"I have witnessed the devastation of countless universes," the Observer remarked, his voice echoing through the void. "But this cosmos—this one—I have seen since its very beginning. Falco, Predator, and Soul Knight… three of its fiercest gods. And Falchion, Death Prey, and Soul Eater—these were their weapons."
He paused, the weight of time hanging heavy in the air.
"But it was the Predator who deceived the other two gods, seeking more power, more control. It was this treachery that set the stage for all that would follow."
He lingered in silence, as though weighing the enormity of the tale yet to unfold.
"Let me show you what comes next. Words can only hint at the chaos Predator’s betrayal unleashed. Come—witness it yourself.”
The Devil shouted to his soldiers, commanding them to hold the line. But the enemy's forces seemed endless. The warriors struggled, unable to stem the tide. The battle was collapsing into a slaughter.
"All soldiers, retreat into the fortress and seal the gates!" the Devil bellowed.
Some obeyed, retreating into the looming stronghold. Others remained behind, choosing instead to die with honour on the battlefield.
Ultimately, the Devil's army fell.
"Break the doors and capture the fortress!" the enemy commander ordered.
They brought forth a massive wooden log and began smashing it against the gate. The first impact thundered across the field—but the gate stood firm. They struck again. Metal groaned; bolts shook loose. On the third strike, with a loud crack, the ancient doors gave way.
The fortress loomed in shadow, its stone walls carved with twisted gargoyles that seemed to snarl at invaders. In the dim courtyard, decaying statues leaned into wild, overgrown vines, and a haunting wind howled through shattered windows. The smell of mold was thick in the air.
The invaders roared in triumph.
"Bring the Devil before me. Make prisoners of all who live," the commander commanded.
The soldiers obeyed. Survivors were chained, dragged before their conquerors. Then, the Devil himself was brought forward.
He was clad in a garment of darkness that swallowed all light. Twisted obsidian horns rose from his menacing brow, and his dark eyes reflected malevolent depths and an alien intelligence. Wings like frayed bat-leather spread wide behind him. A faint brimstone scent followed him, along with a smile lined with razor-sharp, predatory teeth.
He was the living embodiment of demonic forces—temptation, cunning, power.
The Devil stood before the Predator, bound but unbowed.Predator stepped forward, his gaze sharp, voice cold.
"Look at you now—lord of the damned, brought low. Tell me, how does it feel to stand in chains before the one you once called an equal? Or did you ever believe we were equals at all?"
The Devil’s eyes burned like twin embers, the flickering rage within threatening to ignite. His breath came slow, controlled, but the fury in his voice was unmistakable.
"Chains mean nothing to a being forged in the abyss," he growled. "And I would rather fall a thousand times than kneel before a traitor like you, Predator.”
Predator chuckled. "I completely agree. But now—tell me, where is the Soul Eater?"
"I will never tell you," the Devil growled.
Predator smiled wider. "Oh, you will." He gestured, and a vision shimmered to life in the air: two prisoners, unconscious in a dungeon cell.
"What have you done to my lord?!" the Devil cried.
"Nothing... just a few fainting darts," Predator replied. "But if you refuse to cooperate, I’ll kill them ."
"Don’t you dare!" the Devil screamed. "In exchange, I will give you the Soul Eater." He raised his hand and closed his eyes. Ancient syllables left his lips. A weapon materialised in his grasp.
The blade shimmered, forged from a mysterious alloy that absorbed and magnified the surrounding light. Carved runes pulsed softly along its surface, and the moment it was summoned, it resonated with the heartbeat of its wielder. The hilt, encrusted with gemstones, pulsed with elemental force—its power whispered of origin in a lost, arcane land.
With a snarl, the Devil hurled the Soul Eater toward Predator.
Predator caught it and laughed. "Now all I need is the Falchion—and I will become the most powerful god this world has ever known." Then, he drew his own weapon—Death Prey.
Forged from enchanted silver, it gleamed with a spectral radiance. This phantom blade captured the energy of the moon and sliced through even shadow itself. Adorned with ancient runes, the weapon had dominion over both mystical and physical realms, allowing its master to summon spectral allies and command the very storms.
Then Predator merged both the weapons. The moment the weapons touched—there was an explosion. Smoke filled every corner of the battlefield.
Then, a voice rang from the heavens:
"Predator, you have broken the rule of Eternity by merging Soul Eater and Death Prey. Eternity chose humans to do that. You were forbidden to wield both. Now, face the consequences of your action. ”
The Demon appeared, laughing. "I’ve got you, Predator.” he hissed.
Then he realised that the other two gods were not in the vision.
He prowled the wreckage, seeking the weapons. Soul Eater lay beside the throne. But Death Prey was gone.
He screamed in rage, muttering curses under his breath.Then, he vanished—taking Soul Eater with him.
In Velgardis, Sam woke up with a start.
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