Night’e Edge

(A/N) Guys, it's time to go on a hiatus for 2 weeks. I've some things I need to clear out and my university stuff as it will start soon. Imma take a short break and be back in 2 weeks. And i may post some chapters on Patreon if I am free.

Ahem, and I wanted suggestions from you people about what power would you like to see Damien to have in future. Comment if you want to i will look into and see if its viable for him. Anywho, enjoy the chapter.

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"...strip thee of thy wings!" The moment those words left Damien's mouth, an abyssal sword appeared in his hand. He opened his eyes, and a dark ray shot into the air high up.

The sky was bathed in red; everyone looked at it.

"WHAT IS THIS ABOMINATION!!!" A Seraph shouted as he looked at the dark red ray emanating from the ominous sword. She could feel it... if she didn't run away now, back to heaven, it would be the end of her.

But—suddenly, the red light died down, and before she could even comprehend what was going on, they stood before the same black-haired human. Was he even human? They didn't have a clue. But they knew that this being would be their demise.

The black-haired man was sitting on a throne made entirely of swords. The seat was colossal, and so was the being that sat upon it. His black wings possessed the sharpness to slice through anything. He had abyssal black eyes that seemed to peer into one's soul. A grin was plastered on his face. He appeared to be pleased about something.

"Welcome to my Sword Domain, Mongrels," the being muttered. Everyone could hear it clearly. It was neither loud nor soft, just enough to be heard properly.

Millions of angels looked at the being who was casually sitting on the colossal chair without any fear. He seemed uninterested as he gazed down upon them, as if they were insignificant bugs that could be crushed at any time. That enraged the five Seraphs who stood at the front of the Army of Angels.

"How dare a human look down upon us?!!!" the female Seraph, who seemed to be the leader of the other Seraphs, shouted as if she couldn't tolerate it any longer. They took pride in being the beings created by the Creator, considering themselves the perfect race and the only race that should exist. They regarded the other races as nothing more than a means to awaken their lord and creator, Veldnava.

"Lady Sapphire, I think we should re—" the blond Seraph couldn't continue as he was interrupted by a sharp glare from the long blond-haired Seraph.

"Shut up! Do you think Lord Michael will forgive us if we return with nothing?" she spoke, looking at the being seated on the throne with mild amusement. Yes, the being was none other than Damien himself.

Damien was seated on the throne, gripping a black sword that appeared ancient. It had Stars engraved that highlighted its beautifully intricate carvings more prominently. The sword itself seemed to be alive, as every now and then, it emitted an audible 'Hmm' that illuminated the Star's engravings. He felt a burning sensation from where Goddess Nyx engraved a tattoo of black rose, he peeked in his T-shirt and saw it was gone. 'Interesting'

Damien looked at the sword and used 'appraisal'.

[Notice:- Night's Edge has been formed due to Dark matter coming in the Contact of Goddess Nyx's tattoo that she engraved upon host]

[Appraisal: Night's Edge {Ex++} (Genesis-class sword)

Appearance: a blade as dark as the night with gems that represent stars, the more stars are lit up the stronger the sword is.

Description: This sword is formed by coming in contact with the dark matter that Goddess Nyx engraved into the host. It is an abysmal sword that was once wielded by the Primordial Goddess herself.

Abilities:- grants host power to bring forth some power of the void and utilise it. It grants host power to severe things that are tied to Fate and hope. It also grants control over living souls, I.e. Host can now Control souls even without killing the being and inflicting damage to their soul. It also grants to Host an ability known as "Instant Death". Tho, the chances are very slim to inflict this effect only 10% . Host can only use this ability 4 times a decade as the host is still too weak to handle the full power of it.]

He grinned as he looked at the sword in his hand. It was a broken blade that could assist him in battling beings even stronger than himself. It provided a significant boost to his current abilities. And it suited him, as the ruler of dread, this sword was a perfect match. 'I have to thank Nyx for this sword, huh. Let's think about that later'. He sighed as he remembered that AirHead Goddess.

But he couldn't help but marvel at the concept of 'Instant Death'. Instant death involved annihilating a being in an instant. Even those who have surpassed the very concept of death would struggle to withstand instant death. The concept itself was shattered. If used against a being, they would vanish poof, as if they had never existed. The remarkable part? Even if time were reversed or different timelines were traversed, the outcome would remain unchanged. The deceased would stay dead, beyond resurrection or discovery.

However, the most intriguing aspect of this sword was its additional passive ability.

[Additional Passive Ability: Creates a Sword Domain in alternate realities. In this reality, the host becomes invincible against beings with lesser fighting prowess and amplifies the sword's instant death infliction to 40%. Also Grants Host the power of Absolute darkness and freely manipulate dark matter.]

Basically, this means that he was nearly invincible in this Domain unless the being he's fighting has a higher tier and fighting level than him. 'Tch, well, beggars can't be choosers,' Damien clicked his tongue. He wanted more broken things, but it was more than enough for now.

He put that thought aside and looked at the sea of angels. Now, he had a bunch of Angels to entertain. They would be the perfect test for his new powers. He observed them as they blabbered among themselves, mainly the five Seraphs that stood in front of the normal angels. He wouldn't lie, but right now, they were weak... weak as an ant in front of him. He could crush them without a problem, but where is the fun in that? It seems like he has developed a sadistic personality.

[Notice: Congratulations, host, for gaining a sadistic personality that totally contradicts your previous personality known as 'Masochist'.]

'Huh? Tf. Since when am I a masochist?' Damien was stunned a bit. Was he a masochist? Hell no, he sure enjoyed the pain of training... Wait, doesn't that make him a masochist?

'Sigh, let's leave this for later. For now,' he gazed down with his abysmal eyes that seemed to hold a never-ending abyss and finally spoke,

"Welcome to my Domain, mongrels," he said with a ferocious grin on his face. If you say he looked like that statue from solo leveling. His huge white teeth were shining brightly. It seems like he doesn't miss brushing his teeth. Ahem... let's not get sidetracked.

The five Seraphs snapped in his direction together and ceased their discussion. It looked like the being was finally taking action.

Sapphire, the lady who seemed to be the leader, became more enraged than before. First, this filthy being brought them into his realm without her permission, and now, he calls them mongrels? How dare he???

"How dare you? Do you not know who I am? How dare you bring me into this realm without my permission-"

She couldn't finish her words. Before she knew what was going on, she was sliced in half from head to toe. The scene was gruesome.

"What-?"

The other four Seraphs were alarmed at this event. They didn't know what happened, but they were sure it was related to being seated on the throne.

"LADY SAPPHIRE!" A Seraph rushed towards the now dissected Sapphire. He looked at her and noticed she was dead. As a Seraph, they cannot die easily. Even if their shell is destroyed, their souls escape and go to heaven where they are reborned. But in this case, he couldn't find her soul. It was as if her soul was sliced when her body was also sliced.

"How dare you, human?!" the blond Seraph shouted as he rushed towards Damien, followed by the three Seraphs and the sea of angels who had been silent throughout this event.

Damien looked at them, ready to try something out. He extended his right arm and observed the angels approaching him in slow motion, even though the Seraphs were moving at a speed that easily surpassed the speed of light. It all appeared too slow in his eyes. He took a deep breath as his abysmal eyes shimmered with a purple hue.

"Thy wings shall be stripped off thee," he uttered, and suddenly multiple dark shaped spikes appeared everywhere around and then all the angels stopped and began falling to the ground like ants.

"What-?" They didn't understand what had hit them until they felt a burning sensation on their backs.

"ARGHHH, HOW?!"

"WHERE DID MY WINGS GO?!"

"NO, MY WINGS!"

"BUT HOW?!"

The Seraphs shouted in disbelief as what they saw shook them to their core. It was as if their very lives had been stripped away. Damien looked at them with emotionless eyes. Yes, it was his doing. What he had done was simple: he had simply manipulated the Dark matter and made them into spears that sliced through the Angels swiftly. They didn't know what hit them, one second they were in the air and the next second they were falling down. The dark matter was almost invisible to their eyes, and even more so in the Shadow Realm created by Night's Edge.

He observed them writhing on the dark floor. He felt not even a speck of pity for them. One thing he knew was to never be merciful towards enemies who aimed to kill him. And he was doing just that. He wouldn't show pity; instead, he would enjoy himself since he held the power here. Wait—did this mean he accepted that he was a sadist? Well, he wasn't going to complain. Being in power certainly felt great.

"Look at you guys, losing some feathers and squirming like insects on the ground. It's pathetic. I thought angels were an apex race. What happened to all that arrogance and superiority complex?" Damien commented sarcastically.

There was no response. The Seraphs' eyes were empty, hollow, as if their lives had been stripped away. It seemed like they had given up on life.

Damien sighed. This was boring, indeed. He wanted some reaction from them after performing something of this grandeur. Finally, he rose from his throne, standing imposingly above them like a mountain, yet still receiving no reactions. They knelt lifelessly. He waved his hand towards them and uttered.

"Sigh, die."

Now, he only had three Instant Death usage remaining. He sighed yet again as he looked at the millions of angels lying down without moving.

"Sigh, that was an utter waste of time and resources. Welp, can't complain now, I got too excited. Anyways, ARISE".

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