He was born in hell, a demon among monsters. But he made the fatal mistake of showing mercy. He spared humans. Protected the weak. Believed in peace.

For that, they called him filth.
They broke him. Chained him. Mocked him.
And then, they made him watch as his family was torn apart—his children butchered, his mate’s throat ripped out before his eyes.

The demon kings laughed as he screamed.
And when it was his turn to die, he didn’t beg.

He stared them in the eye and whispered:

"I hope you remember this moment... because it’s the last time you’ll ever laugh."

Then he died.

But death wasn’t the end.

The universe had seen enough.
Something ancient woke up.
Something too powerful to control.
Something far beyond hell or heaven.

And so he returned—

As a God.

Not a savior. Not a ruler.
A destroyer.

His name became a curse.
His power, unmatched.
His rage, unstoppable.

He didn’t speak of justice.
He didn’t care about balance.

“You killed my family. You mocked my mercy.
Now, I’ll erase your bloodlines.
I’ll burn your kingdoms.
I’ll rip your names out of existence.”

Chapter 11 - Chapter 11