Reality groaned.
Like rusted chains being torn apart in a void that was never meant to bend.
The Arch-Demon drifted through the skies of Earth, his form flickering between planes. He no longer walked he simply was, unshackled by gravity, logic, or the constraints of the known universe. Buildings didn't burn as he passed they unwrote, turning into scrambled chunks of existence, collapsing into pixelated shadows or vanishing in stutters of glitching time.
Every movement he made left ripples across dimensions. The sky cracked open literally rivers of colorless flame leaking from the fractures.
The atmosphere screamed.
Then came Mars.
Military satellites captured the event in silent horror.
In a single gesture, the Arch-Demon looked up into space. His six glowing eyes locked on the red planet. A flex of Will, of fragmented fury, surged outward.
And in that moment...
Mars shattered.
Not exploded shattered.
Like fragile glass against a titan's fist.
Chunks of red rock, once home to hidden research bases and off-world supply routes, fell like meteor storms across the void. Thousands died in orbit. Silent outposts lost to vacuum and fire.
But it wasn't the destruction that terrified Earth's war rooms it was what came next.
From the shattered core of Mars, something began to stir.
Something older than time.
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SOURCE: HELL'S GATE
FILE UNSEALED: [REVELATION PROTOCOL - OMEGA]
STATUS: "IT HAS AWAKENED"
The explosion of Mars acted as a cosmic seal-breaker.
Out of the fragments rose a shape a being wrapped in ancient chains made of logic and anti light. Its form pulsed like a star, but moved with the cold precision of death. The Arch-Demon paused for the first time, his massive wings folding in.
And he turned.
It was drawn to him.
And he, to it.
What emerged had no name in current language, no record in archives. Only one phrase survived in ancient ruin scripts:
"The First Will,
The Unmaker.
He who was locked in the red prison."
It had awoken because of the Arch-Demon's distortion. A being made from the pure Will of early creation before life, before death. It had no emotion, no morality. Just purpose.
To erase.
To destroy what tampered with the fabric of existence.
The skies above Earth blackened as the creature began its descent.
The Arch-Demon laughed.
For the first time since his transformation, his mind whispered with echoes of the person he once was.
"I've unsealed a god... let's see which of us deserves to remain."
The collision would not be a battle.
It would be an extinction-level paradox.
And Earth had no choice but to watch... and pray.