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*THIS STORY WILL BE SLOW PACED, I REPEAT THIS STORY WILL BE SLOW PACED* 


Betrayed. Broken. Trapped in the abyss.

Derrick Steins was just another high schooler with dreams—until those he trusted tore his world apart. Left beaten and bleeding, he fell into a deep coma, his consciousness slipping into darkness…

But when he wakes, it isn’t in a hospital bed. It isn’t in the world he once knew.

It’s Hell.

A realm of nightmares where the air stinks of blood, monsters feast on the weak, and the only rule is survival. Here, the strong reign as gods, and the powerless are erased without a trace.

Derrick should be terrified. He should despair. But instead, something within him awakens—something dark, something hungry.

He was cast aside once. Never again.

If Hell wants a monster… he’ll become something far worse.

This is his descent. His rebirth. His reckoning.

This is Demon God’s Requiem.

Demon God’s Requiem

Chapter 25: A Mask Wearing Thin

The Days Blur Together

The days bleed into one another, a relentless cycle of:

A shadow at the edge of my vision.

A flicker of darkness where none should be.

A distortion of light and shadow in the classroom.

A reflection in the mirror that isn't mine.

A War on Two Fronts

Jason and his pack of vultures are worse than ever.

Like they can sense my breaking point approaching.

Their cruelty is sharper, their attacks more focused.

Jason doesn't just shove me anymore—he tests me.

"Come on, Steins, hit me. I know you want to."

His voice is always casual, always mocking.

Luke snickers from behind him. "Maybe he finally grew a spine."

Because fighting back won't change anything.

Because power is a currency I don't have.

Because no one cares what happens to people like me.

The imbalance suffocates me, pressing down like an unbreakable weight.

But I refuse to let them see me crumble.

The Only Refuge

Because seeing my family happy is the only thing that keeps me grounded.

And in their obliviousness, I find a strange kind of peace.

Moments where the darkness recedes, if only for a little while.

At dinner, Lily chatters endlessly about some school project.

I nod, act interested, throw in a small joke here and there.

For a second, I almost believe the lie.

Every day, the mask becomes harder to hold.

A Storm That Won't Be Ignored

I cling to the happiness around me like a life raft.

Seeping through the cracks in my carefully constructed facade.

I see it in my reflection—the tired eyes, the clenched jaw, the emptiness growing beneath the surface.

I hear it in my voice—tighter, more forced, barely holding together.

I don't know what will be left of me.