After his declaration, Asher turned to a select group of individuals.Then, his deep voice—imbued with divinity, yet laced with a gentle affection—resounded:
"My children: Aaron, Silvia, Mannheim, Narun, and Karat. I bestow upon you the title of Archangel. You shall be the first five angels to oversee my divine realm and lead the others. You are also granted access to my palace."
Next, Asher appointed all souls who had been devout believers during their lifetimes and had spread his name as angels.Not only these, but even other souls would be given a chance to become angels—should they prove themselves as faithful followers and uphold their belief.
Following their ascension, as if on cue, the chosen angels and archangels began to grow radiant white-feathered wings, and holy power flooded their forms. This granted them permanent physical bodies, unlike ordinary souls who resembled ghosts. These bodies allowed them to exist even outside the heavenly realm.
While ordinary angels grew a single pair of wings, the archangels received two pairs—four wings in total—marking their elevated status.
The angels were assigned the task of guiding the souls of the deceased from mortal worlds, and when required, to carry out missions from their God.
Once he had finished establishing and organizing the heavens, Asher moved on to the next matter.Having now created a paradise, it was time to construct a hell—a realm for sinners and the wicked of his worlds.
Asher already had a clear idea for this separate space.He wanted to forge a place not only fitting for sinners, but one that would train future warriors to battle the beings and armies of other galaxies.
The Endless War Hell.That was the name Asher chose for his infernal domain, and it perfectly suited the concept he envisioned.
It was also one of the many pre-designed options available in the World Shop.Though Asher chose this template, he still made a few alterations to better match his intentions.
Those summoned to the Endless War Hell, regardless of their former race, would transform into demons upon arrival and be plunged into an eternal conflict.
The concept was simple: they would fight again and again, endlessly.They could not die—each time they were defeated, they would be reborn in the same hellish world.
The principle behind this inferno was harsh: the strong must dominate the weak and reign supreme.The weak had no value and would be forced to struggle for survival. Even in rebirth, they would feel pain and despair, destined to fight ceaselessly.
But Asher wasn't finished yet.
Unlike Heaven, Hell would have native inhabitants—demons that were not once mortal souls, but born there.These native demons would be called "True Demons".
They would be born in the Endless War Hell and possess demonic energy from birth—the counterpart to the holy power of angels.
The demons of this realm were categorized into seven ranks:
Lesser Demon
Intermediate Demon
High Demon
Baron
Count
Duke
Prince
Demon King
However, there was one rank above all others—an exclusive tier that made its holders godlike among demons.Asher himself added this new rank to the system:
"Demon King of the Seven Deadly Sins"
There were only seven slots for this rank, modeled after the Seven Deadly Sins. Only the first seven demons to reach that level of power would be able to claim it.
Once Asher purchased the hell realm from the shop, transferred it to a new, independent dimension, and modified it to his liking—it was complete.
Unlike with the creation of Heaven, this time there was no grand spectacle.
"Alright. Time to check on Hell. Let's see if the purchase was worth it."
With that, Asher set out to inspect the Endless War Hell and vanished from sight.
When he reappeared, he stood atop a bleak mountain.From there, he gazed out upon a desolate, dry, nearly apocalyptic landscape.The sky was a dull red, shrouded in black clouds, with no sun or moon in sight.Jagged mountains, erupting volcanoes, lakes of lava, frozen glaciers, and countless danger zones dotted the horizon.
"Hmm, something's missing."
At this realization, Asher snapped his fingers. A light surrounded his body.
When the light faded, his appearance had completely changed.He had transformed into a demon.
His skin was dark red, his eyes now blood-colored. His hair turned pitch black, cascading down his back in a wild mane.From his back sprouted two large, grey-black wings. Horns protruded from his skull like a crown.
But this transformation wasn't just cosmetic—he had truly become a demon.
As a Creator God, Asher no longer belonged to any single species. He could shift forms at will.Still, having been born human, he preferred that shape most of the time.
But in a world ruled by demons, his human form felt out of place—so he changed, partly out of curiosity.
As his demonic gaze swept across the hellish landscape, he spotted a small dark temple at the base of the mountain. It resembled an open pavilion.In front of it stood a violet portal—the gateway through which the souls of the mortal world were cast into hell.
One by one, souls emerged into the world of the damned and assumed their new demonic forms.
These transformed souls had red skin, black horns, and either wings or whip-like tails.
Although the hell realm had just been created, it already held nearly twice as many souls as Heaven.Chaos erupted quickly.
All across the swelling crowd of monstrous demons, fights broke out without cause.
"Take this, you bastard!""Screw you! I'll kill you!"
Among the thousands of souls milling around the portal to hell, pockets of violence erupted.
The freshly transformed demons, now in physical forms, gave in to their demonic nature.
In one particular spot, two demons exchanged blows—surrounded by a circle of spectators enjoying the show.
But suddenly, the crowd fell silent and parted.
A figure, over three meters tall, stepped forward.
One of the fighting demons bumped into him.
Ready to lash out, the man looked up—and froze in fear.
The towering figure had long, tusk-like fangs, ashen-grey skin, flaming red hair, two sharp horns, and four massive arms adorned with golden rings.
There was no mistaking it—this was a predator.
A True Demon.
Unlike the freshly arrived souls, this being had full control over his powers and an innate understanding of his demonic strength.
Without emotion, the True Demon seized both combatants by their heads and lifted them into the air.
A chilling grin crept across his face.
Then—crack!With terrifying strength, he crushed both skulls in his hands like ripe fruit.
"Bahahaha~!"
He burst into wild laughter, drunk on the thrill of slaughter.
With outstretched arms, he turned to the crowd and roared:
"Come at me, you maggots! I, Yaksha, will crush you flies and become the greatest demon of all time! Hahaha!"
Yaksha declared war on everyone.
Without waiting for a reply, he lunged into the crowd and began a brutal massacre, smashing skulls, tearing bodies apart.
Meanwhile, more True Demons began to appear, and battles erupted all over hell.
"Hey, you—you look strong. Fight me!"
While Asher stood calmly on the mountainside, observing the chaos below, a serious voice addressed him from behind.
He had sensed the approach of this demon long ago, yet the stranger hadn't attacked.
Intrigued, Asher turned around, hands folded behind his back, and looked curiously at his challenger.
This demon, unlike the powerful Yaksha, was tall but lanky, with long limbs, a strong tail, and a third eye on his forehead.
"Hmm?"
After eyeing him for a moment, Asher extended one hand—and a glowing golden halberd appeared.
With a grin full of anticipation, he answered:"Sure. Come at me."
But instead of attacking recklessly, the demon gave a respectful nod and introduced himself:
"Hmph. My name is Kyros. Remember it—I will become a great and mighty demon!"
Then he charged.
His long legs propelled him at blinding speed.In a flash, Kyros appeared behind Asher, dual swords in hand, and slashed at his neck.
But before the blades could connect, a massive force struck him—sending him flying like a ragdoll.
He hadn't even seen Asher's fist move.
A dozen meters away, Kyros landed and quickly scanned the area.
Too late.
Asher had vanished—and when Kyros turned, he was there, swinging his halberd.
He barely raised his blades in time. A deafening clang rang out as he was flung once more, a gash opening across his chest.
Yet even then, Kyros rose—defiant, proud.
Two new swords materialized in his hands—constructs of his demonic energy.
He charged again, undeterred by the gap in their strength.
Hah! What an interesting guy… maybe I should hold back a little and see what he can really do...Asher grinned at the determined look on his opponent's face.