In the majestic palace of the Goddess of Spirits, Yael, everything was submerged in a supernatural calm. The light emanating from the hanging crystals softly bathed the walls of jade and amber, establishing an atmosphere of absolute peace and harmony. In the center of the great throne room, Maelista, a high-ranking spirit and the goddess's most faithful servant, caressed the keys of an ethereal piano forged of pure light.
Each note that sprang from the instrument resonated throughout the chamber, carrying a sense of serenity that enveloped not only those present but the very foundations of the palace. The melody flowed like a crystalline river, connecting the spirit plane with the essence of universal harmony. Goddess Yael, with her radiant and serene figure, enjoyed the concert while watching the breeze dance through the curtains of light that adorned her abode.
However, the calm was shattered. The earth began to tremble, and violent vibrations pulsed through the entire palace. The lights flickered momentarily, and the echoes of the piano vanished, drowned out by the roar of the earthquake.
Yael rose from her throne quickly, her gaze reflecting growing unease and a hint of fear. "What is happening, Maelista?" the goddess asked, her voice firm despite the last remnants of music still vibrating in the air.
Maelista stayed his hands and looked up; his silver eyes shone with a mix of respect and concern. With a smooth gesture, he extended his hand, and a series of energy screens materialized before them. The images were chaotic: a fierce battle was being waged on hostile ground.
The goddess watched intently as a young human faced a guardian. The struggle was violent; each blow resonated like an echo in the spiritual fabric of the world. Yael felt a chill when the screens showed the climax of the combat: the human, covered in wounds but with a gaze full of determination, emerged victorious. However, what happened next left her breathless.
The victor began to transform. The dark and chaotic energy surrounding him took shape, warping his features until they became those of a Demon King. The human’s presence now gave off an aura similar to those who had caused havoc and destruction in her world's past.
"A Demon King?" Yael murmured, her eyes clouded with horror and sadness. "How is it possible for a human to have reached such a state?"
Maelista lowered his head slightly, as if apologizing for the gravity of the images. "That human died recently in a fight against the Vampire King Lip," he explained with a calm voice. "He was a special human, but unfortunately, he fell in battle, and now he is causing a disturbance in this place, my Lady. Furthermore, that strength consuming him comes from a Demon King sealed within him. It seems his will was overcome by the chaos that led him to victory."
Yael remained silent, contemplating the screens with an expression that hardened by the second. "We must intervene. That power must not be unleashed in our world. Call the remaining guardians, Maelista. This imbalance threatens to destroy everything we have protected."
Maelista responded with unshakeable serenity: "Do not worry, my Lady. Something unexpected will arrive in this plane and set things right."
In that instant, the screens focused back on Biel, who was screaming in pain as a bright light emerged around him. The intensity of his cry resonated not only on the battlefield but also throughout the spiritual plane, disturbing the ancient energy that had remained stable until then.
Just when the chaos threatened to consume him completely, a pure and radiant light pierced through reality into the Garden. From that light emerged a serene and majestic figure: Charlotte, Biel’s sister. With an aura radiating calm and compassion, she approached the youth, who remained kneeling, fighting the shadows trying to devour his being. She embraced him with infinite tenderness, and in that second, the cry of pain ceased. Biel began to breathe calmly as the darkness dissipated like mist at dawn.
Yael watched the scene from her palace with eyes full of wonder. "Who is that person?" she asked, addressing Maelista without looking away from the image.
Maelista traced a slight smile, as if he had anticipated that question from the very first second. "She is a protector, my Lady. A fragment of light sent to balance the scales. She does not belong completely to this world, but her presence was necessary at this crucial moment."
The goddess frowned slightly, her thoughts lost in a mix of intrigue and concern. "If this is true, then our intervention must wait. We will observe and wait for this protector to make her move. But we cannot ignore the risk posed by the presence of a Demon King."
Maelista nodded solemnly. On the screens, the luminous figure helped Biel stand up, whispering inaudible words that seemed to wrap him in renewed serenity. Suddenly, the energy screens shut off abruptly, leaving the throne room in an unsettling silence.
The Goddess Yael, consumed by the unease of seeing another Demon King in her domain, whispered to herself: "That human must be..."
At that moment, an intense pain seized her head, interrupting her words. Yael clutched her temple with a grimace of agony and fell to the floor, unable to bear the pressure.
"Why...? Why do I feel this pain?" she whispered, staggering as she tried to regain her balance.
Maelista, watching from his place at the piano, made not the slightest move to help her. Instead, he sat back down at the instrument and began to play a soft, soothing melody. The notes flowed through the room, filling the space with an artificial but terribly effective peace. Yael sighed with relief; the pain in her head vanished as if it had never existed.
"Calm yourself, my Lady. Everything will be fine," Maelista said with a serene smile as his fingers continued to glide across the keys.
The goddess closed her eyes, letting the music envelop her completely. However, upon opening them again, her expression had changed radically. Her gaze was now hard, cold, and determined.
"The human... must die," Yael declared, though her voice sounded distant, as if the words were not entirely her own.
Maelista stopped for a moment and raised an eyebrow with a look of mock surprise, then let out a low laugh that filled every corner of the room. "Hahaha... I thought my manipulation had reached its limit, but it seems there is always room for improvement."
Yael took a step toward him but stopped dead as she processed his words. A spark of doubt flashed in her eyes before dying out again under the influence of the music.
"What... are you saying?" she asked, her tone broken by confusion.
Maelista stopped playing once and for all and rose slowly. His silver eyes now shone with a contained malice. "Oh, my dear goddess, did you truly think it was you who ruled this plane?" he said mockingly. "You know you can never escape my control. Your weakness caused you to fall before me, and now you are nothing but a tool for my plans."
Yael recoiled, her legs trembling violently. She tried to summon her divine power but felt an invisible barrier blocking her completely. Maelista’s smile widened as he enjoyed her internal struggle.
"Now, my Lady, let us return to the plan of consuming the vitality of this plane so that He may return. To achieve this, the human must slaughter all the spirits and races of this place. We will make them kill each other; after all, the human must die, and you will be the one to declare it."
The echo of his laughter rang through the hall as Yael, trapped in the invisible chains of manipulation, tried desperately to regain control of her own will.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Biel asked with a broken voice after embracing his sister, "Sister, what are you doing here?"
Charlotte replied with a tender smile, "I came to find you, little brother, and I will never leave your side again."
Charlotte looked at him with a mix of relief and devotion. "I looked for you everywhere, but there were no signs of you or Bastián. Then I received a call telling me you were last seen at that shop. I went there, and the owner explained that you were in another world and... that you had died."
Charlotte’s eyes flooded with tears at the memory, but she forced herself to continue: "That filled me with a pain I couldn't bear. You disappeared without a word only for me to be told you had died. But then, the owner told me you were in the spiritual plane trying to return to life. He showed me what was happening, and I saw how you had become a monster. The old man warned me that only I could save you, for I was the only true bond you had left."
Biel, amazed by his sister's story, asked in disbelief, "So that old man sent us to this place? Can we go back to our world?"
Charlotte shook her head, her expression turning somber. "No. The old man made it clear there was no way back; there is no point of return. He gave me a choice between two options: save you or accept reality and forget you forever. I chose to save you and live in this new world. After all, I didn't want to be alone in that house anymore... I wanted to see you again, little brother."
Biel reflected for a moment, processing the weight of his sister's sacrifice. "So all of this happened because of that old man... That old man!" he exclaimed, though he soon softened his tone. "But well, this world isn't so bad."
Charlotte looked at him in total disbelief. "What do you mean it isn't so bad? You're dead! And besides, you had become a nightmare monster."
Biel traced a slight smile, trying to calm her. "Yeah, hehehe, but I'm trying to return. To do that, I must go to the Central City and formally ask the goddess."
"Goddess?" Charlotte repeated curiously. "Did you say goddess? Do goddesses actually exist in this place?"
"Yes, in this world there are goddesses, demon kings, vampire kings..." Biel explained naturally.
Charlotte nodded, trying to assimilate the rules of her new reality. "Now that you mention it, when the old man showed me everything you had lived through, he mentioned it too. This world is crazy." Suddenly, she remembered something else. "And Bastián? Is he not with you?"
Biel shook his head, his face darkening. "No, he disappeared and I don't know where he is. But when I return to the earthly world, I swear I will find him."
Charlotte sighed with understanding. "I see. Well, what are we going to do now?"
"We must go toward that city you can see in the distance," Biel replied, pointing to the horizon.
"Understood," Charlotte said, but she suddenly stopped, noticing something among the rubble. "Before we go... who is she, the one lying over there?"
Biel followed her gaze and saw Raizel, who lay unconscious on the ground after the brutal combat. "We have to help her," Biel said urgently. "She is a girl I found in this place; she was helping me reach the city."
"I see," Charlotte nodded as she approached Raizel. She saw the wounds were severe and, with determination, extended her hands over her. "Heal," she ordered firmly.
A warm glow emanated from her palms, and Raizel’s wounds began to close slowly. Biel looked at her in complete surprise. "Sister, do you have healing magic?"
Charlotte nodded with a slight, satisfied smile. "Yes. The old man told me he would grant me special abilities so I could be of help to you."
At that moment, Raizel opened her eyes with difficulty. With a weak voice, she asked, "Is the battle... over?"
"Yes, it's over," Biel replied, approaching her.
Raizel, remembering the terrifying image she saw before fainting, sat up slightly and asked with evident concern in her eyes, "Is it you, Biel? Or are you still that demon?"
Biel lowered his head for a moment, feeling the weight of his actions. "I apologize. I had to use that transformation to defeat the guardian."
Raizel looked at him with a reproach tinged with sadness. "But you didn't have to kill him."
Charlotte interrupted immediately with a firm tone. "He had to die! That is what the old man told me, for his soul was corrupt. Biel did the right thing."
Raizel, now even more confused by the stranger's presence, asked, "And who are you?"
Biel explained calmly, "She is my sister, and she comes from another world."
Raizel stood petrified, her eyes wide open. "Sister? Another world? Who are you people, really?"
Biel only smiled, helping her up as he looked toward the path ahead. "I'll explain everything later."
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