It was another nice day that was going by slowly, like all others. Draco was sitting on a branch of the deva tree and looking at the dangling fruits with amazement, as always. The view had entranced him since a few weeks ago and since time passed differently for these immortal beings, a few weeks were like a few hours.
Draco and Yapa had been welcomed into the deva island and each had taken a spot they liked while waiting for the rose alliance to arrive.
Suddenly, Draco got up from his seat and jumped all the way down to the ground. The second he did so, all the devas and celestials appeared next to him.
"What happened?" They asked. All they knew was that the signal Draco sent to everybody wasn't meaningless.
"They're here." Draco replied, looking directly in front of him. His gaze is serious.
"How many of them?" Light, who was closest to him, asked.
"There are more than 5 worlds in the alliance." Was all Draco said. The armies coming towards them had just entered the range of his senses, which was unfathomable, but their sheer number even caused him to get serious.
While he didn't have a doubt about his victory, it was still going to be a hard battle.
"Is that so?" Light hearing Draco's words got even more serious while the devas and celestials before him started looking at each other in slight fear.
"What do we do?" Water asked.
"Can we even beat them?" A celestial asked.
"How long will it take to finish them?" Yapa asked, silencing everybody.
They didn't understand. What 'how long it will take to finish them?' You mean how long it will take for us to be destroyed, right?
"This definitely won't be easy. It should take at least a couple hours." Draco replied.
{Sinful Craze} Draco couldn't stand the guts of the celestial any longer as gurbled words were heard from his mouth that nobody but him could understand.
"Ugh..." Suddenly, in front of an army of hundreds of celestials who all looked at the group of 22 in utter disdain, the high-celestial leading the army caught his own neck as his eyes turned blood red in a second.
"Ugh! Aaah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Out of nowhere, the celestial started screaming as his horrifying voice traversed the air to be heard by everybody within a light year's distance.
"What did you do, You Crazy Bastard?!" Another white-haired celestial who was leading the army of another realm shouted at Draco, who was clearing his ears.
Draco didn't reply, as he and everybody else in the scene just watched as blood slowly started falling down the eyes of the high-celestial. His face had red veins before.
*Plop* *Crack* *Crack*
His eyes exploded and his body started cracking and twisting weirdly, as if some invisible pressure were holding him like a hand.
*Pchkh*
And finally, the entire body of the high celestial exploded in blood, scaring the living souls of all celestials in the area.
"H- how?" Neither allies nor enemies could see Draco the same anymore. The evil that was residing deep within finally found a way to get out of its slumber after years, and Draco wasn't planning on stopping just there.
"YOU FUCKING DEMON!" The other high-celestials seeing this shouted in anger, sadness, and fear.
They couldn't afford to have their army lose the drive to keep fighting, they had to boost their morale and that is why, they will team up to take care of this celestial as soon as possible.
"YOU WILL DIE TODAY!" One, two, four, eight high-celestial shot out at crazy speed at Draco from all sides. The strongest of each army all came together to bring down the demon, who just smiled evilly and materialized his spear as a demonic armor appeared over his body.
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