Mylos looked around himself, both eyes shrouded in an air of fear and confusion. The walls around him seemed to warp before his vision, giving off a strange aura. The earth sucked the heat from his feet, and the air felt stiff.

Before Mylos, was a silver haired male sitting at the foot of a massive throne. The man was bound to the ground by numerous chains, his long silver hair scattered across the cold earth, shrouding his back as he bowed his head.

With the high number of chains shrouding the man, the room gave Mylos the feeling of being chained down just like the man. Watching the man for a long time felt as if he was being into a chained world, a suffocation feeling.

"Truth… Fate… Order… Being… Perfection…”

The long lasting silence was shattered by a voice, nearly inaudible, but not difficult for Mylos to understand. The words he heard sounded nonsensical to him as the pulls of the ‘chains’ grew upon his soul — his brows furrowing.

"Do you want to know what the gods said to me before they all joined forces and chained me here?" The bound man chuckled, causing ripples to spread across the room he was bound in, "They said heaven wasn't for demons."

Mylos was confused. For the first time since he got into this place, he was actually able to focus his mind on one particular thought… What relationship did demons have with Gods and Heaven?

"I laughed in their face. They believed that they could oppress my creations, just because he weakened me in an act of imparting retribution…" The silver haired man burst into a fanatic laughter, "They thought I was weak."

He raised his head, revealing his face to Mylos who had a confused expression worn, then flashed a grin. Both of his eyes shimmered in strange lights, radiating a strange splendour that caused Mylos to suddenly feel allured.

Those eyes seemed to pull everything into them, giving off an intoxicating gleam. Were they silver or gold? The young demon found his consciousness collapsing further into the strange state of confusion and listlessness.

Suddenly, the world before him warped — and he felt as if he had been hurled forth by some invisible force, all he could do was watch as scenes unfolded before him. The world seemed to play before his eyes, feeding him ‘info'.

From the birth of the first demon, to the collapse of an empire, and the rise of demon eminences. He saw all he had ever wanted to see within himself, from the death of his sibling killed upon a church's alter in the name of the mad gods above the heavens.

He saw his mother beheaded before a crowd of humans and the innards of his siblings fed to dogs. He watched a war brew, and the slaughter begin between humans and demons. He watched as the “truth” unfolded before him.

Assassinations, Betrayals, Sacrifices — numerous human and demon lives sacrificed mercilessly, their souls crying for vengeance. Mylos just watched everything, his eyes dead as his brain was fed endless streams of this “data”.

‘So… mother had not fallen due to some illness just after my birth? And this is what happened to Hela after she'd disappeared years ago…’

Mylos watched. The rate of the scenes unfolding began to rise, and more information were fed to him. He felt as if he had been in this forsaken world for ages — knowing of events that played not just in his time, but of a distant past. It made the calculative gleam in his eyes, brighten.

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‘My father knew this, and did nothing. He didn't want a war, and was trying to protect the clan. He sacrificed all he could just so we could live in peace…’

For the first time since he arrived here. Mylos chuckled, then erupted into a frantic laughter. The amount of info being poured into his head, caused a strange feeling to rise up within him — it was as if he'd gone crazy!

His eyes gleamed as his brain began to piece together a vast collection of random information. He was born one of the heirs to succeed The Eminence, but was never in a decade plus of life considered a genius by any demon.

He was a weakling who just happened to be the son of a true eminence. He had no talent like other heirs, neither did he have any distinctive features to make up for it. All he had to show for his blood, was his face and the colour of hair on his head, nothing else.

Mylos now understood that he was so weak, his father's guards were forced to come rescue him from the attack at the warehouse he was hidden in. He was nothing but fodder before other siblings, and it wasn't a joke.

Haha! He could have cared less! All Mylos wanted to do was get stronger all his life despite his shortcomings! He trained his body and soul, raising his physical capabilities to match his inability to awaken a demonic art!

He struggled to make a name for himself amongst that of his siblings! He struggled to prove himself as a living successor to the title of “Eminence”. He was still trying his best, but today showed him that it wasn't enough.

He was still a weakling — and he would to die a pathetic demon, unless he manages to break even! The inability for a demon like him to use demonic arts has reduced him to a sitting duck in the midst of others at his level.

After a while, Mylos smiled. The visions halted, and the world before his eyes returned back to normal. Now he understood, why he never awoke a demonic art — but, he'd lost the chance to do so after stumbling here.

"You would have awakened you demonic arts if any of those hunters were a second faster. Now that you have seen the Plane, Reality — you can no longer do that. A simple way to explain that would be…" The male tilted his head to the side as if in thought, then voiced them,

"To see that plane, a part of you must be exchanged to power the gates. The part you just lost was the ability to rend through any material without contact or movement from your end." The male smiled, "Your demon art."

Mylos chuckled. He wasn't that pathetic after all. If he'd ignored this place, maybe he could have gotten a power beyond that everyone naturally expected of him. That'll be his key to breaking into the higher ranks.

"Now that you've seen that, I'll tell you the retribution received from the heavens from opening the gates." A cold gleam flashed through his eyes as he saw the face of the young demon before him twist from confusion.

Mylos was of course, confused for a split second. Just a split second after his confusing, came realisation, "Wait, even after all I've lost! What heavens! You were the one who opened the gates for me, so why are you saying the heavens want to punish me?"

His realisation turned into a sudden rage. He could not understand the source of his anger, or even why he was angry. All he understood was that, the man was either lying or something was definitely wrong with the gods!

They've taken his mother and siblings, they have locked away his ability to grow stronger, they've cursed his life with pain and misery, and now they want to punish him?

"You walked in here yourself, even though I forbade you demons from doing so. Now, you saw truth and are trying to push the blame to me?" The man laughed, "Why are children so irresponsible nowadays?"

"You've seen it, and now you're cursed. You cannot die, even if you want to. You'll watch the world burn before your eyes. Everything would be stolen from you, you'll beg for death, but it would not come."

The man spoke in a deep and audible voice, and Mylos listened with his body frozen in place. He could not run, neither could he rage as listened on,

"The heavens have turned their backs against you. The gates of hell closed before you. The penalty for looking upon truth, is not death, but Eternal Life. An eternal life of pain, misery and fear."

Mylos just stood there speechless. Then after seconds, he erupted in a crazed laughter. After a seconds' worth of silence, the chained man followed and the room was filled with the maniacal laughter of the duo.

"So I can't die? What do they expect me to do? Cry in anguish because I can no longer be killed? They expect me to mourn because I can't age?" Mylos laughed as a crazed gleam shone in his eyes, "If this is true, then I'll kill! Every last one of them, I will kill…"

Mylos laughed madly. Since the heavens was so bent on destroying him, he hoped they wouldn't mind him biting back for all the pain they'd caused him. He'd start from the church, and force the gods to notice his existence!

He'd be the devil, to tear down the order of heaven!