Demons_and_I

In the realms above, supernatural beings of unfathomable magnificence exist, far beyond mortal comprehension. These divinities wield unimaginable power, capable of obliterating worlds with a mere breath.

However, what unfolds when these gods meet their demise?

Set in a remote corner of the vast universe, long after the apocalyptic Thousand Millennium War of the Heavenly Beasts and Deities, this tale delves into a forgotten world. Here, the ashes of fallen gods descend upon an insignificant pebble, adrift amidst the cosmic tapestry of space and time. 

Their impact alters the life of a proud young man, who embraces the abrupt changes thrust upon his world. Refusing to yield to the clutches of fate and karma, he dares to defy the heavens themselves.

Will he triumph over an insurmountable destiny, or succumb to fate like gods of unimaginable might did before him?

The dreams of a deceased deity and the fate of a dying world hang precariously, hinged upon the future of this young man. He treads upon an endless bridge, forged from the corpses of the fallen.

Unlock this epic saga of death, sorrow, war, blood, love, vengeance, and triumph with your own eyes.




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God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.

Even as Cain tried to cut down and escape the many hands reaching for him, Og-solath cast another spell. His left hand formed a strange hand symbol which he pointed at Cain,

Cain's eyes widened in disbelief as blood streamed down his nose and ears. A familiar feeling of weakness and pain suddenly washed over him. However this time, it was far worse than anything he had ever experienced.

For a moment, he could feel it. Something intangible had struck his soul. Although he was able to recover relatively quickly, that brief moment of inattention was more than enough for the hundreds of pale hands to reach for him.

Cain could only watch, slightly starstruck, as one of the hands grabbed his leg. Thankfully, he was wearing the {Heart of Scourge}. However, he felt a large amount of force transmitted to his leg the moment the hand made contact with the armor.

To Battle a Devil means Death (2).