The emotionless youth had been massacring the Asuras by drain their lifeforce while boosting his own. The screaming of the victims voice echoed as every creatures trying to save themselves from the calamity.

Nearly 6km radius had been turn into a wasteland with just two figures standing face to face in the center of it. The two Ashuras were glaring at each other as their auras were clashing.

"I'm Zaga and who are you?"

"You have the blood of Asura yet I sense something else in you."

Instead of answering, the shadow tentacles struck but Zaga managed to cast the mana shield, blocking the attacks.

The continous strike reduced the durability of the shield which later broke it. The sound of glass breaking corresponded with the sound of the shield being broken.

'Such power.'

'Is he one of the Four?'

Zaga was on the prone position trying to get up yet his body refuse to obey him. This caused him to be left on the mercy of the another Ashura.

****

In a leather tent, two Asuras were chanting some sort of spell as they bowed and threw in powder into the fire.

"Lord Azak, I heard that above us is a group known as the Four Kings. Is it true?"

"Yes, I've also heard of them."

The elder began telling the tales of the Four.

Before the Asuras were created, their primogenitor, the Ashura Origin committed suicide as a sign of despair after being lonely for thousands of years.

The Creator knew about this incident decided to split his body into four parts before molded them into four Asuras with the equal ratio of males and females.

These Four began their conquest on oppressing other lifeforms and some even force to bear the children of the male Asura. They fed on the flesh of the creatures they slaughtered during the conquest.

The worlds got taken down one after another. The other creatures call to the Creator for help. Not only did the Four Kings oppressed others with their army but they also commited blasphemy, inviting further the Wrath of the Creator.

Responding to the prayers of the oppressed people, the Creator sent His angels and the Four Kings were driven to a remote world where they were imprisoned along with their descendents.

After the Great War, the Creator created the Seraphim race which used to guard the "prison". The Seraphim was their counterpart in many things.

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Seraphim had similar appearance to that of the human except they had wings and halo on them. They are gifted with spiritual insight allowing them to sense the energy invisible to the human naked eyes.

This species possessed free will unlike their older sibling, the angels which are devoid of it. The angels only follow the Creator's command without questions. They are after all the servant of good as they bring goodness by His will.

However, there was one particular Asura which led a rebellion against his own kins. With the help of the myriad species, the rebellion managed to push the entire Asura race into a remote island in the "prison" world.

****

Livius was floating in an unknown space as everything was only pitch black. It was as if the entire world had been painted black because if it was a dark place, then it was logical that he could not see himself. But he can clearly see his body floating as if he was in space.

'Huh? What the-'

*ROAR*

Then, a mirror like object appeared showing a human on a rampage. Black veins and red eyes could be describe as a mutation according to scientific explanation. The savageness of the creature caused the myriad species which sensed him from a kilometers away to flee in fear.

'He looks familiar.'

'Where have I met him?'

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. A shadow began forming a humanoid shape. Its red eyes were visible yet the youth did not noticed them.

(That's because he is you.)

"Ohh. Eeeeeehhhhhhhh!"

"Who?!"

The figure who appeared out of nowhere had nearly trigger a heart attack on the youth. The shadow disperse itself revealing Livius himself.

The shadow looked exactly the same like Livius except his red eyes and the way he presented himself. The imposter licked his lips like a psycopath while giggling in a sinister manner.

"Surprise?"

"Who…are…you?"

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

"You really are funny aren't you, Livius?"

"Are you deaf or an idiot?!"

The imposter was laughing with his heart content as tear flowing from his eyes. His laughing manner was as if mocking the youth whether it was intentionally or the opposite.

Both his hands were tapping on his knees continously as his body was in squatting position. He even stomped the ground because the question posed by the youth was like the funniest joke he had ever heard.

"Lo…Look at yourself!"

"Coming here without knowing a single damn thing!"

"Really, Livi?"

Suddenly, something began resurfacing in his mind. Black flames emerging and raging like a beast. There villages in it yet the place was extremely terrible. The extreme temperature made people think that they might be living in an active volcano.

*ROAR*

He saw many people being chained up as the jet fire consumed the inhabitants like burning paper in an instant. The screaming of the residents were left unanswered.

"AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!"

"What's this?!"

"Huh?"

"Hmm. It seems that your memories are resurfacing themselves."

"Memories…What memories?"

"The one that you're seeing just now of course, Mr. Obvious."

"You know, this theme is kinda boring for this occasion."

"Let's change it shall we."

*SNAP*

When the imposter snapped his fingers, the darkness was being replaced by buildings and skycrappers. It was like a magic where the magicians dissappear from the stage and reappear elsewhere.

"Like the new view?"

The scene was filled with flora which had invaded the city as the roots was sprouted from the buildings. The scene could be describe like the post apocalyptic movies where civilisation was destroyed leaving only ruins behind.

"Hey, where ar-"