The chains were cold.
They'd kept him in the dark for days—maybe weeks. Time didn't matter anymore. Only the "Pain. That was his first sensation.
His limbs twisted in unnatural angles, Bones shattered, Every Breath was Heavy,
In Blood.
They have called him a monster, in a mocking tone.
On Earth, he had been ferred hated, and hunted - until they caught him. Tortures him even as his soul burns. He was standing with difficulty, he had an emotionless Smile. Not from peace. From rage, Endless rage.
Then came the voice.
"Rebirth Complete.
Species: Noble Demon
Rece: This Astoroth- Blooded (suppressed)
Location: 9tn Continent of Hell (Abyss Verte)
His eyes snapped open.
The sky was a crimson wound, with two massive moons floating in the crimson sky. Smoke hung in the air like a choking veil. The ground beneath him was cracked obsidian, slick.
And around him- some laughter sounds eco.
A group of demons, humanoid but different, stood nearby. One had tusks, and another's tongue dipped in acid. They wore tattered armour and a mocking smile.
"Well, look who finally woke up. the cursed loser from the Astaroth clan".
Astaroth….the name echoed in his mind. It stirred something deep, something hurried.his clan.
He tried to stand, but his body couldn't because of pain. Blood trickled from his lips.
"What's wrong, noble prince?" one sneered." lost your wings? Oh wait your entire clan did."
Laughter erupted. Mockery is sharper than their blades. He didn't speak, just stared.
A heavy boot slammed into his ribs. Another into his face fell, coughing blood.
"Don't act mighty, loser "
They surrounded him. Kicks, punches. Each blow was a message to him, you're nothing, only a loser.
"STOP!"
A female voice. Angry, fierce, protective.
She appeared like a shadow from the smoke. Slender, bloodied, and beautiful in a way only a demon could be. Her silver eyes burned with anger.
"He's my brother".
The demand for ne paused. Then chuckled.
"So the sister defends the cub?
How cute ".
Their smiles turned crueller. Their eyes shifted from him to her.
"Maybe we've been playing with the wrong sibling."
One reached for her. She slapped his hand away, claws bared.
"Touch me, and I'll rip your spine out."
The tension cracked the air.
Then, laughter again means this time.
"This isn't over," one said. "Your clan's dead. You're just corpses that haven't noticed yet."
They turned and vanished into the haze, leaving the siblings behind.
She dropped beside him, torn cloth already wrapping around his wounds. Blood stained her hands—his and hers.
"It's just us now," she whispered. "The Astaroth Clan is gone."
He didn't ask how. He didn't want to know.
Silence fell. Her fingers trembled. His blood boiled—not from pain, but shame.
She had protected him. He had done nothing.
Never again.
He clenched his fists.
No matter what it took—he would rise. He would reclaim their name. He would crush this twisted world beneath his heel.
And make them all… afraid.
"System initializing Fear Resonance Protocol…"