Demon Domain's Calamity

The crimson skies of the Demon Domain burned as if scorched by the wrath of vengeful gods, a maelstrom of unnatural clouds blotting out the distant stars. Ceilea Star, once a symbol of unyielding beauty and light, now hung in the heavens like a ghostly specter, its pale glow swallowed by the chaos consuming the land below. The air carried the metallic tang of blood, the acrid stench of ash, and the mournful cries of a realm teetering on the brink of destruction.

In the Moonlight City, nestled beneath Ceilea Star's shadow, a girl with violet eyes and hair the color of moonlight gazed out from the fractured window of a spire. Nova Ries stood still, her small hands clutching the ledge tightly. Her reflection in the broken glass mirrored her wide, troubled eyes, filled with the weight of emotions far beyond her years. Below her, the city writhed in chaos. Screams echoed from its cobblestone streets as ethereal invaders carved through demon warriors like scythes through grain.

Despite her youthful appearance and the innocence etched into her features, Nova was no ordinary child. Born of divine and titanic essence, her existence was a miracle, a creation forged from remnants of Aphrodite's power and her father, Thomas Ries's indomitable will. Yet in this moment, she did not feel miraculous or extraordinary. She felt small, helpless, and burdened by a growing realization of the horrors unfolding around her.

She glanced over her shoulder at Alexander Ries, her uncle, who stood at the room's center like a steadfast sentinel. His tall, muscular frame was clad in dark armor, his silver hair catching the faint light. The great sword strapped across his back glinted ominously, a weapon of legend that had seen countless battles. His eyes, a piercing steel-blue, scanned the horizon with the grim focus of a warrior anticipating the worst.

"Uncle Alexander," Nova said softly, her voice trembling like a fragile thread of silk. "Why… why are they doing this?"

Alexander turned his gaze to her, his expression softening despite the tension etched into his features. "Some beings don't think as we do, Nova. Sometimes they are merely misguided or following orders, others they are driven by power, greed… perhaps all of it." His voice, though calm, carried an edge of bitterness.

"But even the children…" Nova began, her small voice faltering as she turned her gaze back to the chaos below. "Even the ones who don't fight… they're just being killed. The children, the families, why?" Her hands tightened on the ledge, her knuckles white.

Alexander hesitated, his heart heavy as he looked at his niece. She was far too perceptive, far too aware of the reality around her. Yet, she was still a child. He wanted to protect her innocence, to shield her from the truth. But lying to her would only deepen the pain.

"I don't know" he said finally, his tone gentle yet firm. "but there's no need to fear, our place is protected, your dad placed a teleportation array to teleport all the three cities and their people to Gaea. It just take some time to activate and your Aunt Kallana is at it as we speak"

Nova's eyes widened at the mention of her father. "Daddy…" she whispered, her heart tightening. She knew her father was strong, stronger than anyone else she had ever known. She was happy he took precautions to protect her but her heart ached for her father who was out there facing many enemies.

"He'll be fine," Alexander said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Your father is far stronger than they know. He's faced worse and prevailed. But for now, we have to stay safe. That's what he'd want."

Nova nodded slowly, her lip trembling as she tried to hold back tears. "But it's not fair, Uncle Alexander. It's not fair that all these people have to suffer… just because of us."

Alexander's expression hardened, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. He knelt before Nova, placing his hands gently on her small shoulders. "Listen to me, Nova. None of this is your fault. Do you hear me? None of it. What's happening is because of their choices, not ours. Your father is fighting to protect everyone, including you. And one day, you'll be strong enough to help him. But for now, you have to trust us to keep you safe."

Nova sniffled, nodding again as a tear slipped down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, trying to appear braver than she felt. "Okay… I trust you, Uncle Alexander."

"Good girl," Alexander said with a faint smile, ruffling her hair. He rose to his full height, his gaze turning back to the window. " We should be getting to Gaea anytime now. Stay close to Lulu. She'll protect you if anything happens. You know, I feel bad for these invaders when they arrive at Gaea and meet brother's true body."

Saying his piece, Alexander left to see how the activation sequence for the teleport was going, leaving his nephew and Lulu for the moment.

At the mention of her name, Lulu growled softly from her position by the door. The lioness-turned-daemon stood tall, her golden fur glinting faintly in the dim light. Her humanoid form was striking, her feline features elegant yet fierce, her muscular frame exuding raw power. Her sharp eyes never stopped scanning the room for potential threats.

"I'll protect her with my life," Lulu said, her voice low and guttural. She flexed her clawed hands, the tips gleaming like polished obsidian. "But if any of those spirit bastards come near, they won't leave in one piece."

From far above, the floating islands where the cities of Ceilea were located all flashed away leaving no trace of it's presence.

Far to the west, amidst the smoldering ruins of Ferrus, Thomas Ries stood at the heart of the chaos. His imposing figure, clad in dark armor that bore the sigils of a demon emperor, was a pillar of unyielding defiance. Around him, the city crumbled under the weight of the invasion. Massive towers collapsed into heaps of rubble, their demonic architecture no match for the onslaught of the Spirit Realm's invaders.

The spirits moved with precision, their every action calculated and efficient. They were not mindless destroyers; they were conquerors. And at their head stood Kalrus, the Spirit of War, his presence a black sun that radiated an oppressive aura. His every step seemed to command the battlefield, his war powers bending the tide of conflict to his will. He moved like a general and a god of destruction, his form an amalgamation of ethereal armor and spectral energy that crackled with raw power.

Kalrus's voice echoed across the battlefield, deep and resonant, carrying both authority and malice. "Scour this land. Leave no stone unturned. Find the godling."

Thomas, hidden behind his guise as a demon emperor, watched the scene unfold with cold, calculating eyes. He felt the weight of Kalrus's presence, a tangible force that pressed against his senses. But even as the spirits carved through the demon forces with brutal efficiency, Thomas did not falter. He remained still, his power carefully restrained, his true nature concealed.

He gripped the Necrospear in his right hand, the weapon's dark shaft pulsating with latent energy. The ground beneath his feet was slick with the blood of demons and invaders alike, and the air crackled with residual energy from the rifts in reality. He could feel the tears forming around him, unstable and volatile, a reminder of the material realm's fragility in the face of such immense power.

A spirit warrior lunged at him, its blade shimmering with spectral light. Thomas reacted with practiced ease, his movements swift and precise. The Necrospear sang as it arced through the air, striking the spirit with a burst of Sin Force. The energy surged through the invader, unraveling its form like thread pulled from a tapestry. But for every spirit he struck down, more took its place.

Above, Arsolan watched from the shadows of a broken tower, his fair face illuminated by the crimson glow of the burning city. In his human guise, he was the very image of charm and elegance, his emerald-green eyes glinting with hidden malice. But beneath the surface lay his true nature, a spirit dragon born in the heart of a dark star.

He was given others to keep following the kid. Yet, there was something about the so-called demon emperor that didn't add up. He could sense the immense power Thomas kept hidden, a power that far exceeded that of any demon. Arsolan however never crossed paths with deities to know how their power felt as they were long gone before his birth.

As the battle raged on, Thomas was tracking the unseen eyes upon him. Now he had fought so many spirits in a short time he could recognize the fair-faced guy that was following him to be one as well. Probably a spy, but it wasn't the time to deal with him.

He expected the spirits to have attacked not only Ferrus but the domain as a whole, if so his security measures back at Ceilea should have taken the flying cities all the way to Gaea where he's all powerful. He needs to know what they are after.