Days passed.
Luv sat quietly on the swing in the empty playground, staring at the rusting chains. The children's laughter that once echoed around him had vanished with Dolton's absence.
Not in the park.
Not near the river.
Not even walking the streets.
He was gone.
Luv tilted his head slightly, red eyes glinting under the sun.
"Hmm... must be scheming something. I guess tonight might be interesting."
That night, the moon hung like a silver eye in the sky, watching.
The world was asleep.
Even the wind whispered secrets as it brushed the curtains.
Luv lay on his bed, still as stone — not asleep, not awake.
Waiting.
When the last light in the house dimmed and his parents drifted into deep slumber, Luv opened his eyes.
The silence was suffocating.
He sat up slowly and whispered:
"So… it begins."
From outside, there was a strange sound — something between a low growl and heavy, labored breathing. It wasn't a werewolf. No... this was worse.
A shadow crept past the window.
Through the curtain of moonlight appeared a creature — brown hair covering its hunched body, but with a disturbingly human face. Its movements were slow, like that of an old man, but filled with a primal intensity.
It carried a bag.
Not just any bag — a storage bag, enchanted to hold anything… even living beings.
Luv's eyes flicked toward it, recognizing it immediately.
"That bag… so this is your move, Dolton."
The creature stepped into the room.
It was Demord — the Faceless Demon, once in the guise of a child. Now, showing his more monstrous form, though not completely transformed.
Luv pretended to sleep, his body limp, his breathing calm.
Demord muttered under his breath, "Let's get this over with…"
With a small incantation, the storage bag opened and swallowed Luv into its dimension. The boy didn't resist, not even a twitch. He allowed himself to be taken — playing the role of the frightened mortal.
Inside the void of the bag, Luv made a serious face, his heartbeat steady.
But deep within… he was laughing.
"Ohh Dolton... Ohhh poor Dolton…"
"You really think the game is going your way?"
"You forgot... this world is already cursed."
As Demord stepped toward a swirling portal to escape into his realm, a thunderous crack tore through the sky.
From the heavens, an enormous golden hand descended — crushing the ground near Demord with godlike force.
Demord was flung back, coughing blood, his body trembling.
"What… the hell was that?!"
The sky trembled as a colossal figure stepped forward — skin like stone, eyes like suns, taller than any mountain.
It was Raizen, the God of Giants — ruler of the Sky-Titans, the one who could expand space and matter with just a thought.
He looked down at Demord with disgust.
"You dare trespass into the mortal realm with your filthy tricks?"
With a flick of his finger, Demord's body cracked and twisted, blood splattering across the stone.
Luv, inside the bag, felt a shift.
Then a warm surge of divine energy entered the bag — a blessing.
Raizen, believing Luv to be a helpless mortal, had bestowed him a protective grace.
Luv's body shrank slightly, his power now even better concealed. The bag weakened, its magic destabilizing.
Slice.
With one swift move, Luv tore through the inside of the bag with ease and stepped out, bathed in moonlight and godly radiance.
He stood free — calm, composed, barefoot on the grass.
He looked up and saw Raizen, towering and majestic.
And on the ground nearby…
Dolton — the demon — half-dead, twitching, unable to comprehend how everything went wrong.
The night had not ended yet.
The moon still loomed high above, pale and distant — as if watching with quiet sorrow.
Dolton, or rather Demord — the Faceless Demon, lay crumpled on the earth like a broken puppet. His body twitched. Blood painted the grass around him.
He whimpered, reaching out with a trembling hand, his face shifting between forms — child, beast, man — desperate to find one that would inspire mercy.
Then...
A light split the sky.
A pure white glow descended from the heavens — not thunder, not divine wrath — but something more precise. More final.
A sword.
Long. Elegant. Glowing with celestial energy, its blade shimmered like moonlight on still water. It hovered in the air for a moment before gently lowering, point-first into the ground before Luv.
The message was clear.
A gift from the gods.
A command.
"Kill him."
Demord's eyes widened in horror.
"No... no, wait!"
He dragged his half-shattered body across the ground toward Luv's feet.
"L-Luv, it's me! Dolton! Remember? Your… your friend!"
He coughed blood.
"You can't kill your friend… please… I—I was just following orders! I didn't want to hurt you!"
But Luv's face remained unchanged — a mask of quiet, merciless calm.
His red eyes stared down at the demon like a winter storm.
No hate.
No pity.
Just judgment.
Without a word, Luv stepped forward and gripped the sword.
It fit into his hand as if it were made for him.
Demord screamed, "PLEASE—!"
Slice.
One clean motion.
Then another.
And another.
The blade danced like silver lightning.
No hesitation.
No pause.
Within seconds, what once was Demord became nothing more than scattered, lifeless pieces.
The wind picked up.
The earth drank the blood.
The stars blinked silently overhead.
Luv stood in the silence, staring down at the remains — then gently placed the sword upright in the earth.
He whispered:
"Friendship… should never wear a mask."
Then turned around.
Slowly, barefoot, he walked back home — quiet as ever.
The door creaked open. He stepped inside.
His parents still asleep. The house peaceful.
Luv washed his hands, changed into his night clothes, and returned to bed.
The pillow was warm. The blanket soft.
He closed his eyes, and a small smile formed on his lips.
Sleep came easily.
As if nothing had happened.