The embodied of malevolence.

"Dad, dad, wake up."

"Huh?"

As Amon opened his eyes, he saw the blurred appearance of a little girl sitting next to him, trying to wake him up. His eyes, step by step, managed to focus the image in front of him and revealed to him the image of Personia sitting next to him while she tried to shake him awake with her adorable little hands.

"Darling, wake up; it's unusual for you to oversleep." As he heard the voice, he needed not even a second to realize who this voice belonged to—it was his great love and wife Roxanne.

"Honey." Amon jumped up and hugged his wife. He touched her so glently and softly, as if he were afraid of breaking her if he hugged her tighter.

"Amon I am really disappointed in you; you can't even tell your wive from a beast apart."

The once comfortable big room, which shinded of happiness and joy, darkened as if he had entered the cambers of the devil.

Amon looked up and saw him embracing a sinister being that embodied the epitome of malevolence. What he embraced was a being born to strike fear and terror into the world, with a visage that would frighten even the bravest of souls. His mane is a tangled web of spiky black hair, combed back defiantly, seeming to reflect the chaos within. Each strand of hair was as sharp as a spike and as black as obsidian; it looked as if the hair alone would be enough to rip someone's guts open and wash his hair in the blood of his victims.

His ashen skin, without any trace of vitality, was as if he were already dead—a being not born in a world that knows even a ray of light. Wrinkles draw deep furrows across his face, forming a grotesque map of vicious experience. Rage, diabolic hatred—a face that perfectly describes Satanism. A face that enjoyed the world burning, children screaming, women whimpering, and men begging.

His face contorts into a devilish expression, a distorted smile that sends a shiver down the spine of even the toughest mortals. Menacingly pointed fangs protrude from the corners of his mouth, serving as a warning of the danger that awaits anyone who dares cross his path. From his mouth snakes an intricate, jet-black tongue that has been split several times, snaking through the air like vipers ready to attack, adding another macabre touch to his already fearsome appearance. It was as if one bite from him was enough to already be consumed by depravity.

His eyes are truly captivating and terrifying at the same time. They glow with an intense, blood-red glow, as if it were painted by the blood of this being's victims; they shine in the dim light of the chambers. Each flash is a reminder of the souls this creature drove to hell, or worse.

Its head is crowned by four jagged horns as dark as the void. It is as if they crown him as the king of all evil, a crown he wore with pride and grandeur.

His cheeks, deeply sunken and shadowed, create the illusion of an ever-warming grin that adds to the aura of sinister joy that surrounds him. His bony face was sculpted as if it were physically incapable of creating anything but a grin all the time, reminding his victims that their lives are only a theater of suffering and pain for him. A theater that he marveled at with happiness and satisfaction every day.

Amon tried to compare Krampus with this creature; however, compared to this being, Krampus appeared as if he were a puppy.

Amon, step by step, backed off and wached the beings every step. One wrong move could kill him; a good move would save his life.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, interesting, truly interesting. I think you are the second person who is not whining and begging the moment they see me; right now, I remember the person. I need to tell my fellow to watch that person more closely."

With its ashend hand and pitch-black nails, the creature passed over its chin, not even looking at Amon.

"Who do you mean?"

"Hm, let's say it's a person you don't even know the name of. However, that's enough of the small talk. I think you should go now, or my pet is going to kill your sweet friends. Until we meet again, Amon Halon."

The creature rubbed its palms into each other and slowly shifted them apart from each other; the dark chamber disappeared, and the image of the tunnels appeared before Amon's eyes again.

He jumped up and shifted his gaze to every corner of the area he was in. He searched but found nothing; everyone was gone, and the only thing left behind remained dust and rocks.

"Fuck."

Amon spread his Qi everywhere it could reach, faster than ever in all of his life.

"Fuck..Fuck...Fuck....Fuck." 

Each time he found one, his expression darkened, and hatred arose. All of them were scattered all around the tunnel system. Two were unconscious; one was deeply wounded, and one was still fighting. He could not detect who was who. One thing remained: all of them were in deep trouble, and he did not know if he could save even one of them.

Amon's body had been wrepped in bandages, needing not even a second. His body glowed; he used his uptil now best comby, light, and shadow to step in the right moments. One powerful stomp on the ground was enough to catapult him into the tunnels. Right before he hit a corner, Amon swiched to the shadow step and moved as if he were the greatest assailant on this earth.

Amon tried to set priorities and decided to first of all look out for Bruna; if she was with him, he could by chance heal the others, or if Fortuna was on his side, revive them.

Orthing her still remained more difficult than he thought; he needed to get closer to them, took the risk, and used all of his brain to make out where she could be.

This, however, did not help; the one who was still fighting was probably Krampus; she could in the end be everyone from the other three; he too took the risk and picked one of them at random and sprinted as fast as he could in the direction of his destination.

It was the one nearest to him. The person was lying on the floor; the only thing that moved was its little finger. The movement resembled more of a twitch than a movement, but at least it was a sign that the person was still alive.

He dashed around the corner and saw the image of one of the members of this party of five people they treveled.

"Help me, A."