"This is humiliation—utter humiliation!" said Sheon, now in a humanoid form: a young man with long black hair and purple eyes, walking amongst a cluster of humans on the street.
"I never imagined I'd be stuck here for over two hundred human-years, without finding a single host."
"I never imagined I'd be stuck here for over two hundred human-years, without finding a single host."
"These weak beings don't even live up to four hell days, and yet think of themselves as the supreme predator."
Sheon estimated that one hell-day equaled fifty human-years on Earth.
This meant two hundred human-years had passed—just four hell-days in his realm.
"They reject grace and bask in meaningless pleasures. Tsk. How irritating."
He clicked his tongue in annoyance, flew up to a tall tree, and lay down on the highest branch.
He would come back there to rest whenever he was unsuccessful at possessing a human, which was always.
Two hundred years ago, when he first arrived—even as nothing more than a snowflake—he began his search for a host.
No matter what he tried, he couldn't possess a single human—he would just phase through them like a ghost.
Desperate, he even tried to possess a spirit—but the outcome was the same.
That's when it hit him: he had become even more pathetic than ghosts. His existence held no meaning, his power—no authority.
He had become ten times worse than a wingless devil king; he had become NOTHING.
But fifty years later, fate shifted—Earth's realm suddenly collided with other worlds.
There was an interconnectedness of planes and Earth was a victim.
Sheon noticed first—even before the ignorant humans saw the otherworldly energy seeping in as glittering particles.
Then came the earthquake—one humans would later call the DIVISION.
It was no ordinary quake—it was the Earth buckling under the flood of otherworldly energy. It split the Earth into three pieces.
Sheon adjusted well to the new Earth—his power now coming back—he took a human form and continued his search for a host.
That was one hundred and fifty years passed ago and now Sheon was just feeling irritated on top of a tree branch.
"Huh? What's that?" Sheon jerked his eyes open. He felt a link.
A link to someone far, a possible host with the highest compatibility he has ever felt.
He didn't want to get his hopes high, but this link he was feeling, it was strong...too strong that Sheon was certain he found his host.
He smirked
"Is today going to be my lucky day?". He stood up "Well, let's see.", he teleported towards the link.
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The Darkling Empire was the city's crown jewel—an estate of unimaginable opulence and magical complexity, stretching far enough to dwarf two golf courses.
Its defenses were legendary—so formidable that even the weakest servant could humble a guild master.
Inside the Darkling compound lay the very definition of luxury.Dozens of mansions stood tall, each adorned with intricate designs accented in gold.
At the garden's center stood a four-winged lion-shaped waterfall, cast entirely in solid gold.
The building wasn't ordinary. Its entire system was built to enhance mana control—everything required mana to access, and only those with precise mastery could use it.
much mana would destroy the system; too little wouldn't activate it. Only those with perfect control could work for the Darklings—and the pay was so high, even retired high-ranking guild masters applied.
One particular building, larger than the rest, stood out with its plain black exterior—it was the main residence.
It was reserved for Mr. Darkling and his wife. His children had separate buildings—his aura alone was strong enough to suffocate them.
A tall man in a crisp black-and-white suit strode down the hallway. A golden name tag gleamed on his coat: Charles. He was tall and fair-skinned, with black hair streaked with gray and striking blue eyes.
He reached the end of the corridor, where a flat, black, stone-like platform rested beside the wall.
Charles stepped onto it and infused it with mana. The stone glowed light blue and began floating to the top floor. When he stepped off, it sank back into place.
Near the platform was an orb; with enough mana, one could call the stone back up.
Without hesitation, Charles strode down the obsidian hallway, mana flickering faintly beneath his shoes. He stopped at the massive twin doors and bowed deeply.
"Sire, news from the mistress," he said, voice taut with anticipation.
"Go ahead." A deep, calm voice said.
"The mistress has delivered," he said, then waited a few seconds. The massive double doors creaked open by themselves.
As the massive doors opened, they revealed a tall, fair-skinned man with jet-black hair and blood-red eyes, buttoning up his white shirt—Darus Darkling, mastermind of the family's empire and one of humanity's most powerful figures.
"Get everything ready for the ritual—the kids too," he instructed as he walked past Charles.
"Yes, sir," Charles replied, following behind. He had already sent others to inform the children.
It was time to welcome a new devil.