Bab 32: The Demon’s Tale: The Legacy of the Marks
The demon's laughter echoed through the battlefield, his voice resonating like the deep rumble of an ancient storm. Perched atop the grotesque demonic head he had summoned, he looked down upon Seiji, his eyes gleaming with malice and a flicker of respect.
"Do you even comprehend the weight of the power you wield, mortal?" he sneered, his tone laced with mockery. "The 32 Marks of God are not just a tool for your amusement. They are remnants of a bygone era, when the universe was young and mortals dared to stand alongside gods."
The air around them shimmered, as if the demon's words themselves were warping reality. Dark flames coiled around his body, shaping visions of a time long forgotten.
A Time of Gods and Mortals
"Long ago," the demon began, "before your fragile world was shaped, the gods were at war with chaos itself. To bring order to the formless void, they inscribed their essence into creation, crafting the 32 Marks of God. Each mark was a piece of their divinity, gifted to champions deemed worthy—or desperate enough to carry their burden."
The vision shifted, showing a radiant battlefield where colossal figures clashed. Warriors adorned with glowing marks stood against titanic beasts of shadow.
"There was Auriel the Radiant, whose Divine Radiance could blind entire armies of darkness. Her light didn't just burn away evil; it erased it from existence, leaving behind only purity. Her steps carved paths of gold through the Great Abyss, and her enemies fell before her like shadows before the dawn."
The demon's expression darkened as the vision showed a towering figure with piercing eyes that glowed like twin stars.
"And then there was Kaelor the Omniscient, a fool who thought he could control fate itself. His Vision allowed him to see all possibilities, all outcomes, yet it was his arrogance that led to his downfall. He tried to rewrite destiny itself, only to be consumed by the chaos he sought to control."
The battlefield morphed, showing a man clad in golden armor standing amidst ruins.
"Then came Vorith the Unbreakable," the demon spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "He bore the Unbreakable Body, invincible to blade and magic alike. He declared himself a god and conquered entire realms. But even his invulnerability couldn't protect him from the poison of ambition. His end came not by strength but by treachery."
The Era of Glory and Destruction
The visions shifted to a woman with fiery hair standing atop a volcanic peak.
"Lyanna the Elemental Sage," the demon said, his tone softening with a hint of admiration. "She wielded the Master of Elements to reshape the very world. Oceans rose and mountains fell at her command. But power like hers comes at a cost. In her hubris, she drowned an entire continent, believing it was a necessary sacrifice for balance."
The vision dissolved into a temple of radiant light, its walls etched with divine runes.
"And then there was Eryndor, the one who dared betray them all," the demon hissed. "With the Voice of Command, he bent the gods themselves to his will. Entire civilizations fell with a single word. But his greed for more—always more—led to the downfall of the bearers. His betrayal shattered their unity and unleashed chaos anew."
The Scattering of the Marks
The demon's flames flickered, casting long shadows as the vision changed once more. The gods appeared, their faces grim, as they scattered the marks across the cosmos.
"The gods, in their infinite arrogance, decided the marks were too dangerous to remain together. They hid them away in bloodlines, artifacts, and even the fabric of reality itself. But their decision wasn't wisdom—it was fear. Fear of the power they had created. Fear of mortals rising to challenge their thrones."
The demon leaned forward, his grin wide and sinister.
"And now, here you stand, Seiji, a mere speck in the vast history of the 32 Marks. Do you truly believe you are their master? Or are you just another pawn in their endless game?"
The True Power of the Marks
The demon raised a clawed hand, weaving the flames into shapes as he spoke.
"Each mark holds a piece of divinity, a fragment of limitless potential. The Voice of Command can reshape reality with a word, bending even the laws of nature to its will. The Master of Elements grants dominion over fire, water, air, and earth, but its true potential lies in fusing them into forces beyond mortal comprehension."
The flames formed into the shape of a winged figure.
"Celestial Wings not just for flight. They can shield entire armies or cut through dimensions themselves. And the Control Over Life and Death—I have seen bearers raise the dead and curse the living to eternal torment. They were not saviors; they were tyrants."
The demon chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with ancient malice.
"But the greatest mark, the Divine Transcendence, allows its bearer to phase beyond this reality entirely. They become untouchable, unbound by the constraints of time and space. Only one has ever fully mastered it, and his name is whispered in fear even among the gods."
The Demon's Challenge
The demon's tale ended, and the visions dissolved into nothingness. He stared down at Seiji, his grin widening.
"So tell me, mortal," he said, his voice a mix of mockery and challenge. "Do you truly believe you can wield these marks without consequence? Do you think their power is yours to command? Or will you crumble, as all who came before you have?"
Seiji met the demon's gaze, his expression unyielding. The battlefield around them seemed to hold its breath, the weight of the demon's words hanging heavy in the air.
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