Year 2005.
Earth's sky seemed quieter than ever. But for Peter Schmidt, the silence was just the held breath before the storm.
He stood in a secret space center with Namie and Bernard, watching the countdown for humanity's most dangerous mission ever.
"Everyone ready?" Peter asked, wearing his space-adapted spiritual combat suit.
Namie nodded, clutching the faith symbol hanging around her neck.
"We didn't come this far to quit now."
Bernard, always serious, typed final codes into the ship's panel.
"Destination: Earth 2. Mission: Stop the demonic infection's spread and bring a cure for the contaminated humans."
The ship launched, breaking Earth's atmosphere. The silence of space was soon replaced by the internal sound of the spiritual system keeping them connected to Earth.
When they reached Earth 2's orbit, the planet looked... familiar yet strange. A young copy of Earth, created as a refuge, now overtaken by invisible corruption.
Upon landing at one of the temporary human bases on Earth 2, they were greeted by alert spiritual soldiers.
"We have fifty infected so far," one scientist said. "The 'Demonic Virus' is spreading fast... and mutating even faster."
Peter studied the holographic map. Red zones marked areas dominated by the infected—humans who'd lost control, acting as vessels for demonic consciousness.
Namie clenched her fist.
"We won't let this spread. We'll find the cure."
The mission began.
Peter, Namie, and Bernard headed to one of the most critical zones—a deserted old colony. Inside, they saw what the corruption had done. Children crying. Adults in agony. Some humans had already developed glowing eyes and black veins, signs the demonic virus had fused with their bodies.
Peter knelt before an infected girl.
"Can you hear me?"
She trembled but whispered:
"They... talk to me... the demons want a new planet just for them... they want Earth 2 to be the new hell."
Bernard collected samples while Namie used her spiritual gifts to try purifying the bodies.
But they knew: there was no time.
The virus was evolving.
That day, Peter wrote in his spiritual diary:
I never imagined I'd have to leave Germany to save the galaxy and other Earths. Looks like me, Namie, and Bernard became Galaxy Guardians. So I need to find a cure for the Brisk people, Earth 2's natives. It's really hard—we have no return date to Germany, but we'll get back. We know how. Everything has an exit and a return, got it?
While Peter, Namie, and Bernard patrolled Earth 2's outskirts, a strange explosion shattered the planet's silence. A dark flame wrapped in black sparks rose in the distance. Something about that energy felt... alive. Perverse.
Peter ran toward it, guided by an inexplicable feeling. As he approached, he reached out to touch it—and the moment his fingers met the flame, a cutting cold shot through his body.
His arm began darkening, as if swallowed by shadow. The darkness spread to half his face. Bernard shouted for him to stop, but it was too late.
The pain hit like a wave. Peter's bones cracked, his muscles expanded, and his human form twisted. In seconds, he'd transformed into a demonic man with flaming eyes and shadow-covered fangs.
Namie, shocked, tried running to him—but Peter was already fighting a demon horde instinctively, like a raging animal.
He defeated the enemies, but when he turned to Namie... his eyes no longer recognized her. Enraged, Peter attacked her without realizing. A deep cut opened on her shoulder, blood gushing.
Namie's scream broke the trance.
Peter stopped. His demonic form began to fade, and he fell to his knees, covered in guilt and despair.
Bernard ran to them. Namie, even wounded, asked them to forgive him. But Bernard didn't hesitate: he locked Peter in a special chamber inside the agency base, designed to contain demonic manifestations.
While Peter slept, confined and conflicted, a new question arose:
Had Germany's hero now also carried the curse he swore to destroy?
– Peter in Earth 2 Confinement
Peter was locked in the spiritual team's special confinement. His arms bound by energy chains, his body still partially transformed and unstable. Hanging upside down, eyes fixed on the floor, he thought about everything since stepping foot on Earth 2.
"That touch of black energy... The explosion... the transformation. I... I became this."
His eyes reflected fear. The black sparks still dancing on his skin reminded him he'd changed forever. In silence, he wondered:
"Now... should I protect Earth 2 even as a demon? Or am I too contaminated to still be a hero?"
That's when Namie entered the cell. Even wounded, with long loose hair still recovering from past scars, she looked at Peter with firmness and compassion.
"Peter," she said, voice steady but emotional, "the demon you carry now doesn't make you like William Brosnan. You're different from him. He lost himself in his own darkness, but you still fight to protect lives."
Peter cried, his face partially covered by demonic shadows. He answered in a broken tone:
"How will I return to Earth... how will I face my people? How can I keep fighting for my country with this inside me?"
Namie knelt before him, gently touching his hand.
"You're not alone, Peter. We're here with you. Bernard, me... the whole team. And above all, we still have a common enemy: William Brosnan. He wants to dominate Earth 2, and maybe others too. But together, we'll stop him. Because you're still Peter Schmidt—the man who never gave up on Germany even when he lost everything."
Peter looked at her. For the first time since transforming, his eyes shone—not with rage, but hope.
"I wanted to tell you so much, Namie, but I'm still a demon and I need to save these people somehow."
– The Flame of Seifros
Days later, Peter was released. The spiritual shackles holding him were removed by Bernard with a simple gesture of trust.
"You need to understand what you've become, Peter," he said. "But never forget who you still are."
Peter left the cell. Earth 2's sky was gray, black clouds gathering on the horizon. He was taken to a test field outside the base. There, he finally got to test his new powers.
In the field, Peter closed his eyes. He felt the black sparks running through his body like living electric currents, burning and healing at once. And then... he exploded.
His feet tore the ground. Black flames shaped like paws emerged. A guttural roar came from his throat. The eight-legged demonic hound had awakened—but now Peter controlled it.
"This power... it's not just destruction. It wants something."
Peter then remembered something he'd read years ago in an old book on physics and extradimensional phenomena about Earth 2. A being called Seifros, a demon pup living among cosmic flames, had the ability to grant power to those who touched its sparks. But there was a price: the host had to choose between two paths—consume or protect.
Peter had never taken that legend seriously... until now.
As he thought, an alarm sounded at the base. Bernard ran to him, desperate:
"Peter! Namie... she's been kidnapped!"
Peter froze.
"Who did this?!"
"A new type of demon. No one knows its name. But it seems connected to Seifros."
Without hesitating, Peter jumped on his motorcycle and raced across Earth 2's hills, following the spiritual trail left by the kidnapper. He found an open portal, but crossing it led only to darkness. The trail vanished there.
"Namie!!" he shouted. "NAMIE!!!"
Silence answered.
Peter fell to his knees. The flames on his arms dimmed. Rage gave way to helplessness. Bernard arrived minutes later, stopping beside him.
"Peter... we'll find her. But now... you're alone with me."
Peter stood slowly. His gaze was different. More mature. Colder.
"Then let's hunt them. But first... I need to learn everything about Seifros. Because if it gave me this power... it might have given something worse to whoever took her."
The dry wind blew across Earth 2's uneven surface. Peter and Bernard ran through debris and cosmic dust, guided by muffled screams echoing between rocks and ancient structures. Namie had been kidnapped. And time there felt heavier than ever.
They reached an old complex, built like a ruined temple where demonic symbols burned in black embers. Peter felt his body tingle—the demon inside him reacted to that place.
Namie was chained in black bonds, about to be forced to inhale a purple-glowing poison wrapped in living smoke. An immense demon with curved horns and coal-hot eyes prepared the ritual.
"NO!" Peter roared, leaping with uncontrolled fury.
The fight was brutal. The ground shook. Black sparks spread like a hurricane of death. Bernard tried helping, but the demon was ferocious. Peter, even fighting his new form, used the demonic man's strength now part of him.
In the final moment, Peter pierced the demon's chest with his flaming claws. The monster fell, bound by spiritual energy chains conjured by Bernard.
Panting, Peter approached, grabbed the creature's neck, and asked with burning eyes:
"Are you connected to the Seifros? Did they set this up with me?"
The demon laughed, spitting purple blood.
"Of course, Peter... They did this... for fun. You fell right into it."
Peter tightened his grip.
"Is there a cure? Can this thing be removed from me?!"
The demon, with a sick smile, replied:
"No. No cure. You're one of us now."
And began laughing, a thunderous cackle echoing off hellish walls.
Furious, Peter raised his fist to smash its face, but Bernard held him back.
"Peter, enough. You don't need that cure to be happy. This is enough."
Peter turned, eyes teary.
"Easy for you to say! It's not you with a demon carved into your chest... a curse tattooed on your soul..."
Bernard stared seriously:
"But you saved Namie. That matters. You're not the hero others want. You're the hero they need. You're Germany's heart. And do you really think Germany will reject you for this? Just because you were poisoned by something you didn't choose?"
Peter screamed, lost between pain and rage:
"OF COURSE THEY WILL! Look at me! This curse... this demon... it's never leaving!"
Silence.
Namie approached, eyes sad but firm.
"Bernard... it's no use talking to him now. He needs time. He needs to accept the hero he is... is also part of what he fears."
She held Peter's hand.
"If he's a demon now... only time will tell what that really means."
Peter breathed deeply. His claws returned to normal. His darkened eyes faded back to green.
"I... need to solve this problem. Then... I'll think about what it means to be a hero. For now, I just want to save what can still be saved..."
After a long, intense battle, Peter, Bernard, and Namie emerged exhausted from the hideout where they defeated the last demon of that wave. But there was no rest. They soon received word: Seifros' pups were about to be reborn.
For two days, the three stayed vigilant, tracking where each pup would appear. The goal was clear—stop evil from being reborn. One by one, the demonic babies were eliminated. Each act, though necessary, weighed like lead on Peter's conscience.
When they finally returned home, exhausted and covered in Earth 2's cosmic dust, they received devastating news: William Brosnan had escaped. Apparently, he and his daughter had left the secret base and fled to the United States. No one knew how.
Peter, drained, entered home and looked at it all, saying, "Why did I become a demon?..."
Peter started toward his room and heard things like "I need you now." They repeated 4 times and Peter grabbed the pillow, put it over his head, and said, "I'm going crazy, this is all in my head, right?"
He tried biting the pillow but nothing helped, and then Peter said, "I can't be a demon."
Suddenly, Seifros' power appeared. He looked up with rage and hatred, mouths open, and Peter had nothing he could do but accept.