A ring of black mist expanded around his veins. A yellow toothed grin washed the demon man’s wrinkled face, as he could see hundreds and thousands of wandering eyes fall down and stop at his arm’s glowing remnants. Each breath froze and those who fled paused to catch theirs.
The Emperor’s eyes radiated intensely as he looked into them all and croaked, “It’s over, Angels” There was a loud ‘snap,’ and his arm dropped to cold cement.
All who saw him that moment were wiped out by the catastrophic black wave that emerged from his fallen arm. Gusts of darkness washed down the surfaces. The starless burst of night blew up across the globe and swallowed life into its bleak depth. This released Hell-light was long feared throughout the whole planet. Its wretched dark smog could harm the innocent alongside the bad.
It used to be a city. The most destitute, and underprivileged place in all of planet Cyber with cans for money and insects for food. A dump. Now miasma clogged the nocturnal skies. It had become a cemetery, with no survivors left.
Far away, the smog grew closer to a lone escape vessel. Coming closer. In that far off place a weary man shoved his grandchildren in as the ship door pulled up and closed, steaming shut. His daughter, the mother of those children, was left behind. She hadn’t made it. The Tai ship erupted through the ceiling and blended with the mist, turning into a speck in the sky before it was gone.
...In this haunted galaxy, only three planets existed. Cyber, X, and Hell. Demons lived in Hell and Angels lived in Cyber. They were hostile towards one another, doing everything in their power to torment the other. Planet X operated as the middle space between them, where both sides could tolerate its mediating climate. However, the Tanti gem on planet X prevented either side from being able to intersect or communicate face to face.
The two hostile planets came up with an idea to try and repair negotiations. In sending a leader of the Demons and a leader of the Angels from Cyber, they were able to start what they thought was a union. Queen Siasma and Emperor Ijin became the hope for galactic peace. Neither side was prepared for the compromises to be made. Corruption of not only each other but everything they touched soon followed.
First the demons of hell were penalized by being banished by Siasma to the pits of the universe. The angels began to profit as Ijin was hit with the loss of his subordinates, and restrained to the confines of planet X.
Ijin began to be driven to madness by his losses. He grabbed the Tanti gem from the center of the planet that maintained the barriers of the other two worlds, immediately countered by Siasma grabbing it at the same time.
At that moment what they would have to announce as their son emerged. The creature was half demon and half angel, something the legends had warned should never be. A splash of their DNA speed launched through the Tanti gem’s power. The legends warned that they should never have a child. Such a being would obliterate the safety mechanisms in place as the galaxy knew it. Not only were they tasked to raise this creature of their own making, but they both loathed and feared him. They named him Carris.
As time passed, Ijin faced many hallucinations and reminders of the subordinates he had lost. He tapped into the Hell-light of his home world, the smog that could eliminate all life. He meditated upon it to get revenge on the angels as Siasma enjoyed what she had left of the throne. Carris was positioned as their warrior defense against any uprising, and became known as the Reaper. Never once was it in their mind to protect what, albeit in an unnatural way, should have been considered their son. It was only in their minds to have their son take the fall for their decisions.
Ijin knew he did not have much time left as the Hell-light swallowed the planet of angels and all on it. He would either manage it or go down with it. In a view from space, the deep, gaping puncture loomed like a dark hand closing over the aqua yellow ball, devouring Cyber.
Ijin turned around and paused, his jaw bone creaking as his environment became silent. He had hoped the Hell-light would have taken down the Reaper, taken Carris down. He was wrong. Carris planted his eyes upon Ijin with the intensity of a heat seeking missile. “Start running” the boy said.