you?"
Her soft melodious reverberated, causing the demons to flinch and shivered in confusion.
Xian stared at the heaven above in silence, and as if following her will, the gigantic orb immediately floated even higher. She then raised her hand, sending a wave of magical energy, causing sky above the throne to shimmered. Threads of light wove themselves together, expanding into a massive, holographic projection of swirling magical energy.
At this moment, everyone except the demons below looked up; humans, dwarfs, sirens, and even angels—their attention drawn to the sky above the Demonland.
And it was not only the screen.
In fact, almost everyone in the world had heard her question just now like a whisper from the past.
"You have forgotten him," Xian said, her voice growing sharper. "You have forgotten the truth of what he did for you. But I will remind you."
The golden light shifted, forming a vivid, living image.
The first scene emerged—a battlefield.
Vast, endless, and drenched in blood. Angels with radiant wings descended from a burning sky, their weapons flashing with holy light as they tore through hordes of demons. The demons in the projection were smaller, weaker, scattered and disorganized. The angels' blades burned with an intensity that made even those who saw the scene from faraway below avert their eyes instinctively. The image was alive, the sound of clashing steel and dying screams echoing faintly in the cavern.
"This is the Devil Prime," Xian declared, her voice growing stronger with each word, "Your Demon God Aku Ma-Jin—the one true god who saved your kind from extinction."
A ripple of unease passed through the crowd, the title Demon God stirred recognition.
The demons, steeped in rituals and myths, knew nothing of a Demon God. If anything, they hated this title. After all, the Thousand Year Blood War was caused solely because of this title. The demons' gazes flickered, although they remained quiet, their fear outweighing their curiosity.
"Millions years ago," she began, her voice taking on a reverent, almost mournful tone, "Your ancestors were nothing but pawns in a grander game. Manipulated by the angels, hunted to the brink of annihilation, your kind was cast aside, deemed unworthy of existence. You were outnumbered, outmatched, and doomed to fade into oblivion."
The scene shifted, dissolving into a new vision.
A cage of golden light descended, trapping the surviving demons. Inside, they clawed and screamed, their cries muted by the impenetrable barrier. The angels outside looked serene, detached, their faces glowing with divinity.
The cage shattered, and the demons within were hurled into a black abyss. The image expanded as how the demons falling endlessly, their screams silent against the deafening nothingness.
She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in before continuing, "But it was your Demon God who saw through their schemes, who refused to let your kind perish. He fought back when all seemed lost."
The projection changed again.
This time, a single figure appeared—a lone burnt figure, unarmored, standing amidst a field of ruins. His mortal frame was battered and bloodied, but his eyes burned with a fierce, unrelenting determination. Around him, the shadows of demons began to gather, drawn to him like moths to a flame.
Her words stirred the crowd below, their whispers rising again, tinged now with disbelief and curiosity.
Devil Prime's immense presence seemed to grow heavier as Xian's painted a grand picture of his forgotten legacy.
The man's figure grew in size as the projection shifted.
He was no longer alone.
The shadows that had gathered around him took shape—demons of all forms, rallying to his side. The ground beneath them cracked and burned as they rose in defiance, their cries shaking the heavens. Above them, angels descended in a blazing storm, their swords raised. The clash that followed was cataclysmic, a symphony of fire and blood that lit up the cavern's ceiling like a second sky.
"The Demon Overlord who once ruled over you," Xian's tone laced with disdain, "Was a false shepherd. He pretended to guide you, to protect you, but he was nothing more than a tool of the celestials. A puppet bound by chains you could not see. It was your Demon God who exposed the truth. He slew that betrayer, casting his corpse into the abyss, and in doing so, saved your kind."
The demons grew still, their unease mingling with a flicker of something else—disbelief or awe.
"To this day," Xian said, her glowing eyes scanning the crowd, "The angels cower in the sun, hiding from the one who dared to defy them. They fear his return, for they know that his power is absolute."
The crowd quietened, the weight of her words sinking in.
"Raise your heads," she commanded softly, her tone inviting yet firm.
The demons flinched at her words, hesitated, their instinctive fear holding them in place. Xian tilted her head slightly, her expression softening.
"It's not a sin," she said gently, "to gaze upon your god."
After a long, suffocating moment, one demon dared to lift their gaze. Then another, and another. Before long, the entire crowd was staring up at their Demon God.
Their collective breath caught in their throats.
Too grand.
It was a darkness divine sight.
Devil Prime's form was beyond comprehension, his sheer presence radiating a power that seemed to crush the reality itself. The runes on his throne pulsed in rhythm as if alive and beating, a testament to the ancient power that flowed through it.
And they naturally saw it.
The screen and the grand scene in it.
The battlefield dissolved into a new image—a city of impossible grandeur.
The demons gasped.
That city… was the very city around them.
Towers of black rose high into the sky, their surfaces etched with glowing runes. Rivers of flames flowed through the streets, casting a fiery glow over the demonic figures that filled the city. At its heart was the throne, the very one Devil Prime now sat upon.
Xian smiled faintly, gesturing to the massive throne beneath him. "This throne, this city, this domain—it was built by his hand," she said, her voice swelling with conviction. "The Demon God united the six clans, forging an empire from chaos. He chose six queens, each entrusted with the survival of your kind. Through their strength and his will, the Demonland rose to become unchallenged."
The scene changed again, this time showing six regal figures—demonesses of extraordinary beauty and power—their small frame standing at his's side. Each bore a crown, their expressions fierce and unyielding as they gazed out over a vast demonic army.
Her pacing stopped abruptly, her glowing eyes narrowing as she addressed the crowd directly. "He built your unity upon their power, ensuring that no force—celestial or other races—could ever shatter it. And why did he rose to be the one true God for you? Because he deserves it! His demonic might is unparalleled, his power are unmatched! And without him, your kind would cease to exist."
The demons trembled under her words, the truth seeping into their bones. Xian's expression darkened, her voice dropping to a low, cutting tone.
"But what did your ancestors do with this salvation? This empire? The God who is your savior?"
The crowd stilled, an uneasy silence falling over them.
Xian's voice darkened, and the golden light in the sky turned blood-red. The images became jagged, chaotic—battles, betrayals, cities burning.
"They annihilated two of the six clans," she said, her voice cold with disdain. "They rewrote his laws, buried this throne and this city. They erased his name from your history, casting him into obscurity. They spat on his sacrifices, turned their backs on the unity he forged."
Her glowing wings flared as she took a step forward, her light casting long shadows across the crowd.
The demons lowered their heads again.
The final image appeared—Devil Prime himself, seated upon the throne. The scene froze, leaving the viewer to stare at the god they had forsaken.
"But perhaps," Xian said, her voice softening, "it was understandable. After all… he was human."
The crowd froze, her words cutting through them like a blade. Shock rippled through their ranks, disbelief plain in their wide, fear-filled eyes.
The silence that followed was deafening.
The word human hung in the air like a thunderclap, stunning the viewer, everyone frozen in disbelief.
"Yes," Xian said, her tone calm yet piercing, "Your Demon God Aku Ma-Jin, is a human. A mortal, weak and insignificant by your standards. And yet… he rose. He saw your suffering and chose you—not because he had to, but because he wanted to. The demon lord of old saved him when no one else would, and he repaid that debt by saving your kind."
The demons' minds reeling at the revelation. Some growled, their disbelief giving way to confusion or anger. Others remained silent, too stunned to react.
"O demons, a human built this throne for you. O demons, a human slew your betrayer, O demons. a mortal defied the heavens and forged your unity. O demons, he chose you, not out of necessity, but out of loyalty. And what did your kind do in return? You turned your backs on him."
The demons quaked under the weight of her words.
The holographic projection dissolved, leaving only the Demon God upon his throne. Their gazes flicked to him, his silence was deafening, more terrifying than any words could be.
"Now you are given another chance," she smiled, "As the prophesied, the Demon God has returned. Now what will you choose, O demons?"
Xian turned to him, her glowing wings fluttered faintly.
"They have forgotten you," she said softly, her voice tinged with sorrow. "Forgotten your sacrifices, your power. But now, they will remember."