Noah surveyed the cabin, his gaze sweeping across the familiar space before he finally sank to the ground beside the couch where Aaron lay. Aaron's wooden sword rested within arm's reach, and Noah found himself studying his friend's unconscious form, his mind caught in a labyrinth of conflicting thoughts. Just moments ago, he had accepted the unbearable truth that Aaron would never return from Dimension Two—that his friend was lost to him forever. Yet now, as he sat in the quiet cabin, that dark certainty began to crack, making way for something he hadn't dared feel: hope.
A portal tore open mere feet from where he sat, the air itself seeming to rip apart. Someone emerged from the swirling void. The man wore armor across his entire body, battered and scratched from countless battles. Dark circles shadowed his eyes—he looked as though he hadn't slept in two or three days, perhaps longer.
"Lucas," Noah said, pushing himself to his feet.
Lucas's tired eyes found Noah. "Why aren't you at the Hunters Association Guild? Shouldn't you be there?" His voice carried an edge of frustration. "Or better yet, why don't you spend whatever time you have left hunting demons instead of sitting here?"
Noah shifted his weight, suddenly uncomfortable. "Well, I mean, I don't know where the teleporter went."
"You lost it?" Lucas's exhaustion seemed to deepen into something closer to disbelief.
Noah shook his head quickly. "No, I—"
Lucas studied him for a long moment, his expression unreadable behind the fatigue. "Yeah. At first I thought I'd left it in this cabin, but when I came back, it was gone."
"Strange," Noah offered, unsure what else to say.
"You sure someone didn't take it?" Lucas moved closer, his armor clinking softly with each step. "If someone took it, there'd probably be fingerprints, footprints, or something." He paused, then his eyes narrowed. "And where's Aaron? Didn't you go with him?"
Noah's throat tightened. "No, I—" He glanced at Aaron's still form, guilt washing over him. "He's right here. He's been knocked out for a while, ever since we fought an A-rank demon."
Lucas's calm face drained of color for a split second, as if someone had pulled the blood straight from his veins. Then the color rushed back in a wave of anger. "You fought an A-rank demon?" His voice rose sharply. "Are you all idiots? Let me guess—the rest of your team isn't with you because they're dead, right?"
The words hit Noah like physical blows. He met Lucas's furious gaze, feeling something break inside him. "Yeah, they're all dead," he said, his voice cracking on the last word. The admission tore at him. They were his friends—people he had ventured with countless times to hunt demons, people who had trusted him. Because of their choices to fight an A-rank demon, because of Aaron's reckless decision to get close and try to fight it, more than half of his team now lay cold and lifeless somewhere in the wilderness.
Aaron slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the dim light as he looked between Noah and Lucas. "What's going on?" His voice came out hoarse and confused.
Noah glanced at both of them, his chest tightening with a sensation he couldn't name. Neither of them could feel it—this strange energy building inside him. Aaron, still groggy from unconsciousness, was only now regaining his senses in slow, painful increments. Lucas just stood there, his attention focused on the conversation. For some reason, neither of them felt what Noah felt: a deep, primal sensation welling up from somewhere in the core of his being, something he couldn't describe or control. The feeling began to intensify, spreading through his limbs as his eyes began to sparkle with red electricity that danced across his irises.
Lucas's expression shifted from anger to concern. "Noah, are you okay?" he said, taking a cautious step forward.
A pulsing red energy erupted from Noah like a shockwave, slamming into Lucas and knocking him backward. He stumbled, his arms windmilling as he nearly fell and hit the wooden floor. The gravitational pressure Noah was emitting was immense, crushing, suffocating. Then Noah's eyes went dark. They had switched from their usual blue to crimson red, then to pitch black in a matter of ten seconds—blacker than night, blacker than the void itself, darker than anything Lucas had ever witnessed in all his years of hunting.
At that moment, something took control of Noah. His body felt distant, as if he were watching himself from far away. He sank into a purplish-red shadow that spread beneath him like spilled ink, a smile crossing his face—not his smile, but something else's—as he disappeared into the floor, leaving both the groggy Aaron and the stunned Lucas alone in the cabin.
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Sin woke up a few hours later, his consciousness surfacing slowly from the depths of darkness. He was in a bed—comfortable, surprisingly so. The sheets felt very soft against his skin, almost luxurious, but this didn't feel like his bed. In fact, he had expected to wake up on a hard floor somewhere, his body aching and uncomfortable. But this wasn't that at all. This was gentle, warm, safe.
Someone opened the door with a soft creak. A servant entered, moving with practiced grace.
"Mr. Sin," the servant said, approaching the bedside with careful steps. "We have been asked to serve you and nurse you back to health as much as we can. Here, have some water."
The servant reached for a glass on the nightstand and held it to Sin's lips. He felt uncomfortable having someone tend to him so intimately, so he took the cup from the servant's hands and drank quietly, the cool water soothing his parched throat.
"Where am I?" Sin's voice came out raspy, barely more than a whisper. Blood flew from his mouth when he spoke—not very much, but enough to notice. Blood was blood. Any amount of blood coming from your mouth wasn't a good sign of health, no matter how you looked at it.
The maiden's expression filled with concern. "Be careful when you speak. Your organs have been damaged, and we've tried to repair you as much as possible." Her voice carried genuine worry, as if she truly cared about his wellbeing.
"Yes," Elias said from within Sin's mind, his voice echoing in that familiar internal space. "Your organs were heavily damaged. While you were unconscious from the evolution, your body couldn't handle that much power and strain, so you fell unconscious before you could even use your abilities. When you fused with your Shadow Demon, you caused extensive damage to yourself. Your body wasn't ready for the evolution—you needed to be stronger for it, more prepared."
Sin slipped into his mindscape, pretending to fall back asleep, hoping the person taking care of him didn't notice the subtle change in his breathing. He appeared in the black, abyssal void of the mindscape and looked at Elias, whose imposing form dominated the space. Elias's red armor pulsed rhythmically as blood-red shockwaves emanated from it like a heartbeat, each pulse carrying tremendous power. Every time Sin tried to come close, he was forced back a few feet by the sheer energy. But when Elias moved toward him, Sin wasn't repelled at all—a strange asymmetry that he still didn't understand.
"Unfortunately, I don't know if that transformation was a one-time thing," Elias said, his red eyes boring into Sin with an intensity that made him feel exposed. "But the energy—"
"I gained a lot of energy before the, you know, evolution," Sin interrupted, the memory still vivid in his mind. "That glowing blood should have at least done something, right?" He remembered the cup that had been nearly half full of glowing blood, how it had flown toward his mouth automatically, forcing his lips open without his will, pouring into him like liquid fire. "Shouldn't I have gained some energy while that was happening?"
"Yes, you did. You gained a considerable amount of energy," Elias confirmed, his tone measured. "But it wasn't enough—not nearly enough. That transformation was far too powerful for your body to handle, no matter how much energy you had accumulated. Your body shut down to keep you from damaging yourself more than you already had been. Your body has numerous fail-safes, protective mechanisms that honestly fascinate me." Elias lifted his hand and pointed at Sin, the gesture almost accusatory. "By the way, while you were unconscious—while you weren't in the mindscape—I felt something stare at me. Something watching us."
As soon as Elias spoke those words, Knox stepped forward from the shadows, and so did Dice. Both moved toward Sin automatically, as if drawn by an invisible thread. Dice was the one who stepped one inch closer, his corrupted form tense with recognition. Dice couldn't speak anymore, his voice stolen by whatever had transformed him, but Sin could see in his posture that he knew exactly what Elias was talking about. Even though he was a spawn now, even though he had been corrupted and turned into something else entirely, he still retained fragments of his humanity—small pieces of who he used to be. Sin wondered if Dice retained his demon abilities from when he was actually human, before everything changed. He wasn't going to dwell on that now, though. He couldn't afford to.
Dice couldn't speak up—his body wouldn't let him form words—but he knew what Elias was saying was true. He knew that something, someone, was watching them from beyond the veil. And he could look directly at what it was, could perceive it in a way the others couldn't. He saw something—he saw a human, a large head that looked down on them from an impossible distance, observing them like insects under glass. He looked directly into the eyes of the head staring at them, meeting that alien gaze, and then the head withdrew, fading away into nothingness. If Dice could remember clearly, the head had black hair, blue eyes, and a strange, disturbingly calm expression—as if nothing in the world could disturb its peace.
"I think we should stay here for a while. At least I should," Sin said, his voice carrying a weariness that went beyond physical exhaustion.
"What are you going to do while you're in the mindscape?" Elias asked, genuine curiosity coloring his tone.
"I honestly don't know," Sin admitted. "I don't know if time passes the same as it does outside or if it's like a time dilation thing—if I could spend days here while only minutes pass out there."
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"Wait, are you saying you're making him a part of the Black Star faction? What's wrong with you? Have you lost your mind?"
A whole gathering of members surrounded Ray as he stood at the center, his expression calm despite their agitation. Being the leader, he assigned everyone their roles, and of course, he allowed certain privileges for some people to assign others—but they needed to be trusted by him completely. He couldn't have any spies lurking around, gathering information and selling it to their enemies.
"Yes, I'm going to add him to the Black Star faction," Ray said calmly, his voice cutting through the murmurs of dissent. "After all, he's a young boy, and he seems very powerful—more powerful than most of you, if I'm being honest. And like I told you already, I'd rather have him as a friend than as an enemy. Would you want him as an enemy? Someone that powerful, someone who has multiple personalities, someone who could tear through our defenses if he chose to—would you want that?"
All of them shook their heads, the logic undeniable even if they didn't like it.
"Exactly," Ray said, his gaze sweeping across their faces. "You wouldn't. I'll obviously be keeping an eye on him, monitoring his every move, so you don't have to worry about your safety."
"Where is he?" a member asked, voicing the question on everyone's mind.
"He's in a faraway room—a room that only I have access to, and of course my personal servants who will take care of him and report back to me," Ray explained. "And I'm saying this to make sure that none of you try anything foolish, because you will want him to be here, trust me. I had some members in the past who didn't want some of you to be here while you were unconscious and vulnerable. After all, I did find some of you in grave injuries, barely clinging to life. I took you back, nursed you to health, and someone who didn't really want you as company decided to try to kill you while you slept. Of course, at that time, I had told them where the room was—a mistake I won't repeat. But now I'm not risking that again. I've learned from my errors."
Ray's words caught them off guard. Even though their leader was known for being calm and explaining his motives thoroughly, they didn't expect him to bring up what had happened to some of them when they were unconscious, when he had found them broken and bleeding and added them to the Black Star faction. Some of their eyes widened with the realization of how close they had come to death.
"I could have died?" a member said, his voice barely above a whisper, the color draining from his face.
"Yes, I'm saying exactly that," Ray confirmed, his tone gentle but firm. "You could have been dead right here, right now, probably in some burial site where I bury all my fallen members." His eyes grew distant, sad. "Where I bury all the dead people who fought alongside me, who gave their lives for our cause. Their deaths will be honored, their sacrifices remembered. And if you had died back then, your death would have been honored as well. I will never in my life ever see a death as insignificant. I would never look at death as just 'oh, they're gone.' That's dishonoring what they used to be as a person, reducing their entire existence to nothing. Even if you were a new member in the Black Star faction, we treat everyone equally here—whether alive or dead. I hope you all understand that, truly understand it."
Suddenly, Ray felt something shift in the air around him. He closed his eyes as he searched for the energy he knew he had felt, reaching out with his senses. It was even more powerful than Sin's energy signature. The energy he had felt before from Sin was complex—an energy that had four other distinct energies woven inside of it, like threads in a tapestry. He knew that Sin was in his room receiving medical attention, and he knew exactly where Sin was inside the sprawling Black Star mansion. So this was another energy signature entirely, something new and dangerous. It felt corrupted somehow, twisted and wrong.
And then something happened that made his blood run cold.
Ray's eyes snapped open, widening with alarm. He had found a threat—one that might have been more powerful than the Hollows themselves. He knew about the Hollows, had studied them extensively. He knew about all powerful beings in this world, even newly emerged ones. But this energy—it was overwhelmingly strong, suffocating in its intensity.
Ray nearly stumbled, his legs suddenly weak as he fell backward. A member caught him before he hit the ground.
"Sir, are you okay?" several members said in unison, stepping forward with deep concern etched on their faces.
Ray's breath came in short gasps. "Guys, I need you all to hide. Now."
"Hide from what?" someone asked, confusion mixing with fear.
Suddenly, a shadowy red portal opened in the center of the room, the air crackling with malevolent energy. Something crawled out, moving with predatory grace. The person had black hair, pitch-black eyes that seemed to swallow light, and red energy surrounding his entire body like a living aura of destruction.
Ray's breath caught in his throat, his heart hammering against his ribs.
"Who—or what—are you?" he managed to ask, his voice steadier than he felt.
The figure smiled, tilting his head in a gesture that was almost playful, almost human. "You don't recognize me, Ray?"
The voice was familiar, carrying echoes of someone Ray knew, but it was twisted—fundamentally wrong, as if something had taken that voice and corrupted it from within.
Ray's heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst. "Noah?"
The figure's smile widened, stretching too far across his face, and the red energy pulsed violently, crackling like lightning around him in waves of destructive power. "Not quite."