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"My head… hurts."
A young man in his mid-twenties slowly opened his eyes. His skin was pale, almost lifeless, and his body looked thin and fragile, as if it had not known proper food or rest for a long time. The bones in his arms were clearly visible beneath the torn and dirt-stained clothes that hung loosely over him. As his vision slowly adjusted, he realized that the world around him was nothing but white fog. It was thick and endless, stretching in every direction like a silent ocean of mist. There was no sky above him and no ground beneath his feet that he could clearly see. The air felt strangely still, as if time itself had stopped in this place.
He tried to remember what had happened.
A frown appeared on his face as he pressed his fingers against his temple. His mind searched desperately for even the smallest memory—his past, where he came from, why he was here, or even something as simple as his own name.
But nothing came.
His memories were completely empty.
Then suddenly, a deep voice echoed through the fog, powerful and ancient, as if it had existed long before the world itself.
"Do not worry, boy. You are already dead."
The young man blinked slowly. Surprisingly, fear did not appear on his face. Instead, curiosity flickered in his eyes as he calmly looked around the empty fog, trying to locate the source of the voice.
"Oh?" he replied casually. "Then why not show your ugly face while telling me that?"
For a moment, the entire space fell into silence. The fog remained perfectly still, as if the world itself had paused in response to his words. Then suddenly, a blinding light burst through the mist without warning. The young man quickly raised his arm to shield his eyes as the overwhelming brightness swallowed everything around him. The fog trembled and parted as if pushed aside by an invisible force.
After several seconds, the light slowly faded and his vision began to return.
Standing before him now was a tall figure—far taller than any ordinary human. Massive black horns curved upward from its head like the blades of a crown, and its crimson eyes glowed like burning embers in the darkness. A dark, blood-colored aura surrounded its body, slowly drifting through the fog like smoke. The creature wore royal clothing embroidered with strange ancient symbols that seemed to shift and move if one stared at them for too long. Its presence alone carried the overwhelming weight of something ancient, powerful, and once worshiped by countless beings.
The creature looked down at the young man and smiled faintly.
"I am Den," it said in a deep voice that echoed through the mist. "The Demon God."
The young man looked at him carefully, studying the horns, the glowing eyes, and the terrifying aura surrounding his body. Anyone else might have panicked at the sight of such a being, but the young man simply observed him for a moment as if he were examining something unusual but not particularly frightening.
"Tell me, boy," Den asked with a hint of amusement in his voice, "do I look ugly?"
The young man stared for a moment, clearly surprised by the question. However, instead of answering immediately, he stepped forward slightly and narrowed his eyes as if thinking about something.
"Let me guess," he finally said. "You want me to do something for you, and in return you'll give me a reward."
Den raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the calm reaction.
"And you're already agreeing?" the Demon God asked.
"Yes," the young man replied without hesitation. "I don't exactly have any other offers right now. And if there's a reward involved, I'd be a fool to refuse."
Den's expression shifted into a faint frown, as if he could not decide whether to be annoyed or amused.
"Are you joking with me, boy?"
"No," the young man answered calmly. "I'm just being practical."
For several seconds, the Demon God simply stared at him in silence, his crimson eyes carefully observing the strange human standing before him. Then, slowly, a grin spread across Den's face, revealing sharp teeth.
"I like your attitude," he said with a quiet laugh. "Perhaps my choice wasn't a mistake after all."
Den slowly raised one clawed hand, and the fog around them trembled slightly as if reacting to his power.
"Listen carefully," he said. "Gods gain their power from devotees—from those who believe in them, worship them, and offer their faith. The greater the number of believers, the greater the god's strength becomes."
His expression darkened as he continued.
"But in my world, angels and humans formed an alliance. Together they hunted my followers, destroyed my temples, and slaughtered those who once believed in me. One by one, my devotees disappeared until almost none remained."
"My power has fallen to its lowest point."
"Even the remaining demons have begun to lose their faith in me."
Den stepped closer to the young man, and the pressure in the air immediately grew heavier, as if the space itself struggled to endure the presence of a god.
"So I need someone," Den said quietly.
"Someone who will become my successor."
"Someone who will restore my faith."
"Someone who will make demons worship me once again."
The young man listened silently. As the Demon God finished speaking, he slowly inhaled and a strange spark of excitement appeared in his eyes.
"I'll do it," he said.
Den tilted his head slightly, clearly surprised by the quick response.
"So quickly?" the Demon God asked.
The young man smiled faintly.
"It's been a long time since life was interesting," he said. "Becoming the right hand of a god sounds like it could be fun."
Den suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing powerfully through the endless fog.
"Good answer."
The Demon God extended his hand toward the young man, and dark energy began gathering in his palm.
"Then listen well," Den declared.
"I, Den, the Demon God, declare this human to be my successor."
"From this moment onward, we shall share the same blood."
A dark flame suddenly appeared above Den's palm. It did not look like normal fire. Instead, it resembled a fragment of pure darkness itself—a burning void filled with ancient and terrifying power.
"In return for your promise," Den continued, "I grant you a fragment of my power."
Without warning, the black flame shot forward and struck the young man.
In an instant, his entire body was engulfed in the dark fire.
Yet strangely—
He felt no pain.
Instead, an overwhelming surge of power flooded through his body, rushing through his veins like a storm of pure energy.
Den watched the scene with clear satisfaction.
"And from this moment," the Demon God declared proudly, his voice shaking the endless fog,
"The name of my successor shall be kael...
The dark flames roared louder around the young man as his head slowly lifted.
Something inside him had awakened.
And the story of the Demon God's successor had just begun.