Chapter 44: The Awakening of the Demon Eyes
Kuragami stood at the peak of a blood-soaked battlefield, his aura coiling like a living storm. Beneath him, the once-proud Demoness of Greed now knelt, her silver hair stained with blood, her emerald eyes hollowed with submission.
She had once ruled over her vast domain with an iron grip, her greed consuming all before her. But now, she had been defeated and broken. She was no longer the Demoness of Greed.
She was Selphira—reborn under Kuragami's rule.
Saphira stood beside him, her black hair flowing like shadows in the wind, her pitch-black eyes emotionless as she observed the fallen demoness.
Kuragami looked down at Selphira. "You have surrendered to me. From this moment, you are not my enemy. You are my blade, my shadow, my sword. Do you accept this fate?"
Selphira raised her bloodied face, a twisted smirk forming on her lips. "I have seen the cruelty of demons, the arrogance of gods... but you, Kuragami, are something entirely different. If I follow you, I will witness the fall of everything that stands above us. That is a sight worth seeing."
Kuragami nodded. "Then rise, Selphira. You are mine now."
A dark sigil burned itself into Selphira's forehead, binding her existence to him. A wave of energy pulsed through the battlefield as she fully accepted her new identity.
With the Sixth Strongest Demon now under his command, Kuragami turned to Saphira, his purple eyes gleaming with unreadable thoughts.
"Come. There is something I must show you."
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Kuragami's Eyes: The Power of the Demon God
They stood within the heart of Kuragami's domain, the Forgotten Throne looming above them. The air itself crackled with power as Kuragami sat upon his throne, his gaze locked onto Saphira.
"You have seen my power. But there is something even I do not fully understand."
Saphira tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
Kuragami closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. But this time…
They were no longer purple.
His irises shifted to a brilliant, golden hue, glowing like miniature suns.
Saphira's eyes widened as the entire throne room trembled. A ghostly mist swirled around them, and suddenly, the air filled with whispers of the dead. The spirits of fallen warriors, slaughtered kings, and forgotten souls emerged from the shadows, their ethereal forms standing in silent reverence before Kuragami.
"Golden Eyes," Kuragami said, his voice calm yet filled with ancient power. "The ability to summon the undead."
Saphira could barely breathe as she felt the overwhelming presence of countless souls, all bound to Kuragami's will. The sheer authority he exuded made it clear—these were not mere spirits. They were his eternal army.
Kuragami blinked. His golden eyes darkened into crimson red.
Immediately, the throne room shook as an explosion of power erupted from his body. The air itself seemed to catch fire, and an indescribable pressure crushed the surroundings.
Saphira's breath hitched.
"Red Eyes," Kuragami stated, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand battlefields. "This power makes me physically the strongest. No force, no weapon, no being can overpower me in sheer strength when my eyes are red."
His muscles tensed, his presence overwhelming. It was not just brute force—it was absolute dominance over physical power itself.
But before the air could settle, Kuragami's eyes shifted again—this time into an icy blue.
The moment they did, the air changed.
A wave of cold surged through the room, but it was not just cold—it was the essence of elemental power itself. The very laws of nature bowed to him. The torches that once burned in the throne room froze into ice, yet the floor beneath them cracked with searing flames.
"Blue Eyes," Kuragami explained. "With this, I control the elements themselves. Fire, water, lightning, wind, earth—everything bends to my will."
Saphira clenched her fists. "This… this is beyond demonic power."
Kuragami's smirk widened, but he was not done.
His eyes turned jet black.
The moment they did, his aura shifted—no, it multiplied.
A surge of speed coursed through his body, his movements becoming untraceable, his very presence becoming a blur. But beyond just speed, something else happened—Saphira sensed something terrifying.
Kuragami reached forward, grasping a blade from the air—a weapon he had never wielded before. And yet… he handled it as if it were an extension of his own body.
"Black Eyes," he said. "With this, I master any weapon, any blade, any technique. My speed increases beyond measure, and no enemy can touch me."
Saphira felt a shiver run down her spine.
But then…
Kuragami's eyes shifted one final time.
They returned to their original, deep purple hue.
And the entire world seemed to stop.
The very fabric of reality trembled, as if recognizing the true power hidden within those amethyst eyes.
"Purple Eyes," Kuragami whispered, "allow me to copy any attack… and make it my own."
Saphira's eyes widened in shock.
"Not just copy," he continued. "I can mix it with my own power. Enhance it. Corrupt it. Make it something greater than the original."
A power unlike any other.
A power that could turn the abilities of gods and demons into mere toys for his amusement.
Kuragami leaned forward on his throne, his gaze locking onto Saphira's.
"And the most terrifying part?" he mused. "I do not know when I obtained this ability."
Saphira swallowed. "You don't… remember?"
Kuragami shook his head. "These eyes were always mine. But I do not recall when they awakened… or why."
A moment of tense silence passed between them.
Then, Kuragami smirked. "But does it matter?"
He stood from his throne, his black coat billowing behind him.
"With this power, I will take everything. I will break the gods. I will shatter the heavens. And I will carve my own throne in the ruins of fate itself."
His purple eyes burned with absolute certainty.
And Saphira?
She could only stare at him, her heart pounding, her body trembling—not in fear, but in something far more dangerous.
Admiration. Devotion. And something else… something she dared not name.
End of Chapter 44