[Prologue: Ruvan is telling Ryn the past how he became a demon. Where Ruvan and Sam decided to go to the Mount Hiroshi where mystery lies. They made a tent and stayed there for investigation. It became 7 PM. The devil Hour. And now continue....]
The wind howled outside the tent. Darkness swallowed the mountain, and something… unnatural stirred.
Ruvan and Sam stayed crouched, hearts pounding. The camera outside captured nothing—but they could feel it. Two voices rose in the night. At first, casual conversation… then shouting… then a violent fight.
And then—
BOOM.
Silence. The boys stared at the monitor, confused. Nothing appeared. Only the wind.
Suddenly, a violent gust ripped through the camp.
WHOOOSH!
The tent soared into the air like paper. Ruvan screamed, tumbling to the ground. Sam tried to steady himself, but the chaos left them both shaking.
Then—
A hand. On Ruvan's shoulder.
He jumped, fear electrifying every nerve, and fell again. A man stood behind him, laughing. Sam reacted instantly, holding holy water like a weapon, splashing it at the figure.
"Ah… cold water. Nice," the man said casually, wiping his face.
Sam narrowed his eyes.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
The man's smile vanished. His gaze hardened.
"It's not paranormal," he said. "It's the selection. The selection of the next demon… the offspring of a new generation."
Sam's voice trembled with disbelief.
"Are you insane? Killing humans is a selection? Who even are you?"
"My name is Daisuke Ikari," the man replied. "And the selection is something humans will never understand."
A deep, ancient chant escaped his lips. Sam's eyes widened.
"RUVAN, RUN! HE'S NOT HUMAN!"
They bolted—but Daisuke was faster. In seconds, he appeared behind Sam, placing a hand on his chest. With terrifying force, he pulled out Sam's heart.
Sam collapsed. No blood. No wound. Lifeless.
Ruvan's scream tore through the night.
"Sam! No… no… this can't be happening!"
Daisuke's lips curled with disgust.
"Another one… not worthy."
Ruvan's rage exploded. He punched Daisuke—and landed a hit. Shock flashed across Daisuke's face.
"…How can you punch me?"
The mountain trembled violently. The ground cracked beneath them. Daisuke's form began to shift, growing monstrous.
His skin became pitch black, like molten stone. Red cracks glowed across his chest and arms. Eyes blazed gold with no pupils. Two curved horns erupted from his skull, faintly glowing at the tips. Black smoke poured from his back, twisting like shadowed wings. His fangs glinted, each breath crackling like fire against steel.
Ruvan froze. Terror rooted him in place.
Daisuke lunged, grabbing Ruvan, ripping out his heart—and forcing it back into his mouth. In an instant, Ruvan was sliced in half.
"Let's see if you're actually worthy," Daisuke said coldly.
Ruvan's halves lay on the ground. Silence stretched.
Minutes passed. Daisuke, losing patience, scoffed.
"Hmph… another failure."
He turned to leave.
But a voice stopped him.
"Wait."
Daisuke spun around.
Ruvan stood. Whole. Alive. Breathing.
Shock and joy lit Daisuke's face.
"A miracle… finally I found one! You—Ruvan—you are a demon from now on! You are—"
Before he could finish, Ruvan vanished like lightning, reappearing before Daisuke. A single, devastating punch connected to Daisuke's jaw.
The demon god flew high into the sky, crashing to the ground. Silence fell.
Ruvan stood, still and glowing. His eyes burned with power, his aura radiating dominance. The era of Daisuke had ended. The mountain trembled no more.
Ruvan's rise had begun.