After sealing away the divine core of his soul, Luv became mortal in every sense. His blood ran like any human's. His heartbeat, soft and slow. His body, fragile and ordinary.
And yet… something stirred.
As the years passed, the seals held strong — but they were never perfect.
By the time he turned eleven, a crack formed.
It wasn't power that slipped through. It was authority.
Not might. Not memory.
But dominion.
Blessings. Curses.
The authority of Heaven and Hell — the right to decide fortune and fate — slowly bled into his veins. It began subtly. A sick child walking past him suddenly laughed and ran. A dying flower beside the roadside bloomed as he touched its petals. A man about to jump from a bridge froze in place… and walked away.
Luv never waved his hands. He never whispered spells. He just… thought.
And the world obeyed.
A Kind Smile — And a Hidden Rot
He started walking the streets of his quiet town, stepping out of the small office where he sometimes helped his father with paperwork. He'd watch the people — wounded, tired, grieving. Quietly, gently… he blessed them.
Their pain faded. Their burdens eased.
But even gods learn the price of kindness.
Unbeknownst to him, evil spirits that hid in forgotten corners of the town—parasites of decay—saw him. Saw the glint behind his eyes. The unnatural shift in the air when he passed.
And they remembered.
They had once heard legends of EL — the one who shook the multiverse. The one even Satan and Zeus once feared. They had assumed, like many, that he was just a myth. A story demons told each other to scare their children.
But now, seeing this boy… the pieces fit.
They saw through the mortal disguise and greed bloomed in their rotten hearts.
"We found him," one whispered.
"The Balance… lives."
The Word Spreads Like Fire
The spirits rushed to inform their demonic masters. Their whispers became screams as they traveled through netherwinds and cursed echoes. Word reached the seven upper-level demon clans of Hell — and for the first time in centuries, they called a meeting.
Seven dark thrones.
Seven shadowed figures.
Every one of them sent agents — disguised as humans — to draw close to Luv. A janitor. A new teacher. A classmate. They watched. Smiled. Tested him with subtle tricks and cursed auras. But Luv ignored them all.
He showed nothing.
No fear. No power. No recognition.
Just silence… and a warm, clueless smile.
They were fooled.
"He doesn't remember," one demon hissed.
"He's truly mortal now," another said.
"Then we must turn him. Make him one of us."
And in the shadows of their infernal thrones, Satan smiled.
"If Heaven still breathes," he growled, "we'll crush it beneath our heel. But with Luv… we won't need war. We'll just rewrite the balance."
None of them knew that Heaven had also heard.
And they had their own plans.
Everyone Plays a Game
Gods and demons alike began circling Luv like vultures in disguise.
They sent spirits cloaked in beauty and kindness. They offered dreams. Whispers. Visions.
But Luv…
He simply sat at his desk, did his homework, and smiled.
They all thought he was too young, too naive, too powerless to remember anything.
And maybe that's what made them so sure they could manipulate him.
What they didn't know…
…was that he remembered everything.
"These fools think they can play with fire," he thought, watching a "friend" try to curse his drink at lunch. "Did they forget what happened when I last held judgment? Or has time made them arrogant?"
He kept smiling — warm, friendly, quiet.
But inside?
Inside was darkness deeper than Hell, older than the stars.
One night — moonless, windless, silent — something stirred.
Everyone in the town slept. Everyone… except Luv.
Something dragged him from his bed. A massive figure, with the body of a man but the head of a pig — black skin, covered in bristling hair, jagged tusks, and eyes like pits of decay.
An evil spirit, ancient and foul.
It grabbed Luv's limp form and leapt into the trees, silent as shadow.
But as it climbed…
Luv's crimson eyes opened.
He said nothing — just watched.
"A pig. Disgusting."
"I should tear you apart."
"But I suppose someone else will handle the trash today."
Suddenly—
A voice cracked through the night.
"Hey, ugly pig!"
The demon turned. A figure stood atop a rooftop, wrapped in glowing starlight.
Stellar — a middle god, guardian of new deities, wielder of star energy.
"Drop the boy," he warned. "Or I'll kill you."
The pig demon laughed. "Even a god can't stop me. I'm blessed by the Upper Lords. This boy belongs to Lord Satan!"
Stellar narrowed his eyes. "Then you're dumber than you look."
With a flick of his hand, he summoned a blade of starfire — elegant, deadly, radiant.
The pig demon roared and lunged.
A clash of titanic forces shook the treetops.
Stellar slashed.
The demon devoured.
Swing by swing, Stellar's power weakened — the demon absorbing more and more of the star energy.
"You're finished!" it howled. "Now DIE, you glowing chicken!"
But Stellar only smiled.
"You gluttonous idiot," he whispered. "You think star energy is a meal?"
Suddenly — the demon's body twisted.
Corruption. Starfire poisoning.
Star energy wasn't meant to be absorbed by lowly beasts. It wasn't magic. It was celestial law. And it fought back.
The pig demon screamed as his skin cracked, his tusks shattered, and light exploded from inside him.
Boom.
The tree shook. The sky glowed.
And when the dust cleared…
Only Stellar stood.
Stellar glanced down at Luv — who had been watching silently the whole time.
He said nothing. Neither did Luv.
Then, with a sigh, the god vanished into the shadows, whispering to himself:
"Better he thinks we're allies. One day, he'll choose a side."
Luv climbed into bed as if nothing had happened.
He didn't tell his parents. Didn't cry. Didn't write in a journal.
He simply lay back, stared at the ceiling, and smiled.
"They all think I'll choose them."
"Demons want a weapon."
"Gods want a savior."
He closed his eyes.
"But I am neither."
"Let them scheme."
"Let them dance."
"When the time comes… I will decide who lives."