THE SEAL ⚔️

Ken's devilish voice echoes through the cold, metallic room, "You think you can break me?" His breath is heavy, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth as he sits slumped against the floor, his head tilted slightly forward.

Suddenly, his body stiffens. His eyes snap wide open-glowing dark, blood-red. Not just his irises, but his entire eyes are consumed by that crimson hue, like burning coals in a sea of darkness.

A black pulse erupts from his body-a wave of dark aura spreading like a shockwave across the room. The invisible force rushes outward, distorting the very air. The glowing magic stones fixed in the walls flicker violently before shattering into darkness one by one.

CRACK!

BZZT!

POP!

The room is swallowed by a suffocating blackness. Only Ken's glowing red eyes remain-a beacon of dread in the void.

Fear grips the workers. Their confident smirks vanish, replaced by wide, trembling eyes and the sound of panicked breathing.

"W-What the hell is this...?" one worker stammers, stepping back.

"His aura... it's not human!" another whispers, his voice shaking.

"Turn the lights back on! NOW!" a third worker yells desperately, slamming buttons on a control panel-nothing happens. The darkness remains.

From Ken's blood-soaked face, thick streams of blood begin to drip from his eyes, tracing down his cheeks like tears. The blood hits the cold metallic floor, merging with the already spilled blood from his earlier wounds.

Then-Something moves.

The puddle of blood bubbles unnaturally. A dark ripple spreads across its surface as if something beneath is clawing its way out.

Suddenly, a long, clawed hand-black as obsidian, with sharp talons-bursts from the pool of blood, slamming onto the floor with a wet, sickening squelch.

THUD!

CRACK!

The metallic floor dents slightly under the force. Another hand follows. Slowly, something begins to emerge-a towering, devilish figure pulls itself out of the blood, dripping with darkness.

It stands tall-over seven feet-with massive, black wings unfolding from its back, the wings stretching wide, scraping against the metallic walls. Its skin is pitch black, veins glowing faintly with a dark red hue, matching Ken's eyes. Its face is twisted with sharp, demonic features, and its mouth stretches unnaturally wide into a grin filled with jagged teeth.

The room is frozen in terror.

"W-What... is that?!" a worker screams, stumbling backward, dropping his weapon with a loud clang.

"Is this... is this some kind of monster?!" another shouts.

"Shoot it! SHOOT IT!!"

Before anyone can react-

The devil lets out an earth-shattering roar.

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH H!!"

The walls tremble, and the ground vibrates beneath them. The sound pierces through their chests like knives, leaving some workers clutching their ears, falling to their knees in agony.

Amidst the chaos, the Lord watches from behind the thick glass. His face remains unreadable, but his eyes narrow slightly. Without a word, he turns and walks away, his figure fading into the shadows of the corridor.

The workers are left in a nightmare-a devil unleashed, darkness consuming, and Ken's crimson eyes still burning through it all.

The devil stands tall, its massive black wings spread wide, dripping with the blood of its birth. Its glowing red veins pulse with a sinister rhythm, matching the flicker of Ken's crimson eyes in the darkened room.

Without warning-

BAM!

The devil vanishes in a blur of shadow. A worker barely turns his head before a clawed hand pierces straight through his chest, bursting out from the other side, crushing his heart in a single grip. Blood sprays like a fountain, splattering across the cold metal walls.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"NO-PLEASE-!"

The devil rips its arm out, tossing the lifeless body aside like a rag doll. It lands with a sickening thud, bones snapping on impact.

Panic erupts. Workers scramble, slipping on the blood-slick floor. Some try to fight back, raising weapons infused with weak magic-but it's useless.

One worker charges, screaming, swinging a glowing blade-

SLASH!

The devil's claw moves faster than the eye can see, slicing through the man's neck. His head spins in the air before hitting the ground with a hollow thump. His body collapses seconds later.

"IT'S A MONSTER!"

"RUN! RUN!"

"HELP ME, SOMEBODY-!"

Another worker falls to his knees, trembling, tears streaming down his face.

"P-Please... d-don't... I-I have a family-"

The devil steps forward slowly, its grin widening. Without hesitation, it drives its claw straight into the man's skull, silencing his plea with a sickening crack.

Blood pools everywhere, mixing with the remains of those who dared to resist. The screams echo, growing weaker as the devil slaughters without mercy, its face never losing that twisted, demonic grin.

Some workers try to escape, banging on locked doors, shouting for help that will never come.

"OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE!"

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE-!"

But the devil hunts them down one by one, its speed unmatched, its claws relentless.