Sixteen years ago…
Baselroth cried out as invisible chains bound her limbs, pinning her in place. Abaddon's energy coiled like venomous serpents around her, seeping into her very bones.
"You've brought disgrace to me, Baselroth," Abaddon spat, his voice thundering through the palace. His eyes glowed crimson, his rage beyond reason. "You will be imprisoned here… forever."
He raised his hand to the heavens, conjuring a massive, glowing pyramid that hovered midair like a cursed star. Its surface pulsed with ancient seals—each one a curse etched in blood and soul.
"Father, please! He's just a child—my child!" Baselroth's voice cracked with desperation. "Don't do this. You don't have to—"
"Silence!" Abaddon boomed. "This is your punishment."
With a flick of his fingers, he hurled her into the air like a discarded toy. The pyramid opened, and Baselroth was sucked inside. The structure vanished in a blink, cloaked into a different dimension.
Inside, Baselroth crashed to the ground. The air was thick, pressing like the weight of a hundred storms. She scrambled to her feet and ran to the glowing walls, slamming her fists against them. "Let me out! Let me out!"
Each strike bruised her knuckles, but the walls didn't even tremble. They were as cold and unbreakable as divine steel. Her breathing grew heavy. The realization hit her like a blade to the chest—this prison could only be broken by death… Abaddon's death… or his will to release her.
Tears streamed down her face, burning trails on her cheeks. "Rademos… my child…"
Her voice echoed back at her, hollow and distant, swallowed by the cursed pyramid.
In the human realm, the city of Felfilli rested under a soft morning mist.
Mamodeus stepped into its borders with malevolent purpose in his stride. The veins on his arm pulsed with unnatural energy as he held a vial of crimson liquid—the demon lord's blood. He raised it to the sky, whispering ancient words that twisted the air.
The spell ignited, releasing an aura of bloodied shadow. It danced through the wind, sharp and chilling, leading Mamodeus like a hound to its prey.
He arrived at a modest home on the outskirts of town, cloaked by protective spells. The aura stopped. Mamodeus narrowed his eyes. "So, this is where you're hiding him…"
Inside, a two-year-old boy named Rademos played on a fur rug, his laughter like wind chimes on a spring morning. A woman with snow-white hair—Lafreya, a Lycan—watched over him. Her aura was calm, her instincts sharp. She turned to retrieve a herb poultice from the kitchen.
The moment she stepped away, Mamodeus slipped inside.
He found the child, glowing with subtle power. The moment his fingers touched Rademos' hand, his irises flared red, bloodlines whispering secrets only a true demon could hear.
"This power…" he whispered, trembling. "He is the one… The chosen…"
He reached to pick the child up—but a sudden gust of divine energy blew the door apart.
Clang!
Mamodeus was sent flying backward, slamming into the fence outside. Dust rose like smoke as he struggled to stand, only to see Cinzel emerge from the shadows, sword drawn and flaming with celestial light.
"You dare touch my son?" Cinzel's voice was quiet, but beneath it boiled unfiltered wrath.
Mamodeus's hands trembled as he stood. "You… You should've stayed in the heavens."
Cinzel lunged. Their swords clashed in a storm of sparks. Mamodeus ducked a blow and retaliated with a fiery strike, but Cinzel parried with ease, throwing him across the yard again.
Mamodeus coughed, blood staining his lips.
"I won't let you take him!" Cinzel roared.
Knowing he couldn't win, Mamodeus crushed a teleporting seal under his heel. The magic circle flared beneath him, and with a last glare, he vanished in a blink.
Mamodeus collapsed in the Demon Palace's throne room, blood trailing down his chin. He crawled forward, stopping at Abaddon's towering feet.
"You… couldn't capture a child?!" Abaddon's voice shook the walls. He stood from his throne, eyes blazing.
"I-I tried! Cinzel appeared but—"
Before he could finish, Abaddon vanished and appeared before him, shadow engulfing him like smoke.
"Worthless fool."
"But… I saw him," Mamodeus said, gasping. "He's not ordinary. That boy… He has our blood."
Abaddon paused, his fury briefly giving way to intrigue.
"He has the demon power… He carries both realms in him. I believe he is the child from the prophecy."
A wicked smile stretched across Abaddon's face. He placed his clawed hand on Mamodeus' head and pierced into his memory.
The scene unfolded—Rademos' glowing eyes, his untainted aura, the raw power laced beneath his skin.
Abaddon's breath hitched. "It's true…"
He stepped back, laughter bubbling from his chest—dark, triumphant, echoing through the throne room.
"Hahaha… It is indeed my flesh and blood…"
He raised his arms, shadowy flames swirling around him.
"The child is mine! The realms will kneel—both heaven and earth!"
His laughter continued, wild and unstoppable.
And far away, within the steel pyramid of hell, Baselroth's eyes widened. Her soul trembled.
She knew. She felt it.
Abaddon had discovered the truth.
And now… he would stop at nothing.