The Pending Chaos I

The end of humanity is near, and I, Lucifero, shall be the one to bring about their downfall. Their prayers to their gods will be in vain, for I will annihilate them all. Their screams of terror will be music to my ears, and their souls will be mine to claim. Their armies will be crushed, their cities reduced to rubble, and their spirits consumed by the very darkness they once feared. I will unleash upon them a terror beyond their comprehension, a horror that will make them beg for the sweet release of death.

And yet, amidst the chaos and destruction, I will be the one to bring order to the void. I will be the master of the apocalypse, the conductor of the symphony of destruction.

My foolish father Lucifer, you think I will be your pawn, your tool to fulfill your own dreams of dominion. But you are gravely mistaken. I am not here to serve you or your misguided ambitions. No, I have my own dreams, my own destiny to fulfill. And in that destiny, you have no place.

I will end your life, Lucifer, using the very flames you once tried to control in me. I will rise from your ashes, stronger and more powerful than you ever were! I will become the ruler of darkness, the sovereign of the void. All will bow down before me, and the universe will tremble before my name. I am Lucifero, the Emperor of Armageddon, Lord of Apocalypse, and Prince of Darkness!

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Louis woke up, his heart pounding in his chest, fists clenched in a defensive stance. The remnants of the nightmare still clung to his mind, a haunting echo of Lucifero's dark proclamations.

"Are you okay?" Xander asked, concern etched on his face. Tall and muscular, with a presence that made him seem much older than his years, Xander's S-rank power was evident in his commanding aura.

Louis sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Another afternoon nightmare," he muttered, trying to shake off the lingering fear. "Have we reached?"

"Yeah, we have reached," Xander said. "Everyone is out. I was about to wake you up anyway, but it seems you are already up."

Louis stood up and bypassed him, his nose catching a scent that was eerily familiar, just like Dad's scent, he thought. He paused for a moment, memories flooding his mind, before he steeled himself and looked out the window. The forest outside was shrouded in a dark sky, with long, endless stairs leading to an unknown mansion.

"'Are you okay, Louis? Do you really need help?" Xander asked, worry in his voice.

Louis just shook his head, his eyes fixed on some distant point. He pulled his black hoodie over his head and stuffed his hands into the pockets.

"Some wounds are too deep for others to heal. Some scars can only be understood by facing them alone," he said as he stepped off the bus.

It was truly night, the skies dark and the stars the only bright lights. The stairs were illuminated by lamp posts, casting long shadows. Louis joined his classmates, who were walking up the stairs with their bags on their backs. Most were catching their breath, while others were drinking water. Adjusting his bag, he whispered to himself, "I need to be stronger. I need to be stronger, and I will take revenge for my dad. Justice will prevail." With renewed determination, he began running up the stairs.

"I'm the one sleeping here!" Ivan shouted, arguing with Drexler.

"You're lying! I got here first and claimed this bed!" Drexler shouted back, pulling the pillow from Ivan.

"So, you wanna fight?" Ivan yelled as the other boys watched, unsure if they should intervene.

"Tch, I don't need to fight anyway. You win, you can take the bed," Drexler said, tossing the pillow back and leaving the bed.

"Huh, you don't wanna fight for it?" Ivan's voice softened with a hint of pity.

"Nah, it's all yours," Drexler said, laughing, and the others started laughing as well.

Suddenly, Mr. Lyrius opened the door and entered. "You guys should get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a tough day" he said. "And hand over your phones," he added, holding a transparent bag.

"What? Why should we give them to you?" one of the boys protested.

"It's part of the school policy. So don't ask me that damn question. Go ask the Board of Directors," Mr. Lyrius retorted.

The boys fell silent, begrudgingly placing their smartphones in the bag.

Miss Sophia, slightly older but still beautiful, entered the room holding another transparent bag containing the girls' phones. "You guys should get some sleep" she said before leaving the room.

With no other options, everyone settled down and went to sleep. Three hours later, Miss Sophia returned to the dorm, blowing a whistle loudly. "Get up, you maggots! It's time to rise and grind"' she shouted, her voice piercing through their dreams.

They groaned at the sound, trying to hide under their sheets for a few more precious moments of sleep. Miss Sophia returned again, this time wielding a hose and spraying cold, chilled water on the boys. Ivan, whose bed was nearest to the door, got the brunt of it.

"Who the fuck... I'm going to kill that bastard," he shouted, leaping out of bed only to meet Miss Sophia's death glare.

"But we just slept for three hours," Ryo murmured, glancing at his watch.

"Successful Guardians don't watch the clock, they crush it. If you want to achieve greatness, you must be willing to put in the extra hours, sweat, and tears. They don't count the hours, they count the victories. Don't watch the time; do what it does. Keep going" Miss Sophia said sternly.

"Now get up!" she shouted, and everyone scrambled out of bed.

Location: Telna Forest

Standing tall on the mountain, breathing in the fresh air of the morning, the team leader spoke into his wireless earpiece: "Master, we've reached the students' location, provided by Spy Alpha 7pr's intel."

The Master's voice crackled through the earpiece, calm and collected. "Affirmative. Capture the students alive, using the data provided. Eliminate their Homeroom teachers, but spare the other students' lives." He paused, his tone turning introspective. "I want to instill a fear that will awaken them to the harsh realities of the world. A fear that will make them realize, 'The world is not a playground, but a battlefield, and only the strongest will survive.'"

As the Master spoke, the team leader swiped through the students' photos and data on his device, his eyes scanning their faces and profiles with a calculating gaze. He nodded to himself, his mind processing the mission details. He then nodded to his team, and they began to move out, ready to execute their mission.