In the cold abyss of the tenth hell, a celestial confrontation unfolded. Before me stood an angel, her luminous wings stretching like an aurora, and in her hands, a sword emitting the blinding power of light. But she was different. There was an indifference in her eyes, an unsettling determination to extinguish the spark of a mere five-year-old.

Azil (thoughts): "Mom, Dad, teach me something..."

In the midst of this celestial dance, a fragment of my parents' teachings surfaced in my mind. A whisper that echoed through the corridors of my memory, urging me to wield my demonic energy to enhance speed and power.

Azil: (gritting my teeth) "I've got to remember..."

I enshrouded my legs with demonic energy, unleashing a surge of newfound power. A leap backward, propelled not just by fear but by an understanding that demonic energy held the key to survival.

Azil (thoughts): "More demonic energy means more speed and power..."

I sprinted towards the stairs leading to the ninth hell, each step resonating with an untapped reservoir of demonic might. But the relentless angel, devoid of mercy, closed the distance effortlessly.

Azil (panting): "Mom, Dad, help me!"

A swing of her celestial sword aimed to cut me down. Instinctively, I infused more demonic energy into my feet, a desperate attempt to outrun an imminent demise.

Yet, something peculiar occurred. It wasn't just speed; it felt like an uncharted source of boundless energy surged within me.

Azil (breathing heavily): "Unlimited energy... demonic energy."

The chase led me to an unforeseen encounter—a woman of ethereal beauty, her wings stretching wider than any angel I had encountered.

Azil (whispered): "Who...?"

She commanded the angelic host to apprehend me, raising her sword with a grace that betrayed her deadly intent. I stood frozen, caught between the pursuit and the impending threat.

Azil (whispered): "Mom, Dad, why..."

The ruler of all heavens, Seraphina, focused her attention on me, shock and fury etched across her divine features. The dominance scar on my face and body seemed to provoke a rage unlike any other.

Seraphina (angry): "An unholy spawn with the mark of dominance! You defy our purity!"

As her sword descended towards my neck, an unseen force halted her. Something within me resisted her divine authority, leaving her bewildered.

Seraphina (startled): "What treachery is this?"

In that charged moment, my father, Elyndor, arrived—an aura of ancient wisdom and quiet strength surrounding him.

Elyndor: "Greetings, Seraphina. What brings the Ruler of All Heavens to this forsaken realm?"

Seraphina: (disregarding him) "This creature defiles our sanctity. A demonic spawn marked by dominance."

Her gaze returned to me, a mix of shock and fury. As their exchange unfolded, I felt a surge of hope. Perhaps my father, with his wings that carried the weight of ancient knowledge, could unveil the truth behind the chaos that had consumed my world.