Azrath Cain
The Demon King of the Abyss did not fall in battle.
He chose to die.
🔥🌌
Azrath Cain—Supreme Ruler of the
Infernal Realms—stood upon a throne made of shattered gods. His black cloak burned in eternal flame, his crimson eyes calm as the universe trembled before him.
He had conquered Hell.
He had slain Heaven's champions.
He had ruled for ten thousand years.
Yet… he was tired.
"Tyranny leads only to stagnation," Azrath murmured 😈
"And Heaven… you never change."
Above him, the Heavenly Tribunal gathered—radiant beings of higher law, their eyes cold and absolute ⚖️✨
"Azrath Cain.
Your existence violates divine balance."
Azrath smiled.
"I know."
Instead of resisting, he raised one hand—and destroyed his own throne 💥👑
Shock rippled through Heaven and Hell alike.
Before judgment could descend, Azrath tore his soul apart and cast it into reincarnation 🔁🔥
But Heaven interfered.
Golden chains wrapped around his fragmenting soul ✨⛓️
"You will be reborn," Heaven declared,
"as a mortal… weak… forgotten."
Azrath laughed one last time.
"Then I will conquer fate… again."
🌧️ Sixteen Years Later — Mortal World 🌧️
Kael Ashwyn
Kael Ashwyn was born weak.
No talent.
No aura.
No blessing.
His body was fragile, his mana pool nearly nonexistent 💔
At the Celestial Trial Academy, that made him trash.
"Hey, cripple!" 🤣
"Why are you even alive?"
"Heaven must've made a mistake."
Kael stood silently as books were slapped from his hands 📚💥
Bruises covered his arms. His uniform was torn.
He did not fight back.
Not because he couldn't.
But because his body couldn't handle it yet.
Inside him slept countless powers—
Demonic dominion 🔥
Absolute destruction 💀
Soul command 👁️
Reality fracture 🌌
Powers that once ruled Hell.
But now?
He was a child's body.
Weak. Fragile. Mortal.
Kael lowered his head.
"Sorry…" he whispered.
The bullies laughed and walked away.
None of them knew—
They were kicking the former Demon King.
🌟 The Heavenly Selection 🌟
That night, Kael collapsed from pain 😖
His body burned as golden light poured into him ✨🔥
Heaven had chosen him.
"Mortal Kael Ashwyn,"
"You are selected as a Heavenly Vessel."
Divine runes carved themselves into his soul ⚖️🌟
Angels watched from above.
"This one is weak," one scoffed.
"He poses no threat."
They did not sense the abyss.
They did not recognize the soul.
They did not know—
This "vessel" was once Azrath Cain.
Kael screamed as Heaven's power sealed his demonic origin even deeper 🔒🔥
A seal formed on his chest:
👑 A shattered crown wrapped in divine chains ✨⛓️
🖤 Kael's Promise 🖤
Kael lay on the floor, shaking.
Tears fell—not from pain…
…but humiliation 😔
Bullied.
Mocked.
Chosen by Heaven like a tool.
His eyes slowly hardened.
"Very well," he whispered 😌🔥
"I'll play your game."
Inside his soul—
Azrath Cain smiled.
😈
"Let Heaven raise me."
"Let mortals despise me."
"When my seals break…"
The air trembled.
"I will remind existence
who its king truly is." 👑🔥