As Zagan approached, the rib thrummed . A vision slammed into his mind: the Demonion, whole and terrible, standing against an army of light. He saw his generals—Lilith, Bael, Forcas—kneeling before him. He saw the world burning.
Here is the story for Demonion Gaiden 01 , written in the style of a dark fantasy visual novel prologue. Prologue: Ashes of the Old World
That word— Before —made Zagan's blood, still thick and hot despite the decade of decay, stir for the first time in years. Before the defeat. Before the seal. Before his shame. Demonion Gaiden 01
Zagan took a long, burning gulp. "Speak or crawl away."
"Not just a rib," Zagan whispered, his voice echoing with a forgotten cadence of command. "A key." As Zagan approached, the rib thrummed
"What kind of something?"
Zagan traveled alone. He had no legion left, only rage and a limp from a wound that never fully healed. Thornwood was a pathetic smear of huts clinging to a hillside. The humans there were not heroes. They were farmers. Grave-robbers. Fools. He saw the world burning
"Drinking again, my lord?" a soft, chittering voice whispered.