They say the Goddess of War, Scaliya, emerged majestically from the heavens when a simple prayer reached her ears. Clad in divine gold, wielding two gleaming swords, a double-pointed lance on her back, a crown of seven rings adorning her majestic head, and wings cutting through the skies like celestial blades, she gazed upon the subjugated humans and shed tears.
The sight of slavery before her eyes tore at her heart, and she demanded that the embodiment of evil stand before her. Daraj-Vzan, the demon king known for absorbing 1000 curses and condemning the inhabitants of that accursed land, emerged from the shadows with his endless army.
The Goddess Scaliya challenged the demon king with these words:
"Wretched creature... Why do you pursue these defenseless souls?"
The demon king waved one of his many rugged arms with scorn.
"Foolishness, War Goddess. There are no defenseless souls here. Only sins being atoned for. Return to the heavens, insolent one. This land already belongs to me."
The Goddess of War, however, did not utter a word in response to the demon king. The sword in her left hand shone like the sun itself, while the sword in her right hand gleamed with the deep hues of the ocean.
Scaliya radiated in the darkened sky, illuminating every corner of the accursed land. The infinite army attacked her, but their blades found no target. The demon king wielded his fierce blade against the Goddess, and the two engaged in an eternal battle in the eyes of the onlooking humans.
Finally, Scaliya banished with her unique strength all the demons beneath the earth and restrained Daraj-Vzan, keeping him captive at her bare feet. Brandishing her resplendent lance, she pressed the weapon against Daraj-Vzan's face. His rugged skin was swiftly whipped, as if repelled by such nobility.
"Why?" Daraj whispered amidst his own blood. "Why do you fight for these humans?"
The Goddess then sought among the stupefied crowd the author of the prayer. A smile formed on her lips as she recognized a slender, weak young man with marked skin in the distance. The smile repulsed the demon king.
"I can't ignore an obstinate heart," she replied with her serene eyes.
The demon king screamed in fury, witnessing the Goddess Scalyia being enveloped in an even more sublime radiance.
In what should have been just another ordinary afternoon in Damian Montgomery's life, the young man was eagerly anticipating his brother Elio's weekend visit. However, Dante, as Elio affectionately called Damian, seemed unwilling to spare any of his time for his older brother.
Yet, in a surprising turn of events, Elio had now vanished. Following an encounter with a mysterious creature and a timely rescue by a girl named Autumn, Damian found himself compelled to question his own origins to unravel the unfolding mysteries. What was Elio's true identity? Why did Autumn appear to possess more knowledge than he did?
And most importantly, what was that armor fused to his skin, and why had it chosen him? Wrapped in layers of enigma and secrets, Damian embarks on a journey to unearth the truth, unaware of the challenges that lie ahead.