"The Vatican announces that it will soon revise biblical literature on demons…"
"Remove all films and television works in which demons are portrayed as villains…"
"Good McWood has announced that he will film a series of new movies about demons, This Demon Isn't Too Cold, The Devil's Redemption and When the Devil Comes Knocking…"
The news spread across the world.
People woke up.
As if they had traveled to another world.
Yesterday they were still shouting, warring, and killing in a world that did not share the sky with demons.
And then everything flipped to the opposite extreme.
The most surprised of all were the demons themselves who had accidentally strayed onto Earth.
They were all terrified.
Frightened.
They did not dare to harm humans.
They were afraid it would enrage the one who now ruled.
In despair, those lower demons had to hide from humans, crawling into wilderness, forests, and even sewers.
But now…
"Wow!"
"There's a demon here! Quick, take a picture!"
"What are you taking pictures for, the poor thing ended up on Earth. Look at him, he's so pitiful…"
"Yeah, we should send him home."
Cindy, a low-level demon, was hiding in the sewers.
He was shocked when he saw several humans who had found him.
Although he was one of the weakest in Limbo, he never thought humans would look at him like this… like something pitiful and powerless.
"Riiiiiik!" Cindy roared, trying to scare them.
At first, a few young men did freeze.
But then…
"This is too good!"
"Did you catch him in the picture?"
"When we take him to the immigration office, it'll be a real sensation!"
Listening to their conversation, Cindy just blinked in confusion.
"You're a demon from Limbo, aren't you? Come with me, I'll take you to a stable dimensional passage."
Soon local officials arrived.
They pulled the confused Cindy out of the sewers and took him away.
A similar scene was unfolding all over the world.
Demons who had unexpectedly found themselves on Earth were being discovered one after another, then sent toward stable space passages so they could return to Limbo.
"Hey, I have to say, humans are still strange."
"Yeah, they take pictures with me as if I'm some kind of attraction."
"In the future I will never again trade in human souls. Without buying and selling, there will be no harm…"
"Yes, from now on I'll only collect animal souls."
Demons who returned to Limbo spoke of these strange experiences to their comrades in Hell.
But soon they heard the real truth.
"You didn't return alive because humanity is benevolent, but thanks to Lord Satan…"
"He sent that ship of the undead to Earth."
"…"
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Meanwhile.
The pale ship Naglfar hovered above the White House in Washington, the capital of the United States of America.
The surrounding air was bound by frost, and the sky was covered with thick feathers and snow.
The biting cold pierced to the bone, forcing the elite gathered inside the White House to shiver, their teeth chattering, but no one dared to complain.
"I really am not a bad person."
"Since childhood I was taught to study diligently, to improve myself every day, and to be a good person."
"You can't treat me as a villain and scoundrel just because I'm the king of demons from Hell and bear a false name."
"Isn't that right?"
Aron was sitting in the seat meant for the allied leader. From the table he picked up a cigar and lazily raised it.
"Yes, yes, of course you're not a bad person."
"The true villain we investigated is clearly Thaddeus Ross."
Seeing that Aron picked up a cigar, the current federal leader immediately pulled out a lighter. His sycophantic gaze burned as he offered it to Aron.
"Don't worry, that villain will get the punishment he deserves."
"He is already dead."
Aron took a puff of the cigar and nearly choked. He immediately threw it aside.
"Eh…"
"His death will not be in vain."
"We will not tolerate those who, through their actions, destroy the relationship between our communities."
Aron indifferently listened to the hollow words of these elites who so easily shed their own responsibility.
He only nodded, without real attention.
In essence, Aron despised such hypocrites.
Compared to them, General Ross even seemed more sincere to him.
Yes, Ross had buried tens of thousands of soldiers because of his selfish ambitions. But at least he had courage, at least his greed was open.
"So be it. I'm too tired to listen to your nonsense."
"Remember, don't disturb me in the future."
Aron waved his hand, and in the same moment his figure vanished from the room.
"…"
"…"
"Is he… gone?"
"Yes."
"Even that huge ship disappeared from the sky."
When they were sure that Naglfar had disappeared, the elites in the White House finally breathed a sigh of relief.
One by one, as if they had just survived passing through the gates of death, they collapsed to the ground.
Their foreheads were drenched in cold sweat.
"Notify everyone, no one must provoke him in the future."
The federal commander said this through trembling, then himself collapsed into his chair, exhausted.
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However, while Aron spread terror before the whole world, within himself he felt a slight unease.
"Young man, have you forgotten the purpose of Kamar-Taj?"
"Its duty is to be the guardian!"
"To prevent the forces of other dimensions from attacking Earth!"
One of the Ancient One's astral projections appeared before Aron.
At that time she was teaching Stephen Strange the basics of magic in Kamar-Taj, but had clearly separated herself to warn him personally.
"It turns out you've proven to be good…"
"Reverse guarding of Earth, huh?" The Ancient One spoke coldly, expressing displeasure at his large-scale invasion.
"Hm…"
"Ancient One, is there a possibility that Limbo has already merged with the main world?"
"If that is the case, then it can no longer be considered another dimension." Aron casually touched his nose and argued coolly.
"You…"
The Ancient One paused for a moment.
Because, as much as she hated to admit it, what Aron said made sense.
"This time I will forget."
"But next time you must not act so impulsively."
To preserve her own authority, she gave the example of Asgard.
"Asgard is also not considered another dimension."
"But if Odin ever dares to attack Earth, believe me, I would stop him."
"…"
"Yes, yes, you're right, you are magnificent."
Aron's expression was mockingly calm, almost as if he were joking.
The Ancient One knew deep down that she had again come in vain.
Nine times out of ten, Aron did not take her words seriously.
"You!"
The Ancient One's astral projection flickered angrily and vanished from the place.
On the other side, in Kamar-Taj.
On the great training square, the real Ancient One opened her eyes.
In the distance she saw Strange still repeatedly drawing circles in the air, trying to master basic teleportation magic.
He had spent the whole afternoon without any progress, which made her even angrier.
"Mordo, let's throw him on Mount Everest."
"When he manages to learn teleportation, let him come back on his own."
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