Start of the Tenma War

In the midst of a distant icy plain stood a castle constructed entirely of ice marbles that glimmered splendidly under the sun's rays without melting.

Seated upon the throne inside the palace was a being with a wide grin on his face, revealing his sharp canines, while his fiery red hair danced in the air. His blood-red eyes contained golden and silver stars that danced within them, making him stand out. He laughed maniacally, his laughter shaking the entire palace, as he clutched the hem of his icy chair. Gazing at the sky, he observed millions of beings led by an angel with ten wings and a spear in his hand.

"it has finally begun. HAHAHAHA, Rudra, you never fail to entertain me," the being said, grinning at the army of angels.

"Rudra has finally initiated his game, huh?" a white-haired girl standing beside the icy throne blurted out with amusement on her face. Despite her small stature, she was one of the most dangerous entities in this realm, Velzard, the second mightiest true dragon in existence and the sister of the creator himself, Veldnava, the first true dragon, the Star King Dragon.

She possessed fair skin that appeared to radiate, deep blue eyes that held immeasurable power, glossy pearl-white hair tied into twin-tails reaching her waist, a charming oval face, and wore a strapless blue dress with a blue star-shaped pendant around her neck and a golden headband.

Standing beside her was the Lord of Darkness, the ancient demon lord, Rogue, feared by all of humanity. He bore numerous titles that defined his powers, including Guy Crimson, the mightiest demon in existence, excluding certain black-haired eerie yandere demons.

"Indeed, Velzard. This is going to be fun!" Guy said, grinning fiercely as he emanated his aura. He had awaited this moment for thousands of years.

"My lord, all demons await your commands," a blue-haired maid spoke, bowing to Guy, with a green-haired maid following suit.

"Inform the demons to be on stand and await my orders. Let me have some fun for myself first," Guy commanded, eager to join the fray.

"As you wish, milord," the maids bowed. They were not ordinary maids but rather 7 primordial demons who had once reigned over hell before becoming subordinates of Guy Crimson.

Guy rose from his throne, launching into the sky at a speed surpassing that of light, with Velzard following closely behind. She wouldn't miss this opportunity to have some fun, even if they were all merely cannon fodder.

"Let's fight, HAAHAHAHAHA!!, " Guy laughed as he began tearing through the ranks of angels with only his fists.

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In the depths of a dark forest, a young girl, no older than 10, stood inside a cave, her hair radiating rainbow hues as it formed two pigtails. With a proud expression adorning her face, she observed the angels soaring through the sky beyond her labyrinth.

She was None other than the Spirit Queen, Ramiris, an ancient demon lord, stood before them.

Despite looking like a small girl, she held the second position among the demon lords, her magic rivalling even that of Guy Crimson. Appointed by Veldnava himself as the administrator of the world, Ramiris acknowledged her power and never shied away from a challenge.

One of the angels, possessing ten wings had clear disdain in his eyes, stepped forward and sneered at Ramiris. "How dare you betray our lord, Queen of Spirits! You shall pay the price with your blood!" he exclaimed.

However, Ramiris merely smiled arrogantly in response. "HOHOHO, come and taste the might of this queen," she declared.

Incensed by her words, the seraph charged forward, accompanied by the other angels. And so, the battle within the forest commenced.

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A youthful girl, appearing to be between the ages of twelve and fourteen, stood at the forefront of her domain, eagerly observing the angels before her. Her lustrous hair boasted a blend of platinum and pink hues, fashioned into twin-tails.

She donned striped pink thigh-high socks, black elastic panties, and a lengthy shirt that only covered her chest. Though her appearance seemed childlike, one should not be deceived. She held the position of the third-ranking demon lord, the sole daughter of the creator himself, Veldnava, and the rightful heir of heaven.

Her gaze fixated upon the countless legions of angels hovering above her realm, known as Dragonewts—a kingdom inhabited by a race of demon humans birthed from the fusion of humans and dragons, born from Gaia's essence, her first friend gifted by her father.

A mischievous grin crept upon her face at the sheer multitude of angels present. While Milim possessed the ability to effortlessly eradicate them all, numbering in the millions, she desired to savor the experience and engage in combat.

A battle enthusiast by nature, Milim crossed her arms beneath her chest and let out a hmph, exclaiming, "UmU, I can finally have some fun." With eyes sparkling with excitement, she propelled herself into the sky, activating her Stampede form.

"Let's fight guys," she gleefully announced and looked at the angels, yet received naught but emotionless gazes from the winged beings.

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Back to Damien

Damien found himself standing in the heart of a dense forest, his eyes filled with fear as he looked up at the sky. Despite having grown stronger, he couldn't help but be terrified by the immense army of angels closing in. "Is this what the System was warning me about? The Tenma War?" Damien pondered aloud, his mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events. Just then, a notification from the System abruptly appeared.

[Notice: Timeline detected. Congratulations, host. You are in the first Tenma War, thousands of years behind canon.]

"Congratulations my ass," Damien muttered quietly, cursing his luck. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm his nerves, but he knew there was no choice but to confront the problem head-on. Yet, something clicked in his mind, causing his eyes to widen as he watched the angels commence their crusade against humanity.

A single thought crossed his mind: "Mother."

Without wasting a moment, Damien instinctively opened a portal between his current location and his home. Suspended in the air, a black wormhole structure materialized, exuding black mana from its outer ring and blue mana from its inner core. Without hesitation, he leaped into the rift, vanishing from the dense forest.

As Damien emerged from the rift, his eyes darkened, uncontrollable mana leaking from him and unsettling all nearby creatures. The angels trembled under the weight of his mana pressure, perceiving the aura of death as if a grim reaper with scythes stood before them. Paying no heed to the angels, Damien made his way toward a black-haired woman who lay gasping for breath, on the brink of death.

The woman turned her gaze to the side and spotted her son approaching. She attempted to warn him to flee but was left speechless as all the angels halted, fixating their intense eyes on her son.

"S-son... R-run," she barely managed to utter those words. Damien crouched down, tenderly taking his mother's cold hand, gently caressing it with his thumb. Almost inaudibly, he whispered, "It's alright, Mom. I'm back. It's going to be alright," trying to muster hope for himself.

As he continued to rub her arms, he noticed her growing weaker with each passing second, yet he felt utterly helpless. "SYS, GIVE ME A POTION, ANYTHING! PLEASE, ANYTHING!" he pleaded in desperation, calling out to the system, but received no response.

A profound silence descended upon the surroundings, immobilising all present.

The only sound that broke the stillness was the weeping of a young boy, sobbing and calling for help like a lost child. Damien's mother extended her hand, gently wiping away a tear from his eyelashes and smiled, her remaining strength fading away. With her last ounce of energy, she uttered a single word, "Please…..run" before her body relinquished all strength, her outstretched arm falling limp.

Damien witnessed the life drain from his mother's eyes, and a surge of darkness engulfed him. Black mana swirled around him, his mind blank and unreachable. Sensing the disturbance in the vicinity, the angels grew weary and alarmed. A Seraph, sensing an unfathomable power emanating from the village, paused to investigate.

As the Seraph arrived, he was left speechless, beholding an enormous humanoid entity adorned in black armor, enveloped by boundless mana. The creature exuded an aura of immeasurable might. In its grasp, it wielded a broadsword pulsating with raw mana, capable of cleaving through anything.

Gazing down upon the beings before it, the creature muttered, "ARISE."

The utterance sent shivers down the spines of every angel present, including the Seraph.

They had never encountered something so eerie and otherworldly. Despite their emotionless nature, they couldn't help but feel a profound fear in the face of this embodiment of death itself.

Before their world plunged into darkness, the last word they heard from the creature was a chilling decree: "DIE!!"

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