(Alternate Title: "The Three Letters That Even Angels Fear")
[Act 1: The Eye Opens]
Far, far away from any mortal land,in a forgotten bunker beneath the bones of an ancient world,the impossible happened.
The Eye in the void pulsed.A ripple tore through the dimensions.A tremor that no seismograph could ever register.The air turned thick as molten lead.
And the dead screens... flickered back to life.
Not with images.Not with warnings.
But with a single vision.
A stone tablet.Cracked, ancient, floating in a darkness deeper than death itself.Upon its surface, three simple letters burned:
"D... C... T..."
[Act 2: The Breathless Fear]
Time froze.
The angels, the demons, the beings that should have never feared anything,stood paralyzed.
Lucifer, the Morning Star, stumbled backward,his golden eyes wide, his voice breaking:
"D... Dravion... Céfiros... Thauron..."
Amenadiel dropped to one knee, a hand over his heart, whispering hoarsely:
"Dravion Céfiros Thauron..."
Around them, gods, devils, forgotten kings of myth — all echoed the cursed name.Not as a chant.Not as a call.
But as a reflex.
Something buried deep in their primordial coding.A warning older than history itself.
A terror that bypassed reason.A horror that shattered the soul.
[Act 3: No Answers — Only Dread]
Lucifer pressed a trembling hand against the nearest wall, blood dripping from his nose.
Amenadiel clenched his jaw so tightly it cracked.
Neither spoke again.
No questions.No theories.No foolish hope.
Because they knew one thing — the only thing the ancient ones had left them:
"When DCT awakens, reality itself forgets how to exist."
And now... the pulse from the Eye had answered.
It had felt the name.
It had remembered.
And somewhere far below, in the heart of a ruined cripta,a sleeping figure twitched.
A heartbeat, older than the stars, whispered into the broken world.