Pandemonium.
Ruin.
Imagine your world, every corner of it, be meticulous, do not overlook anything, your shelter, your family, nature, everything; now imagine that in that world the sky is always red and the clouds even redder, imagine that everything around you smells of blood, because those red clouds were formed with the blood of millions of beings. In that world the sound that abounds are the screams, screams of victims and prey, which suffer to be subjected to the most horrible acts that you can imagine, and those screams come from everywhere. What acts are horrible? Imagine it and you would have to consider what you thought as a thousandth part of what horrible acts can mean. From that escaped you, whom I will call lesser demons, because you are nowhere near being a true demon. For the most part the screams came from the lesser demons, who were the victims, prey or playthings of powerful beings whose appearances were for the most part abhorrent and indescribable, and it was just as well, because those beings were so powerful that just by imagining them they could be summoned and drag you down to the worst possible end. That was why these beings were called the "unnamable ones".Those beings indirectly provoked that all the lesser beings that possessed reason self-injured themselves every day, because that was the best escape they had found to not think about any characteristic of that which could be invoked at the slightest thought, you will wonder why they did not choose death, it is simple, despite how devastating and discouraging everything was, they loved life and had the hope that everything would change, they were pathetic that only hoped for something, that is why they suffered, later you will understand everything.
Now you may ask yourself, who were the unnamable ones? That question is allowed, what is forbidden, and should be punishable by death, is to find out what they were like, there should not be a trace of them in your minds, you never know if any of them still exist, because if so, ancient times will return, and you can only pray, so that a god will hear your prayers, if you ignore them, what I narrated you will live it in the flesh. Even so it is necessary to know the nameless ones so that you can get an idea of what a true demon was.
Now, here is the answer, the unnamable ones were children of ancient beings, beings that possessed a transcendental power. To give you an idea, their power was such that if there was a mountain, with a glance it could disappear, if there was a mountain range, with a sigh it would turn to dust, and if they were bored of the world with a snap they would turn the world to dust.
Those ancient beings in their whims, mated with beings of different races just for fun to see what kind of children they could have, then out of curiosity they released their children, as they wanted to know how powerful they were, and those children were the unnamable ones. Perhaps not all were so despicable, there were some who tried to confront their parents and only became food for their brothers, and the creations of the ancients.
Yes, the creations of the ancients, were other beings born from the leisure of the ancient beings who wanted to know what could be more powerful, a being born from them or a being created by them. The creations of the ancients were beings created from the parts of different beings that the ancients considered powerful, that is why most of the creations were horrible chimeras that hated their own existence and the world, so they destroyed and tortured everything they found.
In the end there were very few creations of the ancients, which I will call chimeras, that confronted the nameless ones, because they felt more pleasure in making weak and easy to trample beings suffer; after that the ancients did not interfere any more leaving the world to their children and their creations.
What I have written above is a conclusion I made after listening to the stories of some survivors of that time.
The ruin, as the period in which I lived was called, was the epoch that succeeded the ancient times.
I was born from the womb of a mother partially devoured by a chimera, she in her last moments transferred her demonic energy and her knowledge to me with the hope that her son would live, and the chimera had no compassion, she left me alive on a whim and to mock the futility of my mother's act, I could discover that through the knowledge that my mother transferred to me. My mother had the hope that I would live, and my destiny allowed it by putting in my way a saint, a beautiful being, more beautiful than anything you can imagine, that being was passing by in his open carriage, white and gold with imposing white horses, the hair of that being was like a golden sun as well as the iris of his eyes, his body was slender and somewhat athletic, his fine features overflowed with confidence, his skin was white and pure like nothing else in the world, his clothes were golden with white and he wore countless jewels that unnecessarily adorned his beauty, that was how he described to me the moment in which he saved me. And yet I will say that his words did not do justice to his superior appearance, yes, if there were unmentionables, he should have been called a Superior, but everyone knew him as "Lucifer of Pride, who was my teacher and only family.
[Warning: (Demonic energy: 1.1/39.1)]
[Warning: demonic object capable of absorbing demonic energy].
Mart had to stop, he felt the lack of demonic energy, and his body felt heavier. The moment Mart closed the book, the loss of demonic energy stopped.