Prolouge 1: The final war

The sky turned scarlet.

A land made of charcoal riddled with mutilated bodies, as the earth slowly crumbled on itself. It was the solitary remains of their long-lived home, Pandora.

This was it, it is all over. A long 8 years of waging war on the demon faction, only to end up facing an overwhelmingly overpowered enemy and losing all hope.

If only I hadn't listened to the Grand Priestess Maya back then, I wouldn't have needed to ruin my life soo much.

"We lost."

All this time, it was a word that no one would bring up. Whether it was to retain their momentary hope, or whether it was to just simply deny that their precious home was ruined, no one could bring it up.

The last 3 survivors gathered in their seats recounting the myth they had written.

"Is this really the last time?"

"I didn't think our journey would end like this."

"I know. I thought it would end in some other way...."

"Let's just finish this, we still have our Gate stones don't we?" Marcus spoke, referring to the Gate stones that they had recently purchased to return back to their lives on earth.

"It's all ruined anyway," Arthur spoke, unwilling to leave their once home. He didn't want to leave Pandora. At least not without being defeated.

"What do you mean, it's finished? I'm not finished with Pandora just yet." Jesuit stared down at Marcus' beaten down figure, giving him the stink eye.

Marcus Maurader stared at his comrade, his beaten body unwilling to admit the defeat against what he had just faced. They couldn't even damage it with any magic whatsoever. He's a monster the size of a regular human. What did the Humans of the Behemothian Empire even expect from someone like him?

While Marcus contemplated his life choices, the entirety of the ruins shook as Marcus' horror-filled eyes stared at a hazy figure walking leisurely through the dust.

Whoosh.

With the huge bang triggering a blast of chain reaction barely stopped by jesuit, A white mass of ruins flew in from somewhere. The eyes of the party of three had turned towards the lump, before turning to the direction of where the voice was heard.

"You're back."

"I seriously thought I was going to die."

A black suit, crimson red eyes, and a man with short hair. His Matte black hair and sleek figure did little to nothing to reduce the monstrous aura trying to burn Marcus's very essence.

It was none other than the Primordial Demon King Diablo, the bane of Pandora.

"Are you alone?"

Marcus asked.

There's definitely was no other demon that chased them since the 3 left after Diablo made his 'Grand' entrance and killed over half of their party in a matter of minutes.

"What is this?"

The group had noticed the white mass Diablo threw away.

"HEHEHE. I thought you know the bastard who told you to run away. How else could someone be stupid enough to face me instead of leaving when he 'may' have escaped if he ran alone" Diablo giggled, his eyes still sharp as they glared at the first 3 prey that had escaped from his grasp.

The white mass he just threw was none other than Odin, one of Marcus' only friends

" Neither Merlin, nor Asura, and not even Odin …All of them?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah. Those pesky brats destroyed the army I had been gathering for eons. However, they are far too weak to even touch me." He spoke, wrath and hatred churning in his crimson eyes along with hints of disdain and mockery.

"They're all dead," Marcus spoke, unbelieving. They were the strongest of them. If he hadn't been sure that they could beat this monster, they wouldn't have unleashed the portal to the bastard in front of them.

Marcus and his 2 comrades couldn't slow down their tears. They had been a party for nearly 5 years since meeting each other in the Ruins of the Fallen throne of Verethragna, the Capital of the Behemothian Empire

The surroundings became solemn.

The members who let them run away never came back. Perhaps they became a part of this ruined world too, never receiving the honour from the future generations that they were promised, all because of his, and His Royal Highness Karna Bahrain's constant encouragement.

Suddenly a huge red orb flew towards them, the shadow looming over the entirety of the Erori kingdom.

"MARCUS RUN AWAY NOW" Arthur spoke, his broken arm dangling as he barely held on to his giant sword.

Suddenly a green light enveloped Marcus as he appeared in front of abandoned ruins.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Even though he had never really been a courageous and kind person and always sought his own benefits, this crossed way beyond his stress point.

Tears simply streamed down his eyes as guilt for feeling relief and sadness for his part overwhelmed his mind as he clutched his head in pain.

However, his self drowning hatred for himself was stopped by the interval of a strange voice.

...SYSTEM ACTIVATING...