Outside the Eternal True World, three immense, indescribably magnificent palaces stood side by side. Beneath them lay a vast dimensional rift, from which demons poured endlessly, surging toward the Eternal True World ahead.
The demons standing guard outside each palace were distinctive. Unlike the madness of other Abyssal Demons, they were more "composed." Even so, the desire and madness in their eyes for the Material World had not diminished in the slightest; instead, they had grown stronger. Yet however their desires swelled, they restrained their demonic instincts, for those they guarded were the idols of all demons, their supreme sovereigns.
The Demon Emperors.
The palace in the middle differed in style from the two beside it. With its graceful patterns and gold crystal ornaments, it seemed less a creation of the Abyss than a heavenly cathedral praised by all.
Deep within the palace, a young, solemn, black-haired human man sat upon a throne fashioned from golden crystal and silver metal.
Elegant armor shining with pure golden light covered his entire body. Behind him, three pairs of enormous black wings were half unfurled, golden flames burning along the edges of the golden wings.
Above the throne, a golden sphere of light continuously shed golden feathers of light.
The pale face upon the throne seemed to be sleeping. Long, slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and the man opened his eyes. No emotion could be discerned in those pitch-black eyes.
He spoke softly, his tone amused.
"The great Abyssal Will has issued its command."
As soon as he finished speaking, the space before the throne began to ripple.
Then the ripples settled, and two seemingly solid figures appeared, seated upon thrones of different styles.
Upon a throne of flame, blood, and black steel sat a beast-faced demon with enormous, inverted fleshy wings. White leather