JR.GOD

The gods were chasing the thief who had stolen their most sacred treasure—the ichor. Their voices thundered through the skies, shouting commands to stop him.

"Stop!"

One of the gods raised his hand, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. The thief, clutching the stolen ichor, stumbled, his body crashing to the earth as the power of the gods closed in.

"You will die in the most brutal way," one god hissed, his eyes glowing with wrath. They surrounded him, their power radiating as they prepared to strike.

But the thief grinned, his hands trembling with both fear and excitement. "You think I fear death?" he said, his voice cold. "You are mistaken. I am chosen."

In a flash, the thief drew a sword, and the air itself seemed to tear open as a portal appeared behind him. The gods shouted in panic.

"He's trying to escape! Kill him!"

But the thief, unfazed, thrust his sword into the portal. As he did, another portal opened behind the gods, and the sword pierced through it, cleaving the very fabric of their existence. One by one, the gods fell, their divine forms crumbling as they were struck by the power of the ichor-infused blade.

The thief calmly wiped the ichor from his hands and started walking forward, his voice echoing in the silence, "I told you."

Suddenly, a man appeared before him. "Did you get it?" he asked.

The thief nodded, holding up the vial of ichor. "Yes, here it is."

The man smiled. "Great. Come with me."

And in an instant, they both vanished, leaving nothing behind but the remains of the fallen gods.

The news of the thief stealing the ichor and killing several gods spread like wildfire. The air buzzed with unease and whispered rumors. From the grand celestial castle, Elesta, one of the top five ranked gods, stepped out, her golden armor gleaming under the sun. She floated gracefully above the crowd, her divine aura silencing their murmurs.

"Elesta! Elesta!" the people cheered, their faith burning brighter with her presence.

Raising her hand, Elesta spoke, her voice calm yet commanding. "The devils have begun their attack again. They've stolen one of our sacred ichors, but rest assured, we will bring them to justice. They'll learn that the gods are the true power of this world!"

The crowd erupted in cheers. Amidst the voices, a young man's voice stood out:

"I'm your biggest fan, Elesta!"

Hearing this, Elesta smiled faintly and gave a nod before ascending back toward the castle.

At the entrance, another god awaited her. His expression was cold, his arms crossed. "How did the mortals react to your message?"

"They're full of hope," she replied with pride. "Didn't you hear their cheers?"

He scoffed. "Low lives. All they can manage are simple powers—cutting trees, watering their fields. Why do you waste your time with them?"

Elesta's eyes narrowed. "It's the king's order, and I will not defy it."

"Of course. Always the loyal soldier," he said with a mocking grin. "Well, Elesta, I'll see you at the next meeting." With that, he vanished into thin air.

Elesta muttered under her breath, "Fool," and walked into the castle's grand hall.

The Celestial King sat on his magnificent throne, his aura so immense it seemed to fill the entire chamber. Elesta kneeled before him.

"My lord," she said respectfully, "the people are hopeful and united."

The king's voice boomed like distant thunder. "Good. That is why I chose you to address them, Elesta. You inspire loyalty."

"It's my honor to serve, my lord."

"You may return to your duties now."

Elesta bowed deeply. "Thank you, my lord." She turned and left the hall, her steps echoing through the marble corridors.

Reaching her quarters, she was greeted by her squad. They stood at attention and saluted. "Welcome back, Captain Elesta!"

She nodded. "Thank you. Listen closely, team. Our task is to guard the ichor. Stay vigilant—we could be called into action at any moment."

"Yes, Captain!" they replied in unison, their voices firm with resolve.

Elesta's gaze hardened. She knew the devils wouldn't stop with just one ichor. The real battle was just beginning.

The thief smirked as he leaned back, his blood-red eyes glinting with malice. "Gods are so easy to kill," he said, his voice dripping with contempt.

One of the devils around him shifted uneasily and muttered, "I think you've never faced her—Captain Elesta's power is beyond imagination."

Their leader immediately silenced him with a sharp glare. "Quiet! Do not speak of gods so lightly. Even their weakest can be deadly if underestimated. We are only five now—we need more power to stand against them, let alone take over the heavens."

He paced slowly, his black cloak trailing behind him. "Remember, our goal is not just to fight gods. We need to open the Gate of the Dark World and bring forth true chaos. But for that…" His voice darkened. "We need the Celestial King himself to touch the gate. The process is complex, and any mistake could destroy us all."

Turning to the thief, he stretched out his hand. "Where is the ichor you stole?"

The thief produced the glowing, golden vial of ichor and handed it over. The leader took it reverently, holding it aloft. "The essence of a god… let's see how it fares against the power of devils."

Without hesitation, he uncorked the vial and poured the ichor into a chalice, mixing it with dark, viscous devil ichor. The chalice pulsed with a sinister glow as he raised it to his lips and drank deeply.

His crimson eyes burned brighter, and dark energy rippled through his body. "Hold my hands," he commanded.

The four devils quickly formed a circle, clasping hands as their leader's energy surged through them. Shadows danced violently around them, and the ground cracked beneath their feet.

Slowly, horns began to grow from their foreheads, sharp and twisted. Their leader's horns, however, grew larger and more menacing, glowing faintly with a dark red hue.

One of the devils stared at him in awe. "Master, you have two horns now… but we only have one."

The leader smirked, his voice low and commanding. "You want your second horn? Then go. Drink more ichor. With more power, we'll be unstoppable. And when the time is right…" He raised his clawed hand toward the sky. "We will revive him—the Dark Devil King. And his reign will bring the gods to their knees."

The devils laughed wickedly, their sinister ambitions fueling the storm of darkness that surrounded them.