June 18 2093
[Scene: A dim, silent room. A woman sits on the cold floor, her arms wrapped around her bruised legs, head lowered. The air is still. The light barely flickers.]
A man stood in front of her—his appearance, at first glance, ordinary. Black hair, black eyes. No expression, no warmth. Just... stillness. His voice was colder than the floor beneath her.
"Mate with me, female human," he said without a shred of emotion.
"N-No…" she whimpered, her voice trembling, almost broken. Her head shook violently as if trying to erase the moment itself.
Addiction stared down at her, his expression as lifeless as his tone.
"Why are you refusing? I just can never understand humans, animals have the willingness to mate and to continue their species, don't tell me… humans aren't animals."
The woman didn't respond. She couldn't. Her body curled tighter, eyes wide with terror.
"You humans are worse than animals," he continued, his voice now holding a menacing edge. He leaned in, face mere inches from hers.
Her teary eyes met his, the last remnants of fight flickering faintly within.
"I regret meeting you…" she whispered, almost like a prayer.
"Is that so?" he muttered, standing straight again. "Everyone regrets meeting a devil."
From the pocket of his coat, Addiction slowly pulled out a small, gleaming knife. A cold smile crept across his lips as his features began to shift—his hair turned silver, and one of his eyes reflected an eerie white ring
He gently took her hand and slid the knife into it, curling her fingers around the handle with unnatural care. She stared, confused, eyes searching his for any sign of reason—but all she saw was void.
Without another word, Addiction turned and walked toward the heavy metal door. As he stepped out, the door creaked open slowly.
Then—
A sharp, sickening sound.
The sudden thud of steel piercing flesh.
A scream tore through the silence—raw, broken, and final.
He didn't flinch. He paused at the threshold, eyes glancing back into the room for a moment
"I told her to stab her throat," he said quietly. "She had a rather high resistance to Addiction... interesting."
He continued walking through the dark hallway, and out into the black of night. Moonlight bounced faintly off the silver in his hair.
"I would sacrifice a million humans to save a single pig," he muttered. "Not because I pity the pig... but because I want a reason to massacre humans."
He stopped for a second, eyes filled with something far darker than madness.
"Two weeks from now… I will get 99.8% murdered. I guess to make this happen I will have to manipulate him into doing this as it all is his will."
He walked on, disappearing into the night, leaving behind only silence and the cold breath of death.
Devil of Addiction- he was so despised he was never given a name; he also has specific abilities just like any other angel or devil because of the fragment of God… 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… but most importantly he is also known as the smartest entity in existence.
[Scene: A dark room. Only the soft flicker of a single candle lights the space. Shadows dance across the walls. In the centre, a round table. Two figures sit in silence—Amane and Addiction.]
The silence lingered like a storm held back by a fragile dam. The candle's flame cracked once, then settled.
Amane leaned forward; eyes locked on the flickering light. His tone was low, steady, and heavy with certainty.
"Good plan... but you're going to die in this."
Addiction didn't respond at first. Then a grin crept onto his face—slow, twisted, excited. He turned his gaze to Amane, eyes gleaming with wild thrill.
"Don't tell me you can't feel it, Amane…"
His voice was like a hiss wrapped in thunder—dangerous and intoxicating.
"This shit is beyond life and death... and we are going to winnnnnn…"
After few moments Amane walks out. He was wearing a thick fur jacket even though it was middle of the summers
He looked above at the sky and took a deep breath
Soon Amane found himself laying on the lap of his mother
She was patting her head and he was laying quietly like a kid
Tears were forming in his eyes but he was calm and happy for a moment
"This feels so nice and calming… dear mother I have declared a war against the world, even if I lose, I will come right here, to you…" said Amane with a smile and resting he fell asleep
[scene 3]
[Scene: A quiet afternoon. The sky is pale, almost dull, and the city feels unusually empty. Addiction and Amane Walk side by side down a narrow street, their footsteps echoing softly between the buildings.]
Amane kept his eyes forward, his voice low and unreadable.
"So, tell me… the whole plan."
Addiction's hands were in his pockets, his stride casual—like they were out for a stroll and not discussing the end of the world.
"All right," he began, "There are three major parties involved: Us... Lyuk... and Arecus."
"I know that much," Amane replied. "So how do we defeat them?"
Addiction gave a half-laugh, looking up at the overcast sky.
"We don't need to defeat Arecus. He's already defeated—by his own willpower."
Amane turned his head slightly, confused.
"But wasn't he supposed to be the strongest?"
"Oh, he is," said Addiction with a crooked smirk. "He's even taken down Lyuk once. Twice, maybe. But as long as his consciousness awakening is under 40%, he's just another addict…. I can bring him to his knees in a second.
Amane narrowed his eyes.
"What is so special about this Lyuk?"
Addiction's smile faded into something more thoughtful and with his usual cold piercing voice he said
"Everyone is addicted to something that's the nature of a being.... people are addicted other people or maybe some other kind of addicted that has no limits, Arecus is addicted to being strongest so it makes him an easy target."
He paused, glancing at Amane.
"But Lyuk… he's different. He's not addicted to anything. Not even to not being addicted. He is not the smartest (devil of addiction is) he is not the strongest (arecus is) he is not the most loving (angle of love is) he is not the most carefree (void is) and he is definitely not the luckiest."
Addiction's voice dropped to a whisper, a reverent tone creeping in.
"But you know what? He is the best. A pure anomaly. My greatest natural enemy... and I can't stop admiring him. Even dying by his hands would feel divine."
"I guess I have heard this name before… but I don't clearly remember," thought Amane then spoke evenly,
"So all I have to do… is defeat Lyuk?"
"Exactly," Addiction said with a nod.
Amane exhaled through his nose.
"And what if Arecus surpasses 40%?"
Addiction stopped walking. The wind stirred slightly.
"If that ever happens," he said with a grin that didn't reach his eyes,
"this entire war flips on its head."
He turned and started walking again, his voice fading over his shoulder.
"But don't worry... I've already taken care of that."
[Scene-4]
The sky was dark, speckled with countless stars, with no moon. On the rooftop of a towering building, Addiction and Amane walked side by side, their steps slow and deliberate.
Addiction wore a long coat, a black blindfold covering his eyes, while Amane had his jacket's hood up, hands tucked into his pockets. As they neared the guardrail, Addiction turned his head slightly towards Amane
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
Amane met his gaze, his expression devoid of emotion. "That's why we're here."
Addiction removed his blindfold. One of his eyes was the usual deep black, but the other glowed with a white ring in its iris. He then shrugged off his coat, revealing a well-built, muscular upper body. Amane followed suit, removing his jacket and folding the sleeves of his shirt, before walking toward Addiction from behind.
Amane raised both hands and pressed them against the back of Addiction. At their touch, a dark aura pulsed between them, causing Addiction's entire body to tremble as power surged through him. After a few seconds, Amane withdrew his hands.
Flexing his muscles and stretching his body slightly, Addiction finally said, "Alright, let's do this."
He strode to the edge of the building, placing one foot on the middle rail and the other between the lower bar and the rooftop floor, perfectly balanced. Spreading his arms wide, he raised his head to the sky.
Behind addiction…. emerging like a colossal celestial phenomenon, a massive eye with a white ring in its iris rose like the sun—its appearance resembling a moon coming into full bloom
With that surreal vision overhead, Addiction shouted, "Humans… murder each other and yourselves."
Somewhere else…
Void stood motionless; his gaze locked onto the rising iris in the sky. His voice was barely a whisper.
"The children too?"
Back on the rooftop
Addiction exhaled, his body trembling slightly. A satisfied smirk crossed his face. "That's done."
But then, his eyes drifted downward.
Amane lay sprawled on the rooftop, blood pooling beneath him, a dagger buried deep in his neck.
Addiction sighed. "Huh. So my addiction affected him too."
Addiction began moving toward Amane, his steps laboured as if his body weighed a ton. Eventually, he sank down and sat on Amane's back, then gently laid his own back against the cold ground.
"Get off me," Amane whispered in a low tone
"Can't. bodys stunned." Replied addiction like it took him a lot of effort to speak
Then, from the streets below, it began.
Screams.
Loud, panicked, raw.
Addiction closed his eyes for a moment, letting the sound wash over him. A smirk tugged at his lips.
"Looks like it's starting."
That night over 6 billion humans died.
[Scene 5]
A complete white bright room.
No windows. No shadows. Just white. A small round table in the center. A candle burned faintly.
Amane was sitting on a white sofa, calm and straight-backed.
Another man sat across from him, arms crossed, eyes full of confidence.
Behind them, Addiction stood.
He was highly drunk, swinging a half-empty bottle of alcohol in his hand, humming low to himself.
"Heh... man, alcohol's coming with me all the way to the heavens," he said, staring into the reflection in the glass bottle, wobbling on his feet, swinging it joyfully.
Neither Amane nor the man sitting in front of him paid any attention.
"So, what do you want me to do?" the man asked
"All I want is your assistance… in preventing the ignition of Arecus and defeating Lyuk," Amane replied, his tone completely serious.
The man waved his hand casually.
"Pft—easy. Lyuk? That maggot? I can crush him like a bug," he laughed, shaking his head.
Amane's eyes slowly shifted.
Addiction was no longer just standing behind them.
He was standing right behind the man now.
In one sudden motion, Addiction grabbed the man by the throat.
"Huh—?!"
The man couldn't finish his sentence.
Addiction leaned down, his eyes dark, his grip tightening.
"How dare you disrespect him…?" his voice was ice.
"All I wanted was to hold him back, That double-faced bastard, Arecus. And you… you think you can crush Lyuk?"
"Ghk—! W-what are you… doing—" the man's words stopped.
Blood started to leak from his eyes.
Then his nose.
Then his mouth.
He shook in pain, like his body couldn't even scream properly.
And then… he collapsed.
Thud.
A puddle of blood quickly spread on the pure white floor.
Amane's expression didn't change.
He was still seated, still calm.
"…You murdered him," Amane said softly.
"I took this bastard down in one second," Addiction muttered, furious. "And he really thought he could even touch him?"
Tch.
He threw the bottle at the corpse's face. It shattered.
"I don't need garbage like this. Useless tools."
Addiction turned away, already walking toward the door.
"I guess now I have to do something myself," Amane muttered under his breath.
Then louder—
"At least take this body out before it starts to rot."
Addiction didn't answer.
He just slammed the door on his way out.
—
Scene 6
—
A pitch-black room.
No walls, no ceiling, no visible end—just darkness stretching infinitely in all directions.
In the middle of that abyss, two figures stood.
One of them was Addiction.
He stood still, staring at the person in front of him.
"…So," Addiction muttered, his voice echoing slightly in the void, "we have to entertain the joy."
He cracked a crooked smile.
"It's simple. I just have to beat this guy in a game."
He tilted his head slightly, watching the figure across from him.
"A game of our choosing. One that we both agree to play."
But the grin slowly faded.
"…The problem is—this motherfucker can read minds."
He narrowed his eyes.
The other person, the one standing silently across from him, smiled faintly.
As if he heard every word. Every thought.
"Tch. He can read this too," Addiction thought, resisting the urge to speak aloud.
"If I pick a mind-based game, he'll have the upper hand. He'll know every move I make before I even make it… And using my addiction won't either cut it, as it won't affect him if he knows he is under my addiction."
His eyes shifted.
"…But if I go for something physical… that's suicide. My body and physique is one of the weakest and most fragile among Amberians. I'd be at a total disadvantage…. And if i chose something in which i have a clear advantage he will just not agree to play… So I guess I have to find a way"
Addiction clenched his jaw.
The silence between them stretched.
The smile of the opponent remained. Watching. Listening.
"…So I guess…"
His pupils narrowed. His mind began to shut down its usual rapid calculations.
"I just have to stop thinking now."
His expression flattened.
No thoughts.
No words.
Just instinct.
He stared back at the smiling figure.
A beat of silence passed. Then—
"I chose the game of reading minds," Addiction declared loudly, his voice echoing through the void.
"Whoever can read the mind of the opposing team without wavering—wins!"
The air froze.
Even the shadows seemed to pause in confusion.
His opponent blinked… then burst into laughter.
"Is this guy serious?" the man scoffed, shaking his head. "He just gave up. I'm literally built for this."
Above, somewhere beyond the reach of vision, the Joy observed.
"…What's he thinking? He chose the core ability of his opponent, the one thing that guarantees his own loss…"
A chuckle.
"But he is him after all…"
Addiction didn't respond to the laughter. He stood still, eyes half-lidded, his face calm.
"The game will start," he said softly, "in exactly thirty-five seconds from now."
"There is no way you will refuse this game right?" Thought addiction knowing he is reading his mind
The other person shrugged.
"Well, I have no problem with that," he said casually.
Five.
Four.
The man stood tall, confident—his mind steady, unwavering. His eyes locked onto Addiction, waiting for the first flicker of thought.
And addiction too was standing confidently like everything was under his control
Three.
A faint smirk curled on his lips
"You are an asshole you know?" Thought addiction in his mind
Two.
One.
—And then, everything changed.
Addiction suddenly knelt and pressed his palms to the ground.
In an instant, space twisted. Shadows bent unnaturally, and in a flash of distorted air—
Amane appeared, standing between them.
"Huh...? Where am I?" Amane looked around, confused, his eyes adjusting to the endless darkness.
The mind reader's focus didn't shift—too locked in, too confident.
But in that single second—
He read Amane's mind.
The effect was instant.
The man's eyes widened in terror, his pupils shrinking as if the void itself had swallowed him. His body trembled. Then—
"AAHHHHH—!!"
He screamed.
A horrible, inhuman scream.
He clutched his head with both hands, his knees giving way beneath him as he collapsed, thrashing and howling in agony.
Blood dripped from his nose. His eyes looked blank—broken.
Addiction casually walked over, hands in his pockets, as if none of this was out of the ordinary.
"Well... that was bound to happen," he said in an almost bored tone.
"The brain and mind usually get corrupted after a month in there. He just tasted the thoughts of a man who spent three years in hell."
Amane blinked. "What the hell is going on…?"
Addiction didn't answer.
Instead, he knelt beside the screaming figure, his voice low—cold as ever.
"I can tell what's going through your mind right now…"
He leaned in.
"Pain. Suffering. Endless horrors. A desperate wish to just die and get it over with."
The broken man whimpered. His mouth trembled, but no words came.
Addiction tilted his head, just a little, and whispered:
"I win."
After witnessing the scene joy started clapping and laughing
"Hahah i knew he was the one.... this was so fun…"
Amane stood still, eyes narrowed, as Addiction approached him casually.
"What's all this?" Amane asked, his voice heavy with suspicion.
"Never mind," Addiction replied coldly, brushing it off like it was nothing.
The devil's instincts flaring—he knew something was coming
Then, without a warning—
Crack!
Amane grabbed Addiction by the shoulder and slammed him straight into the ground.
Boom!
The impact shook the dark space, cracks splitting the unseen floor like lightning bolts.
"How dare you use me!?" Amane roared, his voice echoing with fury.
Before Addiction could recover, Amane picked him up and hurled him into the wall. The collision sent debris flying, leaving behind a gaping crater.
From the dust, Addiction's body stuck to the wall
"Are you fucking dumb?" Addiction spat, standing upright on the vertical surface, blood running down the side of his mouth. Then, he launched himself at Amane, his fist pulled back, burning with raw hatred.
But—
BAM!
Amane's punch landed first.
A deafening blast erupted as his fist collided with Addiction's face—his entire head exploded on impact, blood misting into the air like vaporized ink.
Addiction's body dropped to the ground, lifeless, headless… silent.
The room fell still.
Amane stood tall, his eyes cold as he looked down at the broken, lifeless body beneath him.
"Know your place, Amberian," he muttered with disdain.
Then, without another glance, he turned and walked away.
---
Soon after, Amane arrived at his home.
The door creaked open.
Click.
A gun barrel met his forehead.
Addiction stood there—his body bloodied, clothes soaked red, eyes calm and merciless. The gun in his hand gleamed faintly in the dim light.
"Welcome home," he said, almost sweetly.
Amane's gaze dropped to the weapon. He scoffed. "A gun? That won't do shi—"
BOOM.
Amane's head exploded, painting the hallway behind him in red.
Addiction didn't even flinch. He stared down at the regenerating corpse and muttered, "Did you forgot an Amberian cannot be killed and how big of an idiot can you be? All I'm trying to do is take down the strongest and the best one out there—so you can have the throne."
BOOM. Another shot. Another explosion of flesh as Amane's head tried to come back.
Addiction's voice twisted in fury. "I could've used my addiction on you back there... but I didn't. I held back, you fucking asshole."
Amane's head reformed once more—only for the gun to fire again.
BOOM.
This time, the bullet tore through his chest. A gaping hole burst open, and Amane's body collapsed to the ground.
Addiction stepped forward slowly, towering over him like a reaper.
"If I wanted, I could've turned you into my slave for all eternity," he whispered. "Know your place, human."
He crouched beside Amane's broken body. Blood pooled around them.
Amane was still alive—barely. Conscious. Breathing, shallow and erratic. His eyes trembled as he looked up.
Addiction leaned closer, his grin wide and savage.
In a low, taunting voice, he asked—
"Are you a human?"
Few moments later-
"Okay, okay—you're right. I give up. I'm sorry…" Amane muttered, raising both hands as he slowly stood up from the ground, his face half-covered in blood but oddly calm.
Addiction took a deep breath, his anger subsiding with a tired sigh. "Great… Wanna have some wine, my dear friend?"
Amane blinked, then gave a slight smirk. "Sure, I guess."
Addiction casually began pouring two glasses of wine from a bottle resting nearby. The sound of the liquid trickling into glass filled the quiet room.
"Man... the Devil of Addiction himself pouring wine for me. I'm flattered," Amane said, taking the glass Addiction handed him.
Addiction chuckled, a rare genuine smile crossing his face. They both sat down side by side on a couch, sipping quietly.
Then Amane asked, "So... why do you wear that blindfold all the time?"
Addiction stiffened for a second, but kept his tone light. "I'm glad he's moved on from that earlier mess… I can't afford him to know about Joy," he thought to himself.
Out loud, he replied, "Oh, the blindfold? If my eye stone comes in contact with open air, it shatters inside the eye. Like glass. Hurts like hell."
"Ohhh… I thought it was to stop people from accidentally falling under your addiction," Amane said, raising a brow.
"Nah. You really think I'd give a damn about that?" Addiction smirked.
Amane let out a quiet laugh. "Fair enough."
After a moment of silence, Addiction leaned back, swirling the wine in his glass. "So… I wonder what the hell happened to you in hell. That guy earlier collapsed just from peeking into your mind for a split second."
Amane looked down at his wine, his expression blank. "Hell's a terrible place," he said quietly. "It's not hot—it's cold. So cold it freezes your soul even a moment of warmth burns your whole body into ashes. There's enough water to drown in, but somehow, you still die of thirst. It's not pain or torture—it's joy. Pure joy. So much that you go numb."
He took another sip before continuing, his voice low.
"I don't remember much. I couldn't take it… so I started blasting my brain out with a gun. Again and again. It regenerated every time. Months passed. I couldn't stop the hell. So I stabbed a sword into my head—just to shut my brain off for a while. That helped."
"...Damn," Addiction muttered, stunned. "That's intense."
"Of course it was," Amane replied. "I can't even put it into words."
Addiction leaned forward, more curious now. "Alright… tell me more about the incidents you went through down there."
"Hmm… alright," Amane said, thinking. "Once I went to a world filled only with women to enjoy but the moment I arrived, they thought I was a monster or some strange creature… and executed me."
"Yeah, makes sense," Addiction said, amused. "Probably never seen a man before. What did you do?"
"I changed form. Took the shape of a woman to survive. I wandered around trying to find an exit… and accidentally entered a world filled only with men."
Addiction nearly choked on his drink. "Pff—what happened next!?"
Amane sipped slowly, eyes unfocused. "Umm… me and the developing child were eaten alive by wolves in a forest."
Addiction coughed again, hard. "You need therapy more than the world," he said, genuinely concerned.
"Come on," Amane said casually, "that wasn't even in my top 10 worst experiences."
"I don't even wanna know what made that list," Addiction groaned.
Then he looked into Amane's eyes. They were lifeless—at first glance. But Addiction realized something.
They weren't empty.
They were suffocated. Crushed under layers of emotion, repressed again and again, until only numbness remained.
He picked up his glass and pointed it toward Amane with a grin.
"Listen. We've got a whole world to conquer, yeah? So promise me one thing."
Amane raised his brow.
"We don't fight each other again."
Amane nodded. Their glasses met with a soft clink.
"Sure."