04《The First Demon- The beginning of everything》

Same night again.

My aurum is long gone.

Yifan retreated to his room, Shura went outside to smoke.

As he blew cigarette smoke into the sky, he heard a trembling sound behind him.

"W-Why you?"

Turning around, Shura did not expect to encounter an acquaintance.

He pulled his cigarette out of his mouth and smiled, his body leaning lazily against the tree, giving a relaxed look.

The reality, however, was very different from appearance.

Alisha stopped by to see who she was going to fight with. Not that...

She met a person she never expected.

"W-Why are you alive?" His voice was shaking with fear.

Shura silently stared at the man as she smoked her cigarette calmly.

"You you!" Alisha didn't know what to say.

She licked her cigarette with a smile. "I don't know?" she replied.

Alisha "You're dead!" yell. "YOU ARE DIE SHURA!"

Shura laughed. The light laughter made Alisha even more nervous.

"This master will not die, baby," she said, giving him a middle finger, as she blew the smoke into the sky.

Alisha froze.

His eyes are dim, his face pale, his body shaky and weak.

Shura...

Who is Shura?

His true identity is a demon born of war. A boy who grew up with Lukas, who was the 16th Lord before Shura.

But the real thing is under the iceberg!

Crazy.

shura

He is anonymous.

Alisha was still trembling remembering previous things.

Years ago, when life first came to life, there was only one group of people in the world.

They don't know where they came from.

Then they multiplied slowly.

More than 10 distinguished people left among them and formed their own group. The established groups acquired their own characteristics over time. These features represented them.

People slowly changed and separate races were formed as a result. Life that started with primitive life revealed different races with technology and gene change. Each of them separated and scattered in space to various planets.

This is how races were formed.

The woman who formed the demon race was a woman named Shurin Lanesy.

A woman who was confined to the insane hospital and abandoned.

Crazy.

But she is a woman with her own moral limits.

The demon race did not exist, it was forced to be.

She escaped from the mental hospital.

He brought this race into existence by brutally experimenting on many people.

People who couldn't eat, who were captive to their souls and desires, were now demons...

While he is doing the heaviest experiment on his own body, he laughs wildly, the next second he cries 'it hurts', the next he says 'but never mind'. He's unstable, constantly changing, lonely, unstable, both loving and hating.

The most severe diagnosis was given to him and they locked him in the room.

Empty, white, quiet, into a room where only he is.

They hated him, and he hated them. That's why she made the 'Satan' race as a rebellion against humans.

He carefully arranged the place where they would live, 'HELL'. But the most painful part was the 1st floor.

THE 1st FLOOR OF HELL, THE SPACE.

Dedicated to the place that was condemned to nothingness for years.

Tormented until the age of 24, Shura made Hell 24 times.

She made every person she wanted to take revenge on a demon.

And he made a bad rule on behalf of demons, that those who died were free from pain, but for these demons it was the opposite.

The state of eternal suffering with the consciousness of being imprisoned in the 1st Floor of Hell...

"heh"

"Hehehehe..."

She tilted her head and looked at Alisha. Then she looked up at the sky and spoke.

"Isn't it weird?"

"I am the one who gave this torment to the devils"

"Again, I'm the one working for Infasion to heal them?"

"I can't understand myself?"

"I was the ancestor of demons, wasn't I?"

"I forgot hahaha, it's been a long time"

Shura is unknown.

He is the ancestor of the devil.

However, the first demon was compared to Shurin Lanesy. Thus, he was hated by the people of hell.

He grinned.

That he is the real person.

What if he tells his people that?

"Hahahaha..."

"Oh, my Alisha"

Alisha stiffened as she approached him and touched his cheek.

Shura stroked her cheek gently.

"I committed suicide"

"I was dead but" Shura frowned.

"Would you believe me if I said that their massacre resurrected me when all the races were at war?"

"Impossible!" Alisha shouted, pushing her hand hard from her face.

He took a step or two back.

"What's the matter, Alisha? My memory is not good, I can always forget something, but it's impossible for me to forget you, he..."

"After all… how can I forget my first subject? My first love? My first love?"

-To be continued-