Dean!
Dean!!
DEAN!!!
Dean's eyes swung wide open, his body jolted out of shock as he breathed heavily with beads of sweats streaming down his body. He looked around, trying to get his bearings. When he was less discombobulated, he sighed out of relief.
He was still in the same bedroom that he had been sleeping in for the past seventeen years, still the same old wallpapers, and the ever growing feeling of uneasiness.
"Dean!!!" A voice yelled from outside the room.
The voice sounded feminine, similar to a mother about to scold her child for their wrong doing, but something about this voice sounded different. It sounded almost like the voice was ashamed of shouting his name, like she was embarrassed of his very existence.
Dean stood up from his bed and rushed down towards the living room where he saw his mother and his younger brother waiting for him with an angry gaze.
Dean's mother upon seeing him, walked towards him with a swift motion. When she was in a close enough range, she lifted her hand upwards, taking it as far back as she possibly could.
Dean was still feeling a bit drowsy, so he didn't really pay attention to the brewing smack that his mother was about to unleash on him. What caught his attention was the state of his mother's arm when he lifted it up.
Within a few seconds, Dean's mother's arm began to glow a deep crimson glow. The glow around her arm pulsated with power, and before Dean could swerve to the side, her arm fell directly on his face.
His mother's arm made contact with his face, and upon impact, a small visible shockwave could be seen spreading forth from the point of contact. A deafening sound reverberated across the living room, and Dean was sent flying towards the other end of the room.
His body hit the hard concrete wall, he felt his bones straining, pain shooting from every section of his body. Dean grunted in pain, rolling about on the ground. Dean closed his eyes as he tried to concentrate on something amidst the excruciating pain he felt.
A red glow began to envelope Dean's body. The glow was seemingly less thick than his mother's, it seemed almost pink in color. The glow shrouded Dean's body, and almost instantly, he could feel a wave of relief washing over his being. The shooting pain that he felt quickly vanished, almost like it didn't exist to begin with.
"Look at you," his mother said, "look how pathetic you are. You can't even heal your body half as fast as your brother heals his."
Dean's younger brother, Erik, walked up to him with a smug look on his face, "you can't be wasting your energy on a worthless wimp, mother. Let's just head over to the park already, I can't stand his presence."
Dean's mother kissed her teeth in disgust. She took her purse from the couch, and along with Erik, they headed towards the door.
Before finally leaving the house, his mother turned towards him, "Do the dishes, and I definitely do not want to see any spec of dust on the tiles."
Then she shut the door behind her.
Dean laid on the floor with a painful smile on his face. He was used to it, the constant torture, bully, and embarrassment from everyone around him. Even his own younger brother looked down on him due to his demonic stage.
The world had evolved with civilization reaching its peak. The demons that resided in the red space of the demonic realm also grew stronger as time went on. They had a common enemy: the celestials.
And due to the constant conflict between them, the demons were left with no choice but to cultivate their energies, evolving beyond what they thought was possible. This evolution reached a milestone, and the demons brought up a system of ranking, a way to rank one based on their strength, power, and energy level.
This was called the demonic ranking.
A beta ranked demon
An alpha ranked demon
An S ranked demon
An SS ranked demon
An SSS ranked demon.
A beta ranked demon was the weakest of all demons, with the SSS ranked demon being the strongest. The SSS ranked demons were said to be the strongest beings ever known to the red space. They were powerful enough to bend planets to their will, reshape the construction of constellations, and control any form of energy known to the red space.
Dean's peers and colleagues were already at the alpha rank, being capable of harnessing large amounts of demonic energy, but Dean was quite unfortunate.
He didn't have a rank.
When he applied for the ranking test, it was deduced that he was too weak to be worthy of a proper rank, making him a rare case of uselessness and the definition of an utterly pathetic being.
Dean had tried every single day of his life to become someone better. He trained hard, pushing himself to the absolute limit. But it all proved futile.
Dean was tired of fighting. He was tired of training and pushing, he already knew that there was nothing left for him in this world… or the next.
"Fuck it, I'm not doing any goddamn dish," Dean said in an annoyed tone.
He went up to his room, freshened up, and left his house uncared for.
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Dean walked with wobbly steps, dragging his feet across the sand beneath him. He walked without any clear direction, only heading wherever his legs brought him to. His eyes looked dead, like he had lost the will to live and survive.
Dean walked till he found himself in the middle of nowhere. He looked around, attempting to take note of his current location. But instead of feeling worried like a normal person should do if they got lost, Dean smiled, a single drop of tear left his eye, and he continued his walk.
He took several turns, heading into different sections of what seemed like a deserted land. He proceeded to take his usual turns when he noticed something before him, something that he failed to register earlier on.
Dean stared deeply at the flooring before him, he could see the texture of the soil emitting a white glow. He looked all around him, and he could tell that a significant surface area had soils that glowed with a white hue.
"What is this?" Dean asked himself.
He stared intently at the ground, but aside from the unusual glow of white beams, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Dean proceeded to bend on his knees. He stretched out his hand towards the soil, hoping to inspect it with a closer look. The instant Dean's finger tips made contact with the sand, his expression changed suddenly.
The entire area around him lit up, the white glow around him worsened, and the entire arena was covered in beams of white, raging energy. The white energy seemed pure and explosive, almost reacting negativity to its surroundings. Upon making contact with Dean's skin, he could feel a sharp sting on every layer of his body.
Dean was startled at this sudden change, he felt the blinding energy trapping him, his body movement felt restricted, the air in his lungs sucked out.
Dean tried to understand why a white energy would appear out of nowhere. The planet he currently resided on was in the red space. The only form of energy that was supposed to exist there was the demonic energy, and it definitely wasn't white in color… until it finally clicked on him.
Right from young, his schools had always brought up the topic of a threat that existed in their universe. They always hinted that the celestials were a constant threat to their very existence, but one thing stood out of everything that Dean knew about them.
It was their energy. The celestials were said to possess an energy that emitted a white hue.
Dean froze at this realization, he felt a cold sensation run down his spine. Before he could try to fight the energy, or escape its embrace, Dean felt an overwhelming wave of weakness hit him. He felt his consciousness slipping away, and his body becoming limp.
The next second, he collapsed, and everything went dark.