My name is Diona. I am a demon.
My family and I once lived in peace and happiness… until the humans came. They slaughtered my kind. I still remember the sight of my mother and father crying out in agony as their lives were taken. I was beaten, then sold into slavery. Tortured by many, I began to hate them all. But in time, I learned—monsters do not belong to one gender.
When a woman bought me, I thought salvation had come. I was wrong. Her cruelty surpassed anything I had ever known. She used strange tools to torment me, then cast me out into the streets like garbage. I survived by stealing food and hiding in shadows.
One day, the humans found me again. They beat me mercilessly. As I lay there, staring up at the bright sun, I truly believed it was the end.
Then… everything turned dark. The pain stopped. For the first time, I felt... safe.
I looked up—and saw a figure cloaked in shadows, shielding me.
Then, my world faded to black.
When warmth wrapped around me again, I awoke just long enough to hear a voice:
"Justice doesn't see race. It sees right and wrong."
Those were the words I heard before slipping back into darkness.
Now, I find myself lying in a warm bed, inside a palace. The comfort is foreign, but soothing. I was born without a voice, unable to understand language. But when I heard the Shadow Whisper—soft, echoing, mysterious—I understood everything.
I approached it, drawn in. I was gently lifted like a child. In the arms of that figure, I felt true warmth for the first time in my life.
I know peace cannot bloom in war… but I want this feeling to last.
I want to protect this fragile warmth.
Now I'm feeling sleepy, still wrapped in their arms.
Good night… Mr. Good Guy.
~ At the Grave of the Kingdom of War
"When was the last time I awakened?" a voice echoed from within an armored corpse.
"My empire has been attacked… again."
A soul floated forward.
"Commander," it said.
The ancient body, clad in rusted armor, stirred. Its voice was sharp, cold, and absolute—the voice of a true leader.
"So… we are awake," the commander declared. "My army, you have the right."
"Yes, Commander!" the souls of the fallen responded in unison.
"What threatens us this time?" he asked.
"The gods have attacked Earth. Our kingdom is struggling to hold the line."
A burst of aura exploded from the commander—furious, wild, immense.
"How dare they strike at my empire!" he roared. "I will rip those gods apart, as I did their angels in the last war!"
"Commander, please—calm yourself," one of the souls urged. "We cannot defeat them alone."
"I know," the commander said. "But I can feel it… there is someone. Someone out there who will stand with us."
"What do you mean?"
"The gods have retreated. There is no war now. That means someone forced them back."
He stood, tall and resolute.
"I, the Commander of this Empire, will defend it until my very soul is gone! Army of War, prepare yourselves. We march to save our kingdom!"
With thunderous might, he shouted:
"For the Empire!"
And the dead answered as one:
"For the Empire!"
~ Somewhere in a distant castle…
"Someone…
Please… save my…
My brother…
Anyone… save him…"
To be continue...
Character Details
Diona
Species: Demon
Age: 12
Element: Dark Flame
Ability: Yet to be revealed
Power Level: Average human
More info: Blocked by external force
Commander
Species: Human (undead)
Age: 200
Element: Green Flame
Ability: Commander of the Undead
Power Level: Angel level (God-level at full potential)
Quotes:
"For the Empire!"
"Freedom has been wasted on beings like you."
Unknown
Species: Demi-human
Element: Darkness
Ability: Cannot be revealed
Status: Power blocked by external force (unscalable)
Error: Access denied
Author's Note:
More of the truth will be revealed… but not yet. Let their stories speak first.