1 Prologue

Far away from Earth, a planet called Shura magnificently lies and rotates the Sun of its own galaxy. It was a sibling of Earth, having the color of blue and green as its skin; to show the depth of sea and the magnificent lives above the land. One argues it was the mother of Earth, for it was much larger and older than it. But none of history has ever known it, never written with the true knowledge.

Shall one know of the Beginning, shall then they tremble in fear. Acknowledging it, is such a feat for the brain of mere mortal; for the Creator of Shura is a greater being no creature can know. Shall one have a glimpse of the Creator is enough to melt the brain, explode the organs, evaporates the blood, and crushes on between those. And the Creator is much more above torturing their innocent.

Only eons later from the tick of the Beginning, creatures upon creatures emerge from the land and sea, living the life as a symbol of harmony. No race are evolved other, all is the same in the eyes of Nature, and in the eyes of the Creator. They do what they do, but not without a guidance of their god, which is the Creator of Shura. A prophecy, a holy book, a guardian of nature, magic, all provided for them to learn and use wisely.

Another eons has come and go, before long the war within themselves break in. Although, not between the race, but it was a war between what they want and what they deserve. As greed take logic and goodness inside their mind, they become prideful and arrogant. One particular race more than the other, the Human.

Elves and beaskin are bound to nature; to betray and unacknowledge this fact is nothing more than a foolish act. Dwarves are bound to the Holy Book, for it bring the best of knowledge of mines and 'rocks'. Mermaid are bound to magic, if not then how they build their own empire below the surface of the sea? Those race are bound to bow to the Creator, for they can't ignore such fact.

But human.

Human.

Such race must've been a mistake. For they are arrogant and greedy. They are made to bring future, to bring the best of the nature, to being the essence between all the Guide of the Creator. While they did bring the best kingdom and system, they truly bring the worst of a 'living being'.

Those greed lead them to enslave another race, rules every kingdom, and overpopulated the Shura---and by extend, perishing the other. This bring the once balanced world into a jumble mess. Now, Shura fills with injustice, as the human proudly paint 'We Are Superior' all over the place they can touch.

The King of the Human Empire has now hold all the manpower presents in Shura. He is beyond ecstatic, his heart beats so hard inside his ribcage for he is in control of every single life. He believe of it. The feeling of power mixed with greed, and he do something that even the world foolish is not enough.

He challenges the Creator.

He piles Holy Book, the scroll version of the Prophecy, one guardian of Nature and a pearl of mana in front of his kingdom, presented for all to see. Then, with the magic he 'owns', he lit those in fire while shouting, 'No Creator shall exist unless they bend under my knees!'. Round of excited claps from human and a less than excited claps from Elves, Dwarves, Mermaids, and Beastkin; celebrates the bold exclamation.

Before the round of claps even finished, Thunder and rain graces every inch of Shura. The sky darkened as it lost its blue gradiance, masked under the heavy cloud darker than black. Every split of thunder lit the unusual cloud in fire colour, like it was a light made from magma.

The people under are divided into two groups, one who is prideful enough to stand corrected upon theirs king words, and one who want nothing to do with the consequences of an act they never approve in the first place. The Creator, full with rage, ready to unleash wrath and coates Shura with nothing but misery. But then, as a creator, one could not blame the Creator for giving them a second chance; After all, this world deemed as a child.

"Mortals! Shall you bow upon me, over your best apology and beg for forgiveness to me, then I shall forgive not forget for this foolish behaviour of yours. If not, then misery will befallen to all of you without an exception. For I am the Creator of yours and the Creator of Shura."

The king stands still, chin held up high with a smirk that clearly show his confidence.

"Creator? I AM the Creator! I am the God who conquered Shura all by himself. The superior being that would not just bend under your will, for I am a greater beings. Shall I snap my finger and order things to be done, then things will be done! Every life is under my palm and beg for mercy. Now that I have everything, you can't possibly order me around. Shall you give your title to me, then I will let you alive; no war will be done between you and I, Mortal" is what he said to the Creator.

"I understand. It seems you are an ungrateful creature whose lost its essence of life, consumed by pride and arrogance, as well as greed, inside your heart. You lost the core that made you human, and you dare to defy me, your Creator. Very well! If war is what you want, then war it is what you get! I shall bring you down with your man, with misery and prolonged death."

Since then, the Creator never reach them to again except to bring curse after curse. Death after death. And misery after misery. Monster has emerged from nature for the sole reason of killing and hurting every soul they see. Corruption from the nature thus defile mortals through the mana of Magic. The protector called nature itself won't grow anything beyond the amount the Creator let them grow. Everything are now devoid of life, except those who have been toyed for the sake of entertainment for the Creator.

Do not judge, people. Do not judge. The Creator is a kind being, but the Creator is also a justice being. The crime to defy, is to be paid forever, eternally, never ending until the Creator found wrath has left. Unfortunately, eons later, the Creator never seem to cease the misery of Shura.

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A man in this thirties sighs out loud, grumbling under his breath as he make way towards a big Double leaf door. The majestic robe of his almost brushes the red carpeted floor that now has been grayed by dust. He adorns a crown over his blondes mane, and a pin crest on his right shoulder. These and the fact that he held his posture firm and strict are hints for his place inside the castle. By the title he held from his people, he is the King.

Alas, he arrives at his destination, opening the double leaf door made from wood and steps into the labyrinth of knowledge, Library. No books are not present for the Library of his kingdom are the best and the most thorough in the world. He takes pride in it.

Pride, huh?

The King chuckles under his breath as his steps halts in front of a pillar. It is as tall as his waist and on top of it is a glass cage for a leather cover book. It is the only thing that are free from dust, like it is always cleans everyday, a symbol of its importance.The man lifts the glass cage and put it away gently. His eyes traced all inches of the book.

Dark wood like color as a base of its cover. Creases made from talented hand are present to beautify it. The golden line as it was sun-kissed, accenting the word that made even he shivered. Part from fear, but most from dread. As he, the King, knew just what is inside the book. The one and only written knowledge, none can know except the family of the Royal Kingdom. Put it simply, it is a limited book--the one and only book--for only the royal can acknowledge it's content. But, why?

The answer is within himself. One he buries deep inside his heart.

The King picks up the book and hold it carefully with both hand, afraid to drop it as it is worth the kingdom and all his wealth. Gulping down his anxiousness, He opened the book and chant a prayer upon seing the circle of mana in one of its page.

"Fill, fill. The joy of tomorrow and the gift of today. The one who tied past towards future, and in Your hand I offer my life and fate. Only in Your presence I bow. I pray for You to grant me my prayer, for I long to see You, my Creator. I am here, to beg for a favour. Shall I worth Your time, then bless me with a light."

Suddenly, all creatures cease from movement. Not a breeze swept leaves in all of Shura, certainly stopped as it is. Monsters halt their movement, inches away from destroying those who dare angered them. As silent as the early morning, this silence still like the inside of a stone, even it is a concert compared to right now. The air hung heavy on the King's robe, it felt like a force of gravity pulled the cloths down.

It was still, for a moment, before the burst of life storms every book and shelf in the library into such array. The King can only try in vain to keep his leg upright and not falling to his knees, as it was a picture of weakness and he is no weak man; at least he think like that.

The burst of life shaped to a humanoid form, much taller than the man himself, almost touching 2 meters tall, if not for the trait that clearly said that the figure is not a human. As the burst of life shaped the body, it hints a pair of thick and tall horns, from each side of the supposed to be head to the front, reaching just above the end of the supposed to be eyebrows. Then another trait, of what looked like it will shape wings, what type is still undetermined. And last but not least, a thick tail that one can only found in the body of dragon. All of this, and the fact that he knew just who is this, make the King clasped his hand and prays.

The burst of life sends a shock wave all over Shura, releasing energy that had covered the mighty presence he prayed to be here. The eyes of mortal could only see the shell it took, as it was a being that was not unkind. It spared him the insanity of seing it's true self.

The shell, is of a woman. A beautiful one that without a doubt will make all man and woman stare and gulp in lust and awe. The silkiest hair of her are in the color of magma stone; the truest black from the root and blazing magma red in every tip. The orbs her creatures called eyes are in the shade of black like gem, like any other human eyes. Although one difference between her and that race, is the white pupil that seems to have the right to beams your soul.

Her body, for the lack of better word, is well endowed. Her breast are just in the right size to attract eyes yet not too big that it will be a hindrance. A slim waist and toned stomach, as well as hard muscles underneath those skin on her limbs. Her long legs really make the woman looks intimidating and tall.

The inhuman traits, are glazed with charred black. The Horns looks like it could pierce straught into anything that dare to get closer to her head. The wings that now can be identified as dragon's, are strong to take a flight all eternity without getting tired. The tail looks like it can whip you into the other realm.

All considered, the woman in front of the king, is truly the ephitome of power.

"Mortal, you dare to ask for my presence?" came the word spoken by the woman, with her deep and rich voices. It trembles the man and all things inside the library, except the book who had fallen in between the two of them; still in the open position.

"M-my creator-"

"Silence! I am not your creator anymore. The moment your ancestor dare to defy me, with their pride, arrogance, and greed, I am no longer your creator. Instead I shall be your destruction, your eternal enemy."

The woman takes a step forward, bending her form a little and stares straight to the quivering man.

"Do you have any idea why I did not destroy everything right there and then, even if I capable of such a small feat?"

The King gulps and shakes his head, "No, My... Destroyer."

"I did not even Shura, because I love bringing misery for you. I am justice, those who follow me will be blessed, while those who do not will not be blessed. Say, what do your ancestor do?"

"I, uh-"

"They dare to belittle me! Asking for a war towards they very Creator! With their arrogance as their armor and foolish mass as their sword they challenged me! I could not oversee it. I damned you all for eternal, as my toy to release my rage and wrath. Letting you, the remaining descendant, life to be my entertainment. And I acknowledge, it bring a good joy for me. Especially seeing you, the King, crumbling under a sheer power of mine."

The woman smirks, a crazed look attached to her face. Her wing now extended to its full, giving a more dignified and powerful image. If she can be their so called God, then she can also be their Satan. And since that day, she has more fun being the Satan.

"M-my Destroyer-"

"Satan shall be my title."

"S-Satan, I am humbled by your presence. I-I seek for you because I cannot bear another second seeing my people dying, from hunger, poverty, and from the class of the monster. Please, I beg you to give us mercy and a second chance."

Satan furrowed her eyebrow, clearly not elated with her the words from the King.

"Second chance? I have given a second chance eons ago and I still remember the answer of your ancestor. Which only leading him to declare a war with me."

"My apologies, I truly offer you my sirence apologies. They have been consumed by greed and do not know any better. But I believe, if you give us a second chance to live our life once more, then we shall offer you our deepest gratitude eternaly."

"I cannot find myself believing any of your words, King. For I have know the circle of how your race has been evolved into. I give you Shura, many races, for continue to evolve while maintaining the balances of life. But I have been dissapointed by the result. And I can see for sure that even if I give you yet another chance, it will only bring the past in the future, and the moment for you to defy me will come again. Your greed for power, your pride for title, and arrogance for ignorance, I cannot let that happen.

After all, I find myself amused by the misery of all these remaining creatures."

The King bows so hard that people will see a red mark on his forehead for the next couple of years. He begs and begs for the mercy of his creator. Trying to coax her into an agreement, the King cries while muttering promises and apologizes.

"Please, Satan. I'll offer you anything. Anything and everything that you want. Just please lift the curse, Satan. I beg you, I truly beg. I don't know what I have to do to save my people. Only to you I can cries to, only to you."

"Anything, huh?"

The King raises his head as he gazes at the woman. He quickly nods his head several times, "Anything! Anything! Just please! Save my people!"

The woman smirks. The kind of smirk that shows sly and mischieve as clear as day.

"Very well. While I know the very reason you beg for me it's to not save the people, but your own pride and greed--Yes, I know your desire to be the King that want to save the kingdom, on order to get names and fame, more than the previous King. But, since you offered oh so nicely...

Bring me one; who bears sun as its crown, moon as its robe, spring as its orbs, autumn as its song, winter as its home, and summer as its core. Shall it be beautiful, shall it be right, then the curse of misery will end. Strive for it until the last leaf of the Tree of Life falls in autumn as I wait within the shrine of mine. We'll see what justice I bring to you then."

And then, like it was all a dream, all creatures started to move and the messy library turn back into its neat condition. No trace of the woman can be found.

The King, shocked by the revelation of his burried desire, stays still for a long time before he rises, lips smiling and eyes burning with green color. He didn't care if his true color are beautiful seen by the Satan, the important thing is, he has a chance to be remembered, to be famous for his work to 'save the Shura'.

And by that, He struts away from the library, calls the guards and orders them to quickly gathers the Council. He will be a legend.