Humanity....
A title suitable for beings able to turn the world upside down as much as they want and whenever they want.
When I was still uninitiated, I would stand guard at my post and watch these creatures meddle and peddle their life as a gambling game. Never appreciated it enough and dwindled the gift of life its endowment and struggles.
I would look back at them as I looked to the skies that roamed the many thousand stars and moons. One shaded eternally in darkness, and another always brilliant, teeming with hope and the fortune of fortitude. Humanity would scour the stars and the edges of the universe for as long as they could. And fall so far into the depths of the abyss as they loathed their accursed existence.
I have asked myself this question many times: What makes such a species special and unique among the many that tramp and shape existence?
Why did god choose humans as his favorite when they are far more compelling and rational?
I came to one conclusion. Human desires are infinite and so hypnotic in nature. They are fairly subjective, as nature is. But collective as one.
For example; if we were to compare a doctor’s ambition and an engineer's, they vary in such a large scope. The doctor sacrifices to save the lives of others while the latter builds the foundation of future society. Yet, they both share the same ultima, evolution.
Whether you are the lowest member of society or highborn of the social class, it matters very little, because you all share the same goal. To transcend beyond the limits you are currently chained by.
The future is their only concern. They will do everything to preserve that one privilege. How ironic when that same merit is enchained by forces beyond their imagination. But that said, I admire the devotion to the cause at all costs, even if it means their soul and sanity are on the line.
That fidelity is so hypnotic to the point that it drives humanity to insanity. But also, it's what makes humanity virtuous, ambitious creatures. This is a fact because the world is changing and evolving as well. By that logic, they should as well.
But over time, I have seen the folly of their own incompetence. Watching them on that precipice, knowing well their only world would collapse under its own weight... I was not prepared to witness the abysmal eternity that foreshadowed future events.
But when I did, when I learned the ultimate truth.
Who I was, where I was, what I was, mattered into absolute insignificance.
I do not keep this memory instinctively as a reminder of worthless sentiment, or what I lost. Rather, what I gained after.
Power, not any kind of power. Power of inconsequence of most. Power enough to control the strings of the universe under my own thumb.
This power, of infinite origin, of chaos incarnates, was right under our noses. Humanity had the same power all this time but never shed their eyes open to the truth out of their foolishness.
Humanity would sacrifice almost everything to achieve this hierarchy of ascension. Going as far as murdering innocent lives at all costs. In theory, this is a sinister and self-centered goal. But for me, I find it rational.
Have you ever looked into the mirror and asked yourself; everything I have done that reached me to this very moment? Every action that I portrayed, every sin I committed.
Did you deserve it?
Let's say you have completed your dream and achieved your sacred goals for the time being. But at the cost of doing malicious acts such as betrayal, abandonment, taking advantage of someone’s kindness, and not necessarily evil. Be it saintly as saving someone’s life, helping others in need, spreading awareness, and whatnot.
Have you ever considered whether your actions are inherently good or evil?
Let's say you were offered a position at a certain company because of your social heritage class, coming from a noble line of aristocrats. This same position could have easily been taken by someone of higher quality and efficiency but because they are a nobody, they lost it.
Do you think what you have done is saintly? Or not?
Let me ask again; You have a treatment for a certain disease to save a loved one. But if you do, a thousand others suffering from the same disease will die soon unless you give up the treatment to the officials to make, let's say, a vaccine.
You would be surprised; if put in an authentic scenario, people's decisions will be.
Let's say you indeed chose to make the vaccine and give hope for the future. Let's say in return, you create an era that will ensue as wars, genocide, and a future so bleak and filled with an ocean of blood.
Your choice evoked this future! That is your sin!
Whatever future has led you to this very moment is based on a series of events that can be either good or evil scenarios which certainly paid no attention to.
You might have lived based on your past humane decisions while others based on the very same decisions you pulled claimed to be good in nature, the other suffered a fate worse than death because you were naïve.
We call it; The Power of Daimon.
See, it doesn’t matter who eventually breached the final line. Whether it was the saint or the sinner, the end result is the same.
To the eyes of the sinner, the saint is a scamp who stole his way to power while leaving the helpless to mutter and die, turning a blind eye to their screams. And to the saint, the sinner is an imposter who masks the voice of the powerless in order to be pegged to ascension. An unworthy successor is other than themselves.
In the end, in the eyes of the sinners, they are devils. And their eyes tell the sinner is evil, claiming their good is justified. And the opposite is true.
This inconsistency and discrepancy led to the foundation of chaos itself. The very disorder of what's good and bad led to the foundation of blasphemy itself and the gift of miracles. What birthed fire and cold, life and death, light and dark. The ego and shadow.
Self...
These are the roots of humanity, the roots of demons. For you see, demons are no different from humans. They are the very same people whose minds have been mingled and tingled against the natural doctrine that many humans consider saints. And in their eyes, they consider them sinful in nature and confounded the very nature of their own wisdom. Chaos versus order.
Out of defiance against their godly wisdom, their newfound conviction was born and in return.
There, I learned that there is no such thing as good and evil. There is only the present and the potential of an imitated future.
It is a construct forged by humans to validate their existence as something. It is all a curse, and it is your curse that will inherit the order of this world. Which I fond, very charming!
But perhaps you can shake this conflict into a finality. Whether through a peaceful approach or not. There is the self. There is you, who can choose either side or break the wheel of fate.
Infinity Slayers are a living testament to such trials.
I, Rahul, your honored witness shall invoke the truth behind the Demons.
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The origin of the demon tree remains unknown to this day. No one knows how the creatures of the damned realm came to be formed – whether where, when, or how. It is only stated that ever since the concept of insurgency came to fruition, the vengeful spirits of those whose screams were silenced long ago tore through the fabric of reality and thereby manifested into a malicious, hungry spirit that feasted on fallacy and disbelief, turning the faithful believers of their enemies into their own ranks.
Though your belief foretold this: ever since Lucifer turned his back on his father, committing the second sin and setting in stone the Genesis event. The demon princes of Hell were born, and their fallen followers would soon join in rebellion and arms against their creator.
Many assume Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Belphegor, and Mammon are the first sinners and, in logic, are the godfathers of all that is demonic and their blood.
But that’s far from the truth. It was Ayin, the anti-god, who confounded the essence of chaos, of nature's shadows, and its paradoxical philosophy.
Before time, before light, before anything, there was nothing, and before that, there was fire, which was Ayin, the anti-God and the Third sister.
Ayin is one of the three main Pre-existential Entities that represent, is, and embody the endless void alongside chaos and The Darkness of the void. She is the complete antithesis of God and all creation, the mother of Satan, and the source of all evil; it could be said that she created moral evil. While Yesh embodies goodness, light, being, and creation, Ayin embodies evilness, darkness, non-being, and destruction.
Ayin is the Anti-God, in every sense of the word. She is darkness to light, evil to good, chaos to order; everything that God is and represents, she Is not Amoral with no moral conscience.
She surely may look like the Devil, but make no mistake, such an entity is far more destructive than Satan. While Satan is only a ruler of hell and son of Ayin, Ayin is the creator of Hell, in contrast to the creator of Heavenly principle. It is correct to say that she is basically "the other side of the coin" of Yesh Abudenace.
Whether Ayin exists or existed is a matter of debate among the angles; many consider it just a bedtime story for the angels not to want to rebel against God. However, I believe she exists in some form, as stated before notes that "The Great Evil Beast appeared to him in a dream." According to prophecies, at the end times, Ayin will be released from her prison and will declare war on the Gods of the Heavens.
At least, that’s what it states. Either way, Ayin is the embodiment of chaos, and those who tarnished her gift are the Avatar of Chaos.
The Red Emperor is one of the many forms that Ayin took in.
In this world, few theorized that the demons were born at the dawn of the four primes' rise, in accordance with the war against the dragons.
They assumed that the dragons already represented that, chaos incarnate. Others suggest that the great war before the ancient dragons must have evoked the theme of chaos, inserted like it was some parasite that fed on the inside.
Much like everything in this world, the demons are children of the old ones or rather themselves. Species of unknown origin with an unknown form and obscure goal. In addition, they preexisted before the dawn of dragon rise and only slowly grew in power as time went on.
Demons are called the shadow of humanity that lurks in the dark and strikes when the time is right.
However, what is only known are the current rulers of the Demonic empire, or what was before their defeat.
After the end of the cataclysmic war and the rise of the five maidens, the Demonic Empire evoked catastrophic loss after the humiliation they suffered. In return, Ayin took form and shaped what they are known as the GodMother of the demons, the Avatar of chaos, the one who will oversee the imperium of the demons by right of name and power.
Deoxus was the first Emperor, coated in silver and blue; he restored the honor of the demons back to their rightful thrones and names.
But like all things in this universe, even Gods may die. Soon, he would be defeated by the Holy Maiden, Alya. And with him, the chaos order fell into disarray.
While a new Avatar of chaos would be chosen sooner, like The Brood mother, Analise; her son, The King of the Swarms, Vortex. Natah, Mother of Domination and debauchery; The Shattered King, Demise; and the last to be remembered, Uridine, the false King.
The final one was none other than the Red Emperor whose name never echoed the stars, only his deeds and regime reverberated through the fabric of existence as far as he can.
The Empyreal of the Daimon army was once overruled by the Avatar of Chaos alongside the charred council who merely served at the hands of the emperor, whether it was the demolition, the military forces, the scholars, etc.
Ironic, isn't it? The charred council, ruled by the Avatar of Chaos, is an order itself. I bet now you see the similarities between humans and demons.
But such an empire would later fall into ruin, leaving nothing but fragments of the world that once harbored the Demon Realm—all thanks to the Red Emperor.
Speaking of which, let's speak of his children.
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The demons of conquest, known as the Demons of Inferno, stand among the most dangerous and threatening demonic armies ever to exist. Humanity has waged a constant war against these creatures for millennia, and in recent centuries, they have wreaked havoc upon the world. Lands Beyond is one of the few regions that survived their onslaught, only barely.
The origin of these demons remains unknown, as does the identity of the gods they once worshipped. However, their goal is clear: utter chaos and destruction.
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Unlike other demonic armies that seem to embody human nature in some way, the Demons of Inferno do not represent human attributes. They are what one might call "bloodthirsty monsters," thriving on blood, murder, and pain—everything that is not only unethical but pure corruption and frenzy. They lost every sense of human emotion, surrendering to their bestial nature without showing any sign of remorse or pity. feeding on pain and hatred. Their conquest is not about subjection or control but asserting their demonic nature dominance over the world. It's a nature that humans despise and detest. And a principle it shall be.
By this definition, they are the vilest beings ever to exist.
"We aren't like the Sons of War who lust for their sense of justice and battle. We aren't like the vermin keen on rot and stagnation until death unites us. We aren't like Callidus who scheme in the name of change and evolution. We aren't seeking pleasure and copulation. We only know chaos and corruption. We only want suffering and pain, taking pleasure in bequeathing it. We only want bloodshed to be spilled as we rob humanity's love from their miserable peaceful lives. We only want a world bathed in blood and sorrow. We only want to punish the saint as they beg for mercy with tears of regret subsiding with each drip. We want hell on earth, for we are hell itself."
Countless battles have been waged against these mad creatures, with many of them chronicled in histories of defeats and victories.
But a common fact emerges among all these records: they keep coming back over and over and over.
Their numbers never seem to decrease; they continue to reproduce in immeasurable numbers without their gears ever shutting off. Truly, a force not to be reckoned with.
However, despite their fearsome title and infinite spawns, they are extremely sensitive to anything associated with holiness or purification. This is where the former perfect order and the Assayer church played a major role against these children of heresy.
Yet, to this day, they persist in fighting and existing within and beyond the human world. All so they can cause and revel in the touch of pain and misery that they continuously provoke.
Blood for the blood gods! Blood for the blood gods!
There is no peace for there is only chaos.
There are mountains of corpses waiting to quench our desires.
Blood for the blood gods! Blood for the blood gods!
Our carving is bottomless as our lust for affliction.
As the fire of hatred continues to dwell within your souls,
we will linger On longer for eons to pass
Blood for the blood gods! Blood for the Blood gods!
As long as you acknowledge us, we are eternal.
As long as you sanction us, we are always part of you.
As long you breathe and your heart beats, we will always breathe and our hearts beat.
Blood for the blood gods! Blood for the blood gods!
This flame, of course, was further kindled when the Red Emperor took the mantle of power. After he killed the last King, Uridine, alongside the dark council and anyone who dared to stand or even question his goal, he stripped their power and held dominion over the NetherRealm, all under his word and banner.
The demons adored the once Militician Demon Knight who overcame any obstacles without shedding a drop of his blood. His unwavering skill in swordsmanship inspired many. His silence spoke volumes. His message was cherished by all. The Knight who defied fate itself, who became the God Emperor of the demonic Empire.
He harnessed the ancient power of chaos and molded it to summon the capricious demons of Inferno Hell, unleashing them on the holy lands blessed by the Maidens.
I watched as the lands dwindled and were engulfed in a storm of hellfire cast down by the emperor's wrath and the beasts of Dante’s Inferno. From Baphomet, Belial, Aesthma, and Shura, to the Hound of Hades, Andras—all under the command of the Red Emperor, the father of his chaos Legion, the Children of the Red Emperor. What followed next was a century of unhinged war that destroyed civilizations, species, genocide, and murder on an unholy scale that shall never be repressed in the minds of humanity.
I wonder now, what happened to them all? are they still hiding? it's kind of unnatural of them to do such a thing when they love announcing themselves.
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The demons of War thrive on endless battles, all while retaining their sense of honor and reason for fighting. Foretold by the War Chief of the Iron Legion, the Darkchain Gulmar:
“We do not desire absolute domination or the destruction of the world. We do not seek slavery or subjection. We do not crave bloodshed or torture. We do not long for games of deception and gimmick. We only want war, an endless clash of steel, the tumult of hammers and axes, wherever blood is spilled on either side. For we are war, and we desire an honorable death like any other soldier would die in the name of protecting their heart's desire. For we despise anything that isn't war and anything that defiles the theme of war. We will not tolerate mercy and cowardice. For we are war, and we will continue to strive for this path until the tossed coin finally lands on our side and emerges defeated! But until then, prove your worth challengers! Onward, brothers and sisters! For tonight, we die in hell!”
As I like to call them, the dense head of the Demonic army, the main front line, and the pride of the demon. The Iron Legion sat mighty and pristine during the old age of the demonic empire, back when the Charred council was still in form and shape.
They were the orcs of Doromal who inhabited the demon's realm. However, after the adverse events of the Red War, some orcs chose the peaceful option to retreat and leave the old ways, living on the surface in harmony with the human race. While that indeed didn’t work, I admire their fidelity to change, unlike the dense-headed Iron Legion who chose to stick to their beliefs.
There were some previous attempts by humans to make deals with these human-like creatures, especially the members of the Inexmine Academy. But, as one may guess, it ended in failure. The demons of conquest had to do sketchy deals and business with the enemy of their race, something that defied their standards.
As foretold by their lines:
“Fight and be remembered as a hero. Or flee and be remembered as a coward.”
They were known for their ferocity on battlefields, experts at sword skills who were deemed to be the best duelists. Although they lacked a strategic battle scheme that would otherwise gain them favor in winning, they didn’t care about that. They only wanted war.
However, even with such a grandiose title, they lost it long ago. Now, they are not a shadow of their former selves. Records mention that after the Charred Council was destroyed, which overruled the demonic Kingdom, the remaining demonic nations clashed against each other. The demons of war were the first to suffer significant losses in terms of men and strength.
Now, the Iron Legions are the remainder of the former order. With their limited numbers, they had to go into hiding until they could gather more forces, a significant source of shame for them. They are currently led by Godfrey, the War Chief of the Iron Legion and the second son of Gulmar, who is said to represent the very idea, the Fist of the Iron Legion.
Their honor stands alongside his will, might, and voice.
To be honest, I find them disappointing. They are no different from humans. Not in the slightest matter. If humans only open their minds a little, they will learn how similar they are to each other.
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The Callidus demons of Zag'droth aren't exactly an army; rather, they are a divided faction within other factions. The Zag’droth cultists embody mortals' tendency towards mutability and change—the drive to evolve and manipulate the universe and its functions for their cause. This spirit is present in the essence of every living creature, from the first division of cells in the womb to the ultimate craving for survival.
In the hearts of those with the strongest desire to prevail, the whispers of Zag’droth make an insidious promise: offering a means of eternal life to those unwilling to accept death and oblivion as inevitable. However, unlike the demons of conquest, their schemes aren't for total war domination or humanity's absolution; they scheme simply for the sake of scheming. Even if they were able to extinguish humanity itself, any possibility to scheme is off the table, defiling their nature.
What makes them worse in comparison to the rest of the nations devoted to their god is the god they worship: none other than the Eldritch god of the unknown Void. Such devotees may seek a deeper understanding of an often enigmatic universe.
In the mystical realm of Land’s Beyond, The Callidus Demons of Zag'droth stand as fervent devotees of the eldritch gods, inspired by the enigmatic tales of H.P. Lovecraft, which I'm sure you've heard about by now. Dwelling in the shadowy corners of Land’s Beyond, their rituals and ceremonies unfold beneath the eerie glow of otherworldly runes. Members of this faction, draped in elaborate dark robes adorned with arcane symbols, chant cryptic incantations resonating with the eldritch energies echoing from the abyss. The Eldritch gods are whispered to be ancient entities, beyond mortal comprehension, weaving the threads of love and madness into the fabric of existence. The Callidus Demons strive to unlock the mysteries of forbidden knowledge, becoming both guardians and seekers of a cosmic truth that transcends conventional understanding.
The children of these Eldritch horrors master the forbidden cosmic sorcery. As all sorcery flows from the font of existence, so too is the lord of manipulation, the master of that twisted, chaotic medium of psychic energy that drives humans to make decisions regardless of morals and reasons.
This game of manipulation extends beyond mere scheming purposes. Some have taken it further, like the followers of Yog-Sothoth, who scheme for the sake of learning the unknown and obtaining forbidden knowledge that no man has ever known—knowledge of history, magic, or whatever it may be, knowledge that would normally drive men to frenzy, much like their elder-God who knows all and sees all.
“Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the old ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread.”
H.p Lovecraft, The Dunwich horror
To this day, records of their works or incidents foretold by anyone have either been sealed away from the public or never found. Thus, they remain the most mysterious species to ever come into existence.
Assumptions have been made that the reason the Goldhama elves of the golden city have vanished is none other than the mysterious race of demons of Zag'droth. Either they involved themselves in a devil deal or lost a fight they knew they didn’t have a chance.
While at the moment, they aren't causing any threat, they are one of the most dangerous species to trifle with. It is even advisable that if you encounter one of their maniacal cultists, the best option would be to run away. There is no shame in running from the unknown, lest you be devoured by it and lose yourself.
I admire these pesky rats and their endless search for the unknown power of the void. The problem is, that they are devoted to their gods like a priest devoted to God. If I were them, I would be like the trickster they are. I would manipulate my allegiance to their gods to none other than myself.
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The Fourth Legion is the jesters of the First Traitors, the Hareqluin of the demon legion. They are sadistic beings who thrive on forbidden emotions, such as pleasure, excessive copulation, slavery, and torture in all forms. They feed on the emotions of others and themselves, enjoying pain like fine water served at a wedding feast.
They are called the First Traitors because they were the first to turn their backs against the Maiden’s religion. According to their words, the Maidens are nothing more than enslavers of fate and emotions, controlling the strings of the universe and limiting existence from expressing its true desire: absolute freedom.
Kurmali, the first traitor, was the first elf to turn her back against the Maidens. Alongside her, a legion of dark elves whose skins exhibited the symptoms of demonhood marked them as heretics and unworthy of the radiance gift.
This racial equity was just the first step in establishing the Jesters' motivation. However, it was mainly their Eldritch Dragon God Samel, the host of nightmares, who brought forth a vision of a doomed end. In this vision, the Maidens bring destruction to all existence, standing mighty on the throne of want at the peak of the great tree, while their subjects, faithful and not, rot away in disease and obliviousness.
This vision invoked a wrathful awakening, mainly in the ill-faithful to the Maidens—the Dark Elves. Thus, the first betrayal was initiated, sparking the first rebellion that lasted for centuries until this day.
The Dark Elves find joy in tormenting and killing others leisurely, treating it like a hobby. They target anything that stands against the fidelity of the Maidens and the lucent light of their justice, thriving on it like a drug addict.
Similar to their night elf counterparts, they have the advantages of mobility and advanced technology, though they often lack resilience and numbers. They revel in piracy, enslavement, and torture, displaying extreme sadism. Their armies make use of various beasts and monsters of the Inferno, enslaving them under their command using dangerous and mysterious alchemical work to procure mind-controlling drugs, hoping one day to control literal gods. The Raiders and Ravagers launch high-speed attacks, striking with little or no warning, using an interdimensional labyrinth known as the Void drift to traverse between the Earth realm and the NetherRealm easily—a gift of cosmic power bestowed by their Eldritch god, Samel.
The First Traitors are mainly pirates and slavers who prey on targets across the Lands Beyond to feed their unholy appetites, a terrible desire called "the Thirst." which happens to be the source of their power. This Power feeds on other's Nightmares coming to fruition
Every time I look at them, they make me laugh. Besides being literal clowns, they embody the emotion of what true freedom may look like if it wasn’t ordained by the word limit—an absolute monarchy of hazardousness and madness. They go so far as to torture one of their own kin to sanctify their desires, earning them the label of real sadists and, on many occasions, masochists.
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The final demonic nation is the Hollowed Ones: the creatures of death, the children of the abyss, the darkened unified.
Similar to the demons of Zag'droth, they are shrouded in mystery, with unknown origins and allegiances. Unlike other demons, they don't desire to terminate life but instead welcome it.
They aren't motivated by grudges against humans, like the psychotic demons of Inferno who long for absolute misery and bloodshed, or like the Children of War who yearn for battle, mindlessly swinging swords.
The Hollowed Ones are here to bring salvation to all that lives and breathes. To bring eternal abyssal peace to those suffering the tendencies of life oppression and maltreatment. To succumb to frenzy and relinquish any reason to persist longer in this prejudiced world. To rot and decay like any other corpse until we become nothing but ashes of our former form. Until we all become Ashe. Then, we all become one with the abyss.
“The Abyss is waiting; it beckons you to come closer.
Violence... Beauty... truth... lies... these are what awaits inside.
The Red War saw so many lives lost as the light watched in merriment.
In light, there is only weakness. In light, there's only failure. One by one, the lights did nothing, and a great disaster ensued in the world of chaos and torment. In light, there is only death.
Thus, we have heard your cries for help, and soon we will answer.
Don't you recognize us? We are not your friends or your enemies.
For we are your salvation.”
There aren't any records of intelligent life from contact with these creatures of the dame. It is only known that they have existed since the birth of creation and then materialized over the last centuries in the former blessed lands as they engulfed the whole kingdom in rot, decay, and death, with endless droplets of rain and snow, benumbing the entire continent into a stagnated swamp.
Much like the demons of Inferno, like ant colonies, their numbers never cease to exist. Under the control of a presumed hive mind, they keep exponentially making more from who knows what infinite source.
Creatures of humans, demons, elves, orcs, and alike. It doesn’t matter who; all are welcome to join the abyssal family. To live eternally peacefully in the dark, without any concern for the future or the past. Without effort to think or act for oneself.
Complete submission and renouncing of the self-claimed free will to the abyssal masses.
At the moment, the whole human nations are at war with the Hollowed Ones. The plague that started in the holy lands slowly devoured the kingdom like an uncontrolled infection, masquerading everything in its path as it consumed the inhabitants of the land, only for them to join their ranks. Until none survived, neither children nor women. All met a fate worse than death.
The plague only worsened from here as the swirling abyss appeared like a crack in the universe, spilling all kinds of horrific ambiguous monsters and demons that wiped out almost two-thirds of the Nordic nation on the western mountains.
And all for what? What happened in the holy lands? What events led to such extermination? What caused such a bottomless crack in the middle of the ocean?
No one knows, and perhaps no one will ever know as long as these hollows continue to grow, permeating their chaotic domestic influence over the lands beyond.
See, I have always been interested in the Hollowed Ones.
I have scoured the world and universe and studied every parallel species, from every demonic race, the human race, the demi-humans, the dragons, to every ambiguous species of the void, including Eldritch horror. But never the Hollowed Ones.
They are the only race that just recently emerged, and I was never able to understand them!
Their powers are limitless, further piquing my curiosity. it drives me to study them more and more.
What's more unique is their symbolism. they lack any form and shape of a regular demon. They don't seek the negative aspects of life. rather, they tend to forge a new concept in life.
This brings me to this Unique Infinity Slayer, who swore an oath to hunt them down.
Umbra, the last known Infinity Slayer in the Land’s Beyond.
Speaking of the Infinity Slayers, they are far more compelling creatures than any I have witnessed and watched.
They are creatures who defied death itself. Who crossed the threshold barrier of existence itself, going as far as to defy fate itself.
But I won't speak more now. I think I have spoken enough. If I were to unfold the secrets of the Infinity Slayer to you now, that would be just spoiling the mystery out of it.
Let's learn together with this Umbra, shall we?