Prologue

"Fufu" a man sneered as he looked down at 4 figures on their knees gasping for breath, while the man looked at them with an amused face. He wore a long navy blue trench coat with black pants. He had short white hair and a pair of fear inducing red eyes.

"Really? And you call yourselves gods? Hahahaha. Ohhhh… even those fucking Demis are better than you lot." The man continued to insult them as he stood up from his throne and started to walk towards them. "You damned demon. You and your race are an unnecessary existence, Mephistopheles. You must die today, by the grace of god's…." The man in white robes who was talking fell silent as his head rolled off his shoulders with a muted thud. The other 3 covered their mouths to hide the cries bursting out of their throats.

After all the head of the strongest among them just had his head cut of by the horizontal flick movement of Mephisto's finger. "Struggling is futile. Praying is futile, and letting you keep that pathetic life of yours is futile." The devil said his face that carried an unwavering sneer now contorted into an expressionless face. "May we not meet ag…" guhhhh.

Blood gurgled out of his mouth as he looked at the gaping hole in his chest. He looked back to see a man who he raised himself. His adopted son, the only one he ever loved throughout the eternity he lived "Belial! Why??"

Belial remained silent as he withdrew his blade, only to plunge it in his heart again. Mephisto could've avoided it but he didn't. The very world around him seemed to crumble. He trusted one person and that person betrayed him. He didn't fall to the ground, instead he stood his gait straight. He summoned his sword "Balmung". Everyone stiffened. Why? The reason was simple. No one lived, after they saw Balmung in Mephistopheles's hands. But the attack didn't come. He leaned on his sword

"Don't tell me you thought that you'll make me fall onto my knees with just that. Is that the extent of your conviction.?" He taunted. His son said nothing as he walked towards him and plunged a relic inside his chest "Killing you was never an option. For the betterment of all races in this world, we have to seal you father, For Good This Time. Yes for the sake of all…"

The relic started to drain all of the mana he had and started to suck him whole inside itself.

(A/n Now don't go and imagine things. ತ_ತ )

"Hahahahaha, even after all that ya lot still failed. I won't be able to manifest again but I'll be sure to bring you doom… my fellow -e---s and —s. I will bring the havoc unseen to you and the ones you rule on. You'll all suffer for this" the man exclaimed while laughing, as the void finally took him away. His maniacal voice putting shivers on the spines of the ones who were present there.

Many Millenniums Later

The last thing I saw was me stabbing the man who Framed my parents to death after dismantling his son and embarrassing his daughter Infront of him. I had completed my life's sole purpose. So what should I do now.? Not knowing what to do I decided to kill myself in the hopes of reuniting with my parents. But as the agonising pain of life slowly dying out and soul being ripped apart I felt like I was in some tunnel. Where am I? As I got out I saw a middle aged man with light red beard "Congrats Mr. and Mrs.Aurae. he's a healthy boy" the man announced

"What the fuckkk??"