In the fleeting echoes of my earliest memories, I could only recall the radiant smile of my mother and the wisdom etched into the face of my father. Time flowed inexorably, and as the years unveiled the secrets of speech, walking, and running, my parents embarked on teaching me the arcane arts of demons—manifesting aura, harnessing demonic energy, and weaving the fabric of demonic arts. In the throes of childhood, these lessons seemed futile, juxtaposed against the laughter of other children playing. Little did I know that these skills would become my arsenal in the face of the unfolding chaos.

As the ruler of all heavens, Seraphina, scrutinized me, my father endeavored to convince her of my harmlessness, even offering his own life in exchange for my freedom.

Elyndor (pleading): "Release my son. He poses no threat. Take my life instead."

Seraphina, after a moment of contemplation, uttered words that sent shivers through the desolate space.

Seraphina: "You are no threat to us, but this man here has a trait that only the higher beings possess."

As they conversed, my father resorted to demonic writing to communicate with me, words etched in the language of the abyss.

In 10 seconds from now, stand up.

As the 10 seconds unfolded, he hesitated no longer, invoking his demonic arts. In an instant, I found myself transported to the stairs of the ninth hell.

Elyndor: "You might not understand this now, but remember that you're the vessel to 'It'. This might be the last time you will get to see me, my dear son. Grow strong."

With a heavy heart, he rose and left to face the celestial onslaught. The ensuing battle was a spectacle of his unrivaled demonic arts, penetrating the radiant magic of angels and rendering them powerless. Half the celestial army fell before him without a single drop of blood staining the infernal soil. However, fate played its cruel hand as Seraphina, the ruler herself, stood as the last bastion.

In the crescendo of the battle, she delivered a fatal blow, and my father's form crumpled beneath the might of her celestial weapon.

Suddenly, I felt the pull of a portal, and the familiar sights of the ninth hell disappeared. What greeted me was not the ominous landscape described by my parents, but an Earth-like realm teeming with life. Trees and monuments adorned the landscape, and individuals like me, devoid of aura or demonic powers, roamed freely.

In that surreal moment, the realization dawned upon me—I had stepped foot into Earth.