Planet Delta—a world of breathtaking beauty, awash with life, where humans, dragons, demons, and angels once coexisted in fragile harmony. Its mountains gleamed beneath the sun, forests whispered with life, and the oceans shimmered like molten sapphire. Peace had reigned for centuries… until the fragile veil shattered.
An incident—seemingly small—between the royal houses of humans and dragons ignited the first spark. Like a chain reaction, the balance crumbled. Angels declared war on demons, justifying slaughter with veiled righteousness. Rivers ran red. Cities burned. The world known for harmony, became a battlefield soaked in betrayal and blood.
Then he was born.
A child of impossible lineage: half-demon, half-angel. A being the cosmos itself had no place for.
The moment the infant's cry split the air, the world trembled. Laws of nature faltered. The strongest beings froze mid-motion. Even fate bowed in silent fear, sensing an anomaly that should not exist. Storms tore across the lands, seas surged violently, and the sky itself screamed in agony, responding to a presence too monstrous to be ignored.
He was the forbidden union of the Demon Prince and the Angel Princess—a secret that should have been impossible, a love that shattered centuries of enmity.
The kings trembled, fury and disbelief warring across their faces. But love, however fleeting, compelled them toward a desperate hope: peace. A wedding was arranged. A union to end the war.
A mistake.
On that fateful day, the Dragon Lord and his faction, alongside rebels from both angels and demons, converged with a single, merciless purpose:
Kill the child.
The ceremony became a massacre. Blood soaked the ground. Betrayal tore through the hearts of kings, and their empires crumbled under the weight of treachery.
Coughing, the Angel Princess spat blood, clutching her newborn to her chest. Her body shook violently as footsteps approached, deliberate and cold.
"You shouldn't involve yourself with that man, Sister."
Her twin appeared, expression unreadable, eyes sliding toward the infant. The child's gaze, starry and impossible, met his.
And he froze.
The air itself seemed to shiver. How could a mere infant make a warrior of legends tremble?
He vanished.
Spurt.
A blade tore through flesh. A whisper of hatred hissed from a familiar voice:
"I've always despised you… brother-in-law."
"Begone, insect."
Chains of magic erupted, binding him completely. Spatial Circles glowed and spun around his sister, sealing her in a prison of unbreakable light.
"YOU—!"
He released his Anima.
The world blurred.
Mountains shredded like paper. Buildings, forests, even the sky shattered, glass raining from heaven. BOOM.
Blood and viscera rained down, splattering across the ground. His sister and her assailant were torn apart, pieces of flesh fluttering in the wind.
But the child… was gone.
Rey turned, chest heaving. A black dragon trembled before him.
"You… failed?"
Rey's nod was small, pained.
The dragon tilted its massive head toward the shattered sky. "We're fucked."
Far beyond, in a hidden cave beyond the Demon Kingdom, a woman with flowing purple hair knelt beside a two-year-old child, her younger sister pressed against her side. Loyal angels and demons bowed in reverence, guardians of a secret too dangerous to reveal.
"We only need time," she whispered. Her violet eyes blazed with determination.
Time was their ally, precious and fleeting.
They hid him. They trained him. They raised him not as a child but as a king.
Because he was no ordinary ruler. He was a monster. A devourer.
Eighteen years passed.
And then he appeared.
The sky bled violet at his arrival, clouds swirling as if they feared him. His presence dwarfed everything, every law, every god, every creature that dared imagine themselves above him.
Kings, immortals, angels, demons—prepared for his arrival. They all died.
He walked alone across a battlefield soaked in the corpses of traitors. Angels and demons who had defied his parents lay butchered. Dragons torn apart, save for the few children spared—tokens of mercy, or perhaps curiosity.
Before him, Rey hung skewered on a spear, impaled grotesquely, blood dripping in rivers to the ground. Nearby, a black dragon, skinned alive, wheezed weakly. Behind it, a wingless angel's shredded body slumped in a pool of crimson.
"Foolish," the man said, voice calm, eerily serene.
"You feared a child and sought to erase him. Why? Was it because I was dangerous?"
"No," Rey rasped, voice trembling.
"It was because you feared someone who would stand above you. Arrogant creatures, playing at being gods." He kicked the dragon's skull, crushing it effortlessly. Brain matter splattered like rain.
"How does it feel," he asked, voice soft yet jagged, "to have your ambitions and desires ground into dust beneath your feet?"
Satisfied, he looked past the carnage, then vanished—leaving only death and silence in his wake.
Human King — POV
Inside his castle, the Human King's hands shook as he gripped the arms of his throne. Councillors muttered, fear crawling in their voices.
My decision was right. My people are safe.
Then an oppressive, alien pressure pressed down. The kingdom itself seemed to groan under its weight. Every man, woman, and child fell to their knees.
Footsteps. Heavy. Unstoppable.
The king dared to look up—and immediately wished he hadn't.
A man stood before them, impossibly beautiful, so radiant the world seemed unworthy: long black hair, eyes like galaxies swirling with violet, pupils sparkling like distant stars.
The Man Above All.
"Greetings, Human King," the figure said, voice low, melodic, and terrifyingly certain.
The king tried to respond—but no words came.
"They called you a coward," the man continued, expression unreadable. "They are dead. All of them."
"I will spare your race," he added, violet energy crackling across the air. "Humans may grow. Conquer. Devour other lands. But never—ever—interfere with us. Should you try, I will erase your kind."
"Do you understand?"
"I… understand."
Clap. Clap. Clap.
"Good," he said, a smile ghosting across his lips. Then, like a shadow melting into nothingness, he vanished.
The Human King collapsed, trembling, voice choked.
"…Holy fuck."