The elite messengers of the Vincent clan were a unique group, dedicated to delivering messages and information to the Vincetti. They had formed a vast message network that spanned the world, and their efficiency was unmatched. Their ability to track down Vincetti, even in the most remote and isolated places, was a skill that had been passed down through generations of elite messengers.

One day, an elite messenger named Darian was on a mission to deliver an urgent message to a group of Vincetti who were on a journey. As he rode his horse, he could sense that the message was important, and he was determined to deliver it as quickly as possible. He had a strong connection to the Vincetti and felt a sense of duty to ensure that they received the message in a timely manner.

Darian's journey was long and treacherous, but his determination never wavered. He encountered various obstacles along the way, but his horse was swift, and his skills were sharp. Eventually, he caught sight of the group of Vincetti in the distance, and he rode over to deliver the message.

On the first day, The four new Vincetti, Gabriel, Chloe, Leopold, and Reagan, set out towards Kearon's main clan village. As the students trudged down the dirt path, their feet felt heavy with exhaustion from the journey. They had to keep in pace with their new teacher, Kearon, though he walked so fast

In a brisk jog, Gabriel asked the group,  "So, what do you think of him?" breaking the silence.

"I don't know," Chloe replied. "He seems kind of strange to me."

Leopold chimed in, "Yeah, I mean, he healed us when we were in critical condition."

"But how did he heal us so quickly?" Gabriel asked. "We were near death, and then next thing we know, we're up and walking. It doesn't make any sense."

"And why does he always wear that red hood?" Reagon added. "It's kind of unusual. The silk looks so expensive."

Kearon nodded, understanding the curiosity, but he just shrugged.

Leopold ran to Keaons side. “Could you tell us anything about yourself?

“I can tell you how I healed your wounds.” Kearon reached into his pocket. He pulled out a tiny demon, no larger than a small bird. It was a deer with fur as dark as night, long twisted horns, wings, and a cute face.

The students stared in amazement at the tiny demon.

"How did you heal us, then?" Chloe asked.

Kearon began to explain. "I made a pact with it when it was close to death, and so we became one. Now I can perform heavenly miracles, though I can't bring back the dead. This is why I couldn’t help the others."

The students listened intently, fascinated by Kearon's words. Gabriel was the first to speak up. "But why do you wear that red hood?"

“That is a story for later,” Kearon said. "But enough about me, let's focus on the journey."

The group fell silent once again, each lost in their own thoughts about Kearon's words. They were filled with a mixture of wonder and unease as they wondered what else their new teacher was capable of.

Kearon led the way, and the students followed, eager to learn more about their new teacher and the world they were now a part of. The journey was long, but they pushed on till night when they rested.

The second day of their journey started, and the third day followed suit. On this day, the group wakes up to the sound of a horse's hooves galloping down the road toward them. They get dressed to find a messenger delivering an urgent message. The message explains that a group of demons have been causing chaos below a mountain, just 2 days west of their location, destroying crops and killing farm animals. The villagers are in need of help and are pleading for the Vincetti to intervene.

As they read the message, they realize that this is a crucial mission and they must act fast. Kearon was given another piece of information that he kept to himself. The no 12. Hubble Constant demon, known to be one of the most powerful demons, has risen from hibernation and is on the march. This information adds to the urgency of their mission and makes it even more critical.

Despite the dangerous situation, the group ventures forth toward the new mission, determined to help the villagers and protect them from the demons. They gather their supplies and gear, and set off on their journey. With each step, they are more determined to defeat the demons.

The No.12 demon, Cosmos, awakens from its century-long slumber. It stretches its limbs and flexes its powerful muscles as it takes in its surroundings. The demon is not like any other, with the ability to manipulate the universe at will. It is a force to be reckoned with, a terror to those who cross its path.

It was a hot and humid day in the underworld when Cosmos finally stirred from his slumber. He stood up and looked around, feeling his strength still weakened from the battle that put him in this state.

Hundreds of three-scarred demons approached him cautiously. They bow down before the No.12, offering their bodies as sustenance for the powerful demon, for they had been waiting for him to awaken, and they're now offering themselves as nourishment to help him regain his strength. He smiled at their devotion and lunged forward, devouring them with a single bite. He savored their essence, feeling his power grow with each passing moment.

He let out a deep sigh, feeling fully rejuvenated. He then called forth his four generals, creatures that were on the cusp of becoming four-scarred demons for the past 600 years. With its newfound strength, Cosmos begins to make plans with its four trusted generals who are eager to serve their lord, Cosmos. 

"My Generals," Cosmos began, his voice echoing in the caverns, its voice deep and menacing. "It's time for us to take our place as the rulers of this world. For the century of imprisonment I have endured. We must destroy the vincent clan."

"Yes, my Lord," the four demons replied in unison.

"We'll begin by attacking one of their villages," Cosmos continued. "I want to see the fear in their eyes and make them feel the true power of the demons."

four generals nodded, their eyes glowing with excitement.

The first general speaks up, "My lord, what is your plan of attack? And do you think that the one who trapped you here is still alive?"

“No, I think not, my beloved general. It has been a century, for a human’s life is not like ours.” Cosmos said.

"Yes, my lord, you are correct. I apologize for asking such a foolish question," the general stated respectfully. 

"No matter," Cosmos replied. "My plan is simple. We will attack the village, one by one. We'll cause destruction and chaos, making them realize that the Vincetti are not as strong as they once were. We'll show them the true power of demons and let the world know that the time of demons has come."

The four generals nodded, eager to carry out their lord's orders. And so, they set out to carry out their mission, ready to conquer and destroy the Vincetti and take their place as the rulers of the world. The four generals will also show the other 12 high demons then Cosmos is worthy of the title of the demon lord. The war between the demons and the Vincetti has begun, and the outcome will determine the fate of the world.

"The first village we'll attack will be the weakest one," Cosmos said. "I want to test their strength and see just how much we have to fear from these so-called protectors of the human world."

The second general spoke up, "My lord, it would be wise to gather information about the Vincetti before we attack. We must know their strengths and weaknesses in order to defeat them."

"Yes, a wise suggestion," Cosmos agreed. "We'll send scouts to gather information about their abilities and numbers. In the meantime, we'll prepare for the upcoming battle."

For the next few weeks, Cosmos and his four generals grew their army. Meanwhile, their scouts were gathering information about the Vincetti, and they discovered that they were more powerful than they had previously thought.