The Progenitor is often listed as the sole creator of the planet.
Some are skeptical of that claim.
Like the famous Oswaldian Locrates.
Who denounced The Progenitor as nothing more than a myth and a hoax that didn't exist.
That argument was refuted so easily at the time, they used his name as a synonym as a certified idiot.
During the time of the fake gods era it gained more traction.
It was precisely of that era that one war broke out.
'The False Divinity the demons carried were nothing but heretics going against the teaching and life given to them by The Progenitor!'
I've personally never read anything specific about the demons and the war that ensued between the two continents.
As neither was I very studious and had the time to look at the history of the world.
Likely I would not have had the chance either at the time.
The wave of soldiers in the name of their god will not rest until the decreed enemy has been utterly destroyed.
"W-What do we do…?"
"...This. Senior your order."
"...."
"A fake trial. A fake trial…"
Their expressions must be so grave for the voice to shake.
The trembling of the earth amongst the weight of the armies clashing felt like the ground would split.
Primarily the screams and yells with clashes of metal and flesh grated my ears.
The demons are associated with the summoning of outer spirits that bring ruin to any world.
The demons crave blood and slaughter.
How could the demons be the creations of The Progenitor if they look like that?
The image of the creator is everything in Sansetia.
A chuckle left me.
While They not say anything as They play reason, for thrusting newly inaugurated onto me, specifically demons, such irony is profound malice.
I drew the mass produced sword with my left hand.
"The Demon Emperor?!"
"What really???"
A short hollow laugh exited.
I may not see, but the legend of The Demon Emperor is mighty.
Surely that skull of half a deer with ghastly green eyes peering with shadows dark enough to blot out the sun will be the last sight for many.
"Shall we dance with death my friends?"
Their eyes turned toward me.
However I suppose the role for us will… no, is a merciless one.
"Ready yourself for battle, friends."
Such is the role to fulfill today.