Light. That was all he saw before his life changed. A blinding blue light covered the entire sky, and in an instant, it vanished, replaced by a fainter yellow light, as if exchanging the heat of a furnace for the flame of a candle. And for the first time on the planet Sovreit, he saw them: the stars. Alfred had transported Sovreit to a galaxy in a distant universe—a universe full of opportunity for his son, but also full of risks, yet far from the true danger for the time being.
Don looked up at the sky, contemplating the beauty of the stars and the yellow light he had read about in books; it was also a star, called the Sun. But why does my heart ache? Why do I feel like I've lost something right now?
Don thought and thought, but the beauty of the stars made him forget the pain for a moment. In the past, the world would light up and darken, and no one ever questioned why. Don had read many books about space and asked his father numerous times how there could be day without stars and night without a moon. The crazy old man's reply was typical: "The planet's light is all the light needed, day and night. Does it truly need light other than mine?" He would laugh like a lunatic until he fell asleep.
Returning to the present: In the three continents surrounding the continent of Magenda, the world's inhabitants call them the Three Hells because they are three masses of solidified lava connected like a ring around Magenda. They are the homeland of the demons, and the demons have begun to move.
In the continent of Azkfos, the smallest of the three continents, reigns the Ruler of Demons, or as his people call him, the King of Blood.
He is a demon with green skin, bat-like wings, and black teeth. Unlike most demons, he is a hybrid of an Orc and a succubus, and he has no horns. Yet, he reached the throne and defeated all his enemies; their screams can still be heard in the Pit of Despair, the site of the first battle the Blood King fought.
Currently, in the Blood Demon's hall, the ruler was meeting with his two ministers, the rulers of the continents of Zakon and Zakosh.
The ruler of Zakon, Zoleena, the Poison Princess, spoke: "O King of Blood, we have received the signal! Why the delay? Now, after all this time, we can finally move to kill! Finally, I can satisfy myself! We are finally free! Why the wait now?"
The ruler of Zakosh, who rarely speaks, had once opposed the Blood King and defied his orders; his tongue was cut out and his mouth stitched shut. His name is Lord of Darkness Zurkakh. He nodded in agreement with the Poison Princess's words, yet a terrible fear of what was to come could be seen in his eyes.
The Prince of Blood looked at them. He rose from his throne and in one swift movement, stood beside them, saying, "Now is not the time for arguments. When I say tomorrow, we go tomorrow. Unless you enjoy losing your mouth, Poison Princess. You can add your tongue to my collection." Then he licked his lips in a perverse manner. Zoleena felt exposed, as if she were naked before him, which only excited her more. She wanted war, she wanted death—but not her own death. So she replied, "Your commands, O King of Blood," and bowed. The Lord of Darkness followed her in bowing, and they departed.
The Blood King, Torkh, had already moved. He flew with his wings toward the continent of Magenda. However, while in the air, his shape changed, and he became a young boy, around 15 years old. As he approached the continent, he stopped flying. He did not want to attract attention. He had one mission now: to deliver his master's gift to Alfred's city, and then the demon invasion would begin.
Returning to Don, his birthday was approaching; only one hour remained. With all these strange events, he didn't know what to do. The sky had changed, and the people around him had become weird. Everyone seemed like, well, like dummies. Everyone was moving like a Golem, and their words were strange. Uncle John, the butcher, was completely normal when Don approached him to buy some meat, but then the light came, and he became odd—slower, as if he had forgotten how to deal with humans. His way of speaking was peculiar:
"Boy... meat. You meat. You want. Meat. You want meat."
It was truly strange. Now, only a few minutes remained, and that foolish old man hadn't shown up. I will truly urinate in his wine if he doesn't show up today!
Time passed, and midnight arrived.
At that exact moment, the continent of Magenda ceased functioning. Don was instantly transported, finding himself in a white expanse. When he saw what was before him, his mind stopped; his breath quickened. What is this beauty? How can something be this perfect? He had finally seen it: The Source.
He didn't know when the tears started, but he was crying like a small child seeing his mother. Every tear that fell onto the white surface of the area caused a ripple, like the surface of water.
Then, he finally heard the voice—a sound that broke everyone else, but not him:
[Welcome,Don Al-Dajun . I am The Source. The foundation of life, the foundation of death. I am the one who gives power, and I am the one who withholds it. And you, my boy, you can possess the power]