The Demon That Shouldn’t Exist—The West’s Last Gamble

A Desperate Pact Sealed in Blood

The world trembled.

Across the shattered remains of Western civilization, the echoes of destruction had grown louder. Laurent was dead. France had fallen. Italy was incinerated. And now, with the Awakened marching forward, the once-mighty Western nations stood on the brink of collapse.

The so-called "LP Awakeners"—their last line of defense—were nothing but insects compared to Alaa Moujado, Ali Moujado, and the monstrous beings that followed them. They needed something stronger.

Something beyond human.

Something beyond reason.

In the deepest underground chambers of a secret military base, the remaining Western elite stood before a massive, circular summoning platform, ancient symbols glowing crimson along its edges. The air reeked of blood and despair.

A hooded figure stepped forward, his hands dripping with fresh sacrifice.

"We have no choice," General Carter, the highest-ranking surviving Western military officer, muttered under his breath. "The demons must answer."

Another official, his hands trembling, whispered, "Are we really doing this…? This isn't just another pact… this is… something else."

The hooded figure turned to them, his voice cold and sharp.

"The deal was made long before tonight. Now, it must be completed."

With a final incantation, the ground split apart.

A black mist surged from the abyss, twisting and curling into a shape that defied logic. The temperature plummeted, the air turning razor-thin as something stepped forward from the darkness.

A figure too tall, too thin, too monstrous to be human.

Its four burning eyes flickered with a cold hunger.

A voice, both ancient and emotionless, rumbled across reality itself.

"You… who have summoned me… offer your souls."

The hooded figure did not hesitate. He lifted a dagger to his throat and slit it open, his blood spilling into the sigil.

The entity inhaled deeply, and the moment the blood touched the floor, it was absorbed into its form.

A single heartbeat passed.

Then the creature smiled.

And the war changed forever.

Alaa and the Awakened—The Battle Approaches

In the devastated landscape of Southern Europe, the Awakened regrouped.

Alaa stood among the ruins, his massive form towering over what remained of Paris. His blade, still stained with the blood of Laurent, gleamed under the moonlight.

Yasser, the Insect King, hovered nearby, his moth-like wings twitching.

"Something's coming," Yasser hissed. "I can feel it in the air. It's… unnatural."

Ali Moujado, deep in meditation after his volcanic awakening, slowly opened his eyes. "A mistake," he muttered. "They have made a mistake."

Alaa turned, his expression dark.

"What do you mean?"

Ali exhaled slowly, embers flickering from his breath.

"The West wasn't strong enough to fight us. But instead of surrendering… they turned to something worse."

Yasser's mandibles clicked. "Demonic energy."

Alaa's eyes narrowed. "I thought we killed the demons already."

Ali shook his head. "No. Not these demons. Not the weaklings Laurent and his kind worshiped. This is something else."

A pause.

Then, a distant sound.

A deep, guttural chuckle that made the ground itself tremble.

Alaa turned toward the west, his hands tightening into fists.

Something was coming.

And for the first time in a long while—

Alaa felt something close to fear.

The West Strikes Back—An Unholy Power Awakens

The skies over Germany split apart as a black mist flooded the battlefield. The remaining Western forces, already battered and broken, knelt before their new "savior".

The entity—no longer just a shadow but something tangible, monstrous, and wrong—stretched its inhuman limbs, its four burning eyes scanning the battlefield.

General Carter stood before it, trembling. "You will destroy them for us, won't you?"

The creature's grin widened.

"Destroy?" it whispered. "No, General. I will… consume."

The Western soldiers around them began screaming.

Their bodies twisted, bones cracking, skin splitting as the black mist invaded their flesh. Their eyes turned hollow, their voices merged into one.

The demon did not need an army.

It simply became one.

The Western forces no longer existed.

In their place stood something far worse.

And it marched toward the Awakened.

The Clash of Titans—The Battlefield of No Return

In the heart of Europe, the two forces finally met.

Alaa stood at the frontline, his blade gleaming with golden energy.

Ali, his body wreathed in black hellfire, exhaled softly.

Yasser's insectoid eyes darted across the battlefield, analyzing the movements of the twisted monstrosities that had once been men.

Then, it happened.

A ripple of darkness.

Alaa barely had time to react before a clawed hand nearly tore his arm off.

He dodged, barely.

The creature smiled.

"So, this is the giant who killed Laurent?"

Alaa gritted his teeth. "Who… no, what are you?"

The entity chuckled. "I am the last mistake your enemies will ever make."

The battle erupted.

The ground shattered beneath Alaa's charge, his blade carving through the monstrous army, but for every creature he cut down, another rose in its place.

Ali became a living inferno, burning through the black mist, yet it refused to die.

Yasser moved like lightning, but even his fastest strikes barely left a dent in the nightmare before them.

Then—

The demon's true form emerged.

It was no longer just a shape in the mist.

It was something massive. Something cosmic. Something that should not exist.

Alaa's fists clenched tighter.

For the first time since this war began—

They were outmatched.

Epilogue: A War Beyond Humanity

The battle had begun, but this was no longer just a war between the Awakened and the Western traitors.

This was something worse.

The West had unleashed something beyond human comprehension. The Chia Empire continued to watch, waiting for their moment to strike. The Russian Kingdom had begun its own conquest, seeking power amidst the chaos. And the Awakened, for all their strength, now faced an enemy they might not be able to defeat.

Alaa, his golden eyes burning, took a deep breath.

"Then we kill it."

Ali grinned. "If it bleeds… it burns."

The Insect King hissed. "Then let's see if it can die."

The final battle had only just begun.

And for the first time—

Victory was uncertain.

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