Chapter 1: IN THE BEGINNING
In the vast expanse of the void, where all light and hope were swallowed whole, a solitary figure drifted aimlessly between the realm of life and death. An unyielding silence blanketed the abyss, only to be shattered by an emotionless, metallic voice.
It echoed softly, yet clearly, through the endless darkness: "[The candidate has proven its worth]."
The voice resonated, a chilling, detached authority growing colder with each word.
"[Initiating the will of the lost]," it continued, its tones slicing through the void like the edge of a blade. Glimmers of light, fleeting and fragmented, began to pulse around the drifting figure, as if breathing life into the hollow dark.
"[Project: God’s Executioner has been implanted onto the soul of the Heavenly Demon]."
The declaration resounded, followed by a momentary pause that thickened the air with anticipation. "[Does the host accept?]"
A low groan, deep and vexed, cut through the silence. The Heavenly Demon’s voice, both weary and formidable, stirred. "What infernal noise dares disrupt my slumber?" His tone was irritated, but beneath it lay the control of an unyielding will.
"[Do you accept?]" the voice pressed, insistence hardening its metallic edge.
The Heavenly Demon’s eyes, though closed in the suspended realm, narrowed in defiance. "I am no one’s pawn," he spat, the weight of loss and pride coiling like a serpent in his chest.