Amberians are form of different types of energy having a specific amount of fragment of God linked to a male host.... they have no gender but they refer themselves as a male being and they usually have a body of a male human however they can change the appearance on their willing and unwillingness
Each amberian is classified between two categories: angels and devils….
An amberian cannot be killed, but they can be sealed on the rejection of the core of each one
Among the amberians... Devil of Addiction has specific abilities just like all the other 255 Amberians have. Whoever he will look at with his eye, his soul will be sent to hell but his consciousness will remain intact in the body as a slave of Devil. If and only if that person is addicted
God was just killed by Arecus...
The animals inside came out to play
Other than those 20 Amberians, there was one other angel who escaped the Cube; however, it wasn't an angel anymore.... he became a demon
A lone figure emerged from the glowing portal of the Cube, stepping into the dim, desolate expanse of the outside world. His movements were slow, as though each step was burdened by the weight of eternity.
"Three whole years of death..." his voice was hoarse, a mix of exhaustion and rage. "Dying again and again and again and again..."
"I've become numb to death itself," Amane said, his tone hollow, void of any trace of humanity.
He turned his gaze back toward the portal he had just emerged from, the faint glow still spilling out from its eerie depths. His jaw clenched, and his voice erupted into a guttural shout.
"FUCKING HELL!"
There were countless scars on his face... but none of them was as deep as the scars on his soul
Amane clutched his chest, his breathing ragged as adrenaline surged through his veins. His laughter echoed in the emptiness around him, raw and unrestrained.
"My heart feels like it will fucking explode," he exclaimed, his voice shaking with a mix of exhilaration and pain. "And I can't see…" He staggered slightly, but the euphoria coursing through him kept him standing.
He tilted his head back, his grin widening as he let out a maniacal laugh. "This feels so good! Hahaha! I knew I would survive!"
The scars on his face burned, a constant reminder of how close he had come to destruction. Yet, the fact that he stood now, alive and defiant, fueled his satisfaction.
"I was so close to breaking myself," he said, his voice lowering to a near whisper, as if confessing to the universe. Then, his tone rose again, triumphant and certain. "But I knew. I knew!"
"It's the time to make everyone realise, the whole world exists for one sole reason..." He paused, letting the silence linger, his words sinking into the void as though the universe itself awaited his decree.
"...to be overtaken by me."
"To its finest molecules everything in this universe belongs to me and only me" said Amane raising his hand
Planet 0B0T
Amane stood on the barren, scorched surface of Planet 0B0T, Sky was bright blue the soil was of a shade of red.
a lone figure against an overwhelming army that stretched far beyond the horizon. Countless warriors, clad in shimmering armor, and fleets of colossal ships hovered above, casting a shadow over the ground.
This was the most powerful planet in the known universe. Its forces were unparalleled, feared by all. Yet here they were, every last soldier and ship was asked to be assembled to face a single man. A blind man.
Because it was him. They knew…...
The reason they had all of their forces come for him wasn't because they all were too weak, they were strong enough to know who the hell he was.
The silence shattered as a deafening war cry rose from the army. Millions of warriors charged toward Amane, a tidal wave of power and fury. The ground trembled beneath their advance, yet he did not flinch, He just stood with his hands in the pockets and eyes closed, holding his head high
He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to the chaos approaching. A faint, menacing smile curved on his lips.
"You... self-proclaimed gods," he murmured, his voice dripping with disdain and he opened his eyes
Slowly, deliberately, Amane raised his hand toward the oncoming swarm, palm open. The warriors and ships drew closer, their power surging, but he remained unshaken.
"In the name of the great GOD—myself..." His voice was calm, almost a whisper, yet it carried an undeniable weight that seemed to pierce through reality itself.
"I demand absolute destruction of you all."
As the final word left his lips, the air around him exploded in a blinding flash of light. The charge of millions came to an abrupt, horrifying halt. A deafening BOOM reverberated across the planet.
In an instant, the entire army—ships, warriors, and all—was obliterated.
Nothing remained but burning land and molten craters where their forces once stood.
Amane stood amidst the fiery ruins; his expression unchanged. His eyes closed.
Amane turned his head up at the sky, his expression unreadable.
Few more warriors just called back from the other plantes for Amane were flying towards Amane
The warriors encircled him tightly, their weapons gleaming under the alien sun. Without hesitation, they charged forward, plunging their blades into his body one after another. Seven warriors dug their weapons deep, yet Amane stood unshaken, his eyes closed as though he felt nothing.
The warriors stepped back, to give room for one of them to behead Amane… who was standing with many blades in his body, blood trickled down the length of the blades, pooling at his feet.
One warrior leaped through the air, aiming his weapon at Amane's head.
Amane opened his eyes instantly, his gaze locking onto the descending figure with a smile
"You really think I'm scared of dying?" he said, his voice dripping with cold disdain. "I've died more times than you've lived-."
Warrior's blade connected and Amane was beheaded
Twenty minutes later, silence fell over the battlefield.
Amane sat among the countless corpses of the warriors. He dusted off his tattered clothes, his lips curling into a menacing smile.
"Next stop," he muttered, his voice carrying across the stillness looking at the sky, "Earth."
Amane's arrival on Earth was met with hostility, not celebration. The Amberians made it clear he was unwelcome.
Amane stood amidst the turmoil, surrounded by four Amberians who attacked in unison. Despite their numbers and their weapons, Amane remained unshaken. Each blow they attempted to land was met with a counter so swift and precise it rendered their efforts futile.
One Amberian lunged at him, weapon raised, but Amane met the charge with a devastating punch. The impact was instantaneous, sending the attacker flying back like a ragdoll, their weapon clattering uselessly to the ground.
"You all are nothing" said Amane laughing and cooking them all
On the rooftop of a nearby building, Addiction sat on a corner, observing the scene lazily, sipping from a drink with a look of mild amusement.
The clash below intensified; Amane suddenly noticed her.
(Her here reference to Amane's lover)
His movements faltered, his gaze locked at her, meanwhile Amberians saw the chance and started to dig their weapons in Amane, but Amane ignored It all, he began walking toward her, his wounds bleeding profusely. The Amberians continued their assault, yet Amane seemed oblivious, focused solely on the figure before him.
He stopped in front of her, his broad smile breaking through the pain on his scarred and bloodied face.
"Hey..." he said softly, his voice carrying a fragile warmth.
"Amane?" she gasped, tears streaming down her face as she took in his condition. "What happened to you?"
Amane waved dismissively, trying to reassure her despite his injuries. "Oh, it's nothing... nothing at all," he said, his voice light but strained.
An Amberian charged at him, but without even turning, Amane unleashed a devastating punch that instantly killed the attacker. The remaining Amberians hesitated, stepping back cautiously as Amane's aura grew heavier.
His eyes stayed fixed on her, the chaos around him fading into the background. The world seemed to brighten as he spoke again, his smile widening.
"I want to make myself the king. Do I have your permission to make you my queen?" he asked, extending hand toward her.
She hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her hand to meet his.
Meanwhile, Addiction finished his drink, inspecting the cup with annoyance.
"So, that's all, huh? False advertising—it only had 283 ml instead of 300.," he muttered. Tossing the cup aside, he stretched lazily, getting up
"Addiction to a person is one of the worst kinds of addictions possible," he said to no one in particular before leaping off the building. As he fell, the air around him seemed to shatter like glass.
He landed with a sickening impact, punching the girl's head with such force that it instantly beheaded her. Blood splattered everywhere as Addiction rose to his feet, her lifeless body crumpling to the ground.
Amane froze, his mind unable to process what had just happened.
"Huh...? Three years of continuous life and death... for her... what just happened?" he murmured, his voice breaking. Amane got on his knees in grief
Addiction stepped closer, kicking Amane's face and pressing Amane's face into the dirt with his boot.
Addiction had his both of hands in the pockets of his pants
"These motherfuckers were fighting him for two hours," Addiction said, gesturing to the Amberians, "and all it took was one second to bring him to his knees."
Addiction looked down, pressing Amane's face even harder, who was trembling as realization set in. "He's about to go berserk," Addiction muttered, a smirk playing on his lips,
Grabbing Amane by the hair, he tilted his head upward, forcing their eyes to meet.
"Look at me in the eyes... my slave," Addiction commanded, his voice dripping with cruel dominance.
Amane's unconscious body was dragged across the broken road, Addiction holding him by the hair. Each Amberian who witnessed the scene looked on in shock and fear, their confidence shattered. Addiction glanced at them with cold disdain.
"Move," he commanded, his voice calm yet menacing.
the Amberians scattered like leaves in the wind. Addiction continued dragging Amane until the strain caused Amane's hair to tear away, leaving the strands in Addiction's hand. He paused, examining the severed hair in his fist before turning his gaze to Amane's limp body lying on the ground.
Grabbing Amane now by the throat, Addiction hoisted him up and began dragging him again. After a few blocks, he heard Amane whispering something.
Addiction became really furious after listing that...
Annoyed, Addiction slammed Amane's head into the asphalt, shattering it and leaving a small crater.
"What are you willing to lose now?!" Addiction shouted, his voice echoing through the desolate streets.
Above them, a massive, ominous eye appeared in the sky, its gaze unyielding as it fixated on the two below.
"I will give you a reason to live... and things to lose," Addiction continued, his tone dark and foreboding. "It's time for new empires."
Amane's irises turned a solid white as he stirred. "Who are you?" he asked weakly, his voice barely audible.
"I am you," Addiction replied, his voice thunderous. "Let's defeat the strongest and the best out there, my master."
Amane pressed his hand to the ground, steadying himself as he rose to his feet. "Who is the strongest and the best?" he asked, his voice gaining strength.
"Arecus and Lyuk," Addiction answered
"Who are they?" Amane inquired.
Addiction smirked. "They are something else entirely," he replied cryptically.
Amane lowered his head, contemplating the revelation. "As you say, master,"
Moments later, Amane found himself lying on his mother's lap, the warmth and nostalgia overwhelming him.
"Mother," he began softly, "I want to become a kid again... things were so much better back then."
Without waiting for a reply, Amane rose and walked out of the room.
At the doorstep, Addiction waited, hands in his pockets and his back resting on the wall.
Amane's eyes had returned to their natural black.
"What are you?" Amane asked, his tone serious.
"I have no name," Addiction replied.
"I'm not asking who you are. I'm asking what you are," Amane clarified.
"I am an Amberian," Addiction admitted.
Amane's expression shifted. "Tell me one thing, Addiction... the girl you killed the other day—she was a fake" he asked with a sly smile.
Addiction was briefly caught off guard but answered, "Yeah. I made her. She doesn't exist in this world.
Addiction created that image of Amane's lover by himself, so that he could kill it infront of Amane in order to break him down….
Addiction was in shock, as he thought, He's already free from the addiction?
"So, now that you're free from my hold, what will you do?" Addiction asked, his tone curious.
Amane's smile faded. "Defeat the strongest and the best. You said it yourself—this is the time for new empires."
Addiction chuckled, satisfied. "Yeah,"
The two began walking together, their footsteps echoing in the stillness.
"So, what do you want me to do?" Amane asked.
"I want you to defeat Lyuk," Addiction replied.
"Who is Lyuk?"
"An Amberian," Addiction explained, "the Amberian of Luck."
"Lyuk... I know that person. Lyuk isn't his true name," Amane said thoughtfully. "But why him? Why not Arecus? Wasn't Arecus supposed to be the strongest?"
Addiction laughed, his voice mocking. "Arecus? He's just an addict."
His tone grew darker. "It's Lyuk who's the real problem here."
Amane looked upwards with a confidence filled smile
"I will kill both of them... Everything exists for taking by me, I am way stronger… for all of you," said Amane
Meanwhile
Jace was laying down on the grass chilling at his IHCE listing to some music, with his one leg rested on other and a smile on his face, Arecus's sword rested on the side of him
The day wasn't far when these two were about to cross their paths….
"To the brothers who were ready to celebrate my losing, when The whole world said i would lose" Amane's wine glass Colides with of Addiction's