1 Chapter 0: The Beginning After The End

War in Heaven, it was a war that words could not describe. Destruction in the entire cosmos is greater than any natural force to endure. The Sea of Soul has been tarnished as the material universe is broken beyond repair.

The Old Ones are expecting their incoming downfall as the Webway gates they have built across space and time, as well as realities themselves, begin to crumble. Its hyperspatial structure could not hold the destruction caused by the Necrons and their masters.

The increasing instability of the Warp only accelerates the deterioration process of their grand works. Old One's Empire in its twilight.

If it continues, their access across the entire multiverse and time shall be shattered, yet no one can prevent it. The downfall is near, and with all of their wisdom, the Old Ones know it would be futile to maintain their existence as their souls are either utterly destroyed by the Necrons or by Warp itself.

One of them is trying to keep his own essence intact. The reality-shattering might of the Necrons managed to wound his soul beyond salvaging. He needs to find a safe reality where Warp is dominant yet still not chaotic as this, but also the existence of the Necrons never existed.

Using an impossible Warp bending words, he twists the reality and the unreality to create a pathway to his salvation. He could hear the soulless legions begin their march in his dimension, sending a dreaded sensation that, when felt by a mortal creature, would make them insane instantaneously.

Before the green energy hits him, the path pulls him in. The pathway is like a paradoxical space and time because it was created in a hurry.

He uses his words to bend reality for the second time to ensure his survivability when she arrives at his desired location. The location he wanted to be was a pet project of his people thousands of years ago.

It is where they created various races with psychic power that resemble their finest creation, humanity. They also crafted a unique Webway-like structure in that universe. It was mainly designed to be a place where the Sea of Soul can bleed into the material universe without harming it.

They also created other races on different planets across the cosmos. But for now, he will choose one that will become the heart of their finest creation.

The place is Earth, as humans call it. His people have created various beings other than humans on this reality's Earth. Thus, it would be a perfect place for him to take refuge.

But to put his situation dire would be an understatement. The soulless legions damaged his soul, and he could no longer maintain his material form. He needs to find a suitable host. A human would be compatible with him, yet they are too weak to become his vessel fully. Ironically, he could not inhabit any psychic entities that resided in that world due to their nature as pure psychic entities. His nature with his host would conflict, resulting in his own destruction.

He needs to find a hybrid exposed directly to the Sea of Soul, which means he must be on the brink of death. He peered into the Sea of Soul to search for a dying hybrid of humans.

Then, he found it. The Underworld was a pocket dimension that the Old Ones specially crafted to serve as a home for negative power psychic entities. It seems they have earned their title, devils. Ironically it was a fitting name for them due to their nature as negative Warp creatures. But after a closer inspection of their nature, it was revealed that these creatures are not the exact same creature that the Old Ones created eons ago.

They are weaker and less connected to the Great Ocean. Something has indeed made them de-evolved. It intrigues him, but he will figure it out later.

He needs to survive and thrive. He needs this child's help.

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-Underworld. The territory of Balam-

A child is starving in the dungeon. He is carving for food, but no one answers his call. He could not remember his own name as it would only bring innumerable painful memories to his head.

"Hey, brat!" A harsh and uncaring tone is calling for him. "It's time for dinner."

He can hear an echoing noise of a wooden bowl being thrown to the ground. He approaches the bowl with his broken legs, trying to get food despite his injuries.

The poor boy reaches for his food and brings it to his mouth.

When the food enters his mouth, he can feel his stomach begin to sick. The taste is beyond his crippled body to endure. The boy puked as the devil's laughter sent chills down his spine.

"I made that with a special drug for your experiment. It must taste like shit. But," The devil approaches the child, taking the bowl. With a surprising speed, he shaved the food into the mouth of the child. "You need to eat it properly."

The child cannot feel his mouth due to the strong taste of the food. Some of it managed to enter his lungs due to his master's hand on his neck, choking him.

"What an imbecile," The devil scoffs, heading back to his initial position.

The boy couldn't cry anymore. Everything has been dry out since he was born. He knew what awaited him next. It would be an experiment to increase the devil's population. Because of that experiment, he couldn't remember his own mother. He only remembers moans of pleasure and pain from the deeper part of this dungeon.

He can only wait.

Not long after, he is dragged into the part of the dungeon he hated the most. The boy only shudders, accepting his fate. The rooms didn't not afar from his cell. He was laid bare as his magical power was drained constantly. Then, the torture begins with his body being electrocuted and surgery being conducted while he is still awake.

He screams as the pain is immeasurable. The boy could feel his nervous system burning, tearing his flesh apart. The agonizing process didn't stop until a few hours later. He could not comprehend the reality around him. Everything is white as the pain begins to fade from his sense.

He has accepted his fate, closing his eyes in order to seek a peaceful sleep.

"Did you think it was the end?!" The full-blooded devil angrily shouts, using painful magic to wake him again.

The boy gasps for air, regaining his consciousness.

"We are far from over. I need more experiments to please Lord Lucifer after this," he grumbles, but he makes a smirk that gives a glint that he is enjoying this.

The boy became paler than a corpse as another shock of pain surged all around his body. Refusing to let the scream down, the devil injects the boy with pain-inducing as well as adrenaline drugs.

The boy slowly wonders. This experimentation wasn't for the Satans but for his own amusement.

He wants to be free. He wants to be free from the flesh cage of his body. But nothing he can do. No one can help him as his status as a half-blooded devil.

Before further torture manages to continue, the time itself stops.

{Child} A voice of gently and yet indifferent came to his mind.

The boy is petrified by the realization that no pain is lurking in his body. This is the first time he has felt no pain or misery in his entire life. As his sense slowly returns to his body, the boy asks the voice.

"Who are you?"

{I am your savior. I shall grant your freedom and power. But I will ask you one request} The voice resounds clearly in his mind, giving no ill intention.

Despite all the horrors he has witnessed, the boy's innocents still exist deep in his heart. He wants to survive and live a happy life far from this pit hole.

"Please, I just want to be free." He pleads, feeling his mouth dry.

{You must give me your body and a part of your consciousness}

It is a small price for freedom. The boy extends his harm, trying his best to smile. His innocents save him from the sheer magnitude of the being before him. He is the one who can accept his offer, chosen to be a vessel of this unknown being.

"I accept."

With a simple answer, freedom was given to him.

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The devil still maintains his laugh, unaware of the differences of his victim. It was his error and will be corrected in a way he cannot imagine.

({Zero Existence})

Then, the reality shifts. The devil utterly disappears. But it was not a simple disappearance. The words from the boy's mouth have shaped reality's fundamental aspect. The devil is gone, deleted from reality itself. His soul, body, and essence are erased from every fabric of time and space. No one shall remember him, and no one shall ever remember he was born, and his name would be nonexistent.

Because of his disappearance from reality, the wounds he had inflicted on the half-blood are gone. He immediately made his way out of the chamber, only encountering other guards.

"Halt!" One of the guards yells at him.

({Null Zero}) A sentence left his mouth, causing the guards to scream in pain as their bodies begin to disintegrate alongside their souls.

The boy slowly reaches a much bigger room. The sight would make a sane person mad. The boy sees many of his kin were enslaved and broken. They are dying and perpetually stuck in that life-and-death situation.

"Please... Save us from this misery," A woman grabs his leg, staring at him with her bloodied face.

Without uttering a word, the boy taps into the woman's forehead. The woman closes her eyes for unknown reasons, accepting her peaceful sleep.

"Please, grant us too." A male half-blood came closer to him. He is much younger than the boy. The kid opens his palms, presenting them to the boy. The other follows the kid, begging for salvation.

({Peace}) A wave of gentle psychic power sents them all to eternal sleep.

The boy taps his finger into the ground, slowly spreading a psychic flame across the entire building. The previously dark room has been lit, bringing death to anyone who deserves to be dead inside the building, for those who are innocents shall die with peace on their faces.

He is slowly able to reach the outside world, feeling the cold air of the Underworld.

"Freedom," A voice of innocent echoes in his mind, causing him to smile.

{You have endured well] The boys say to the voice with a smile in return. Yet, it was for him to amuse himself.

"What will we do now?" The voice once again genuinely inquires to the boy.

{From my time, this place is much more flourishing than this barren land. Underworld was not used to being like this} While saying it, a vision of the newly created Underworld comes to his mind.

It was where the Empyeran Sea and the material universe coexisted, where psychic innovations ran rampant. A place where true miracles could be created, and thoughts could become a reality. It was a place where rich with Empyrean stones that became the foundation of any Soul Craft. It was a place of a third of the three realms created by the Old Ones: the Underworld, the Earth, and the Heaven.

The current Underworld is just a pale shadow of its former form.

"It was beautiful," The voice says in amazement. "Did you want to recreate this place and return its former glory?"

The boy didn't answer. He stares at the horizon. His expression is unreadable, burying a hidden truth behind an invisible mask.

{I can tell it is still within my capability} He answers neutrally.

"If it was the case. I want to help them... Those people who are wronged like these poor half-devils." The innocents prove to be dominant in the voice's tone. Something that made the boy raises his brows.

{For now... I can only grant them mercy in the form of death. Until this body can endure more, I shall restrain myself. The word I used to erase that man has brought pain to this body. You have to wait}

"I won't mind it." The voice sounds like it had taken a root of trust for the being that currently had taken part of its mind.

{Let's move, shall we?} The boy walks away, leaving the burning facility in the blue inferno.