Rise Of The Blue Demon (Hiatus)

Dark clouds paint the sky in a gloomy atmosphere. Endless plains till the eyes can see, surround an ancient-looking castle covered in moss and overgrown weeds.

A massive wall over a kilometer high protects the castle within. On top of the wall, hundreds of soldiers dressed in ancient battle armor patrol the area with an air of solemnity. From an outsider's perspective everything would seem perfectly fine, but upon taking a closer look one would find the scene strange and bazar.

The clouds, as black as the darkest ink, not letting a single ray of light seep through, fail to prevent the scenery on the ground, although dull and grey from being seen with great clarity. Protruding from the ground, the weeds in the castle slowly begin to resemble human leg hairs, and the cracks on the wall ooze out blood-like substances while giving off the putrid odor of death and decay. Upon inspecting the armor, one would come to realize the soldiers in uniform are in fact just the uniform.

Within the castle, loud footsteps echo throughout the hall. A woman with purple hair and disproportionate facial features, a single arm, and a body arched backward as if in the midst of doing a backflip, walks into a room adorned with cracks and broken furniture.

Floating in the center of the room is a single eye. The eye gives off a strange yet calming aura, filling the air with incredulity yet giving off the feeling that everything is as it should be.

The woman closes the door whilst maintaining her strange posture. "My lord, there are numerous casualties among the angels, and the demons are near extinction, is it time for us to act?" A voice of immense oddity, composed of a strange tune of crackling laughter and crying children echoes throughout the room.

"No." a calm yet lazy voice responds in the woman's mind. The woman tilts her head sideways at a 120-degree angle as a sign of confusion, the veins on her neck burst as her skin stretches beyond its limits.

"The angels and demons are no longer fighting each other, or at least not openly. It seems that they've split the humans into three factions; the holy alliance, the demonic camp, and the neutral party," the voice further clarifies.

One of the woman's eyes begins to roll in its socket while the other continues to look at the purple eye in confusion. "Humans are weak, they can barely fend for themselves. unless they are forced, which is unlikely since the demons would rather entice them and the angels would like to maintain their mask, barring light from being shed on their hypocritical faces."

A soft chuckle resounds in the woman's mind "True, but humans are amalgamations of curiosity and desire. The blessings they received from being part of the light and devil faction is enough for them to shed all forms of caution, whilst rationalizing their actions with the concept of good, freedom, justice, and the betterment of society."

A slow knock suddenly interrupts the conversation . Without waiting for a response, the door opens, and a man dressed in clown attire walks in. Behind the man is a bloody baby crawling on all fours, bones could be seen protruding from the baby's body. Around its neck is a dog collar with a tag that reads 'Pam.' attached to the collar is a red leash, with the other end being held by the figure in clown attire.

"Salutations My lord," the figure makes an exaggerated bow with a malevolent smile plastered on its face. Before the eye could respond, the clown's smile turned into a scowl, his eyes darkened with a sinister hue as he vanished from his spot and reappeared beside the baby. With a deep growl, he kicks the baby with immense force.

Boom

The baby hits the wall with a shockwave, decorating the wall with a deep shade of red. Crushed organs, broken bones, and pieces of flesh embed themselves on the shoe of the clown. "Next time greet the master," the clown seriously instructs whilst maintaining a jovial tone.

The rolling eyeball of the woman suddenly locks onto the clown as her deformed lips twitch in speechlessness.

"What do you want?" an exasperated sigh echoes in the clown's mind as the eyeball telepathically speaks to him.

As if performing a magic trick, a deck of playing cards suddenly appears in the palm of the clown, shuffling the cards with a serious demeanor he pulls out a card from the middle of the pile.

As the card leaves the pile it expands into a large red envelope. with a satisfied smile, the envelope vanishes from his hand as the clown tosses it towards the eye. It suddenly reappears floating in midair with the sharp corner only an inch away from the eye. A second later a sonic boom resounds in the room. The already damaged furniture that barely withstood the shockwave collapses from the residual force of the throw.

"This is?" the eye squints in confusion. A smirk makes its way onto the clown's face as he puffs his chest in a proud demeanor.

"After searching all of heaven and scouring the souls of the underworld, it only took three thousand seven hundred and fifty-six years to find the perfect soul to house the vessel.

Fleshy tendrils appear both above and below the eye resembling eyelids. The tendrils suddenly close, encompassing the eye within. The envelope, still floating an inch away from the eye, suddenly opens revealing a file within.

"Interesting" a voice of immense majesty permeates through the castle, it echoes far beyond; through the plains over the oceans, finally stopping at the boundary of the dimension.

Both the woman and the clown suddenly froze, even the blood on the wall stopped trickling. The two suddenly kneel with Their head lowered in reverence. The mesh of blood, bones, and organs on the wall all fall onto the ground, ignoring the concept of friction as if amplified by gravity.

"Subordinates greet thy master." Three distinct voices spoke simultaneously. After a brief silence, a chuckle echoes throughout the dimension, then the file slowly begins turning into dust.

A few moments later, the tendrils of flesh disappear, and with it the presence of the entity that just spoke. "Dismissed," the voice of the eye resonates in the minds of the three individuals.

As the clown and the woman stand up to leave, the bloody mesh on the floor pools together forming a baby on all fours. The baby stumbles as it rises, finally standing on both legs, it turns towards the eye and lets out a cute and innocent smile.

With a bow as exaggerated as that of the clown, the baby speaks in a deep and magnetic voice, "Pam greets master."

After the three leave the room, the door slowly closes, and with it, the eye becomes transparent, finally vanishing, plunging the room into near darkness, the only source of light being the file that's about to disappear. with only a corner left, all that can be read is the name, 'Caeruleum Falco.'