Satoshi listened with rapt attention, sensing the gravity of her words. Camila continued, "Each Eye embodies a specific sin: Wrath, Lust, Sloth, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, and Pride. They were scattered across various dimensions, hidden within the souls of those chosen by fate or circumstance—each with their own power."
"Why would anyone pursue such power?" Satoshi asked, his curiosity mingling with concern.
Camila paused, reflecting on the struggle. "Those who master the Eyes gain incredible strength and divine abilities, but it's a perilous journey. The power of the Eyes is a double-edged sword, offering might at the cost of inner turmoil. Many who sought this power have found themselves consumed by their own sins, losing not only their way but a piece of themselves."
"What happens if someone unites all the Eyes of Sin?" Satoshi asked, the weight of the question hanging in the air.
"Theoretically, they could achieve a state of unparalleled power, even challenging the gods themselves," she replied. "But it also risks becoming a vessel for the ancient darkness that the Eyes were meant to contain."
Satoshi's resolve only hardened. "Then we need to find them before anyone else does."
Camila's face contorted with indignation, fury blazin in her eyes. "How dare they snatch divinity from the world!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing with raw emotion, divine power licking out."
Satoshi's gaze sharpened, curiosity mingling with concern as he asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Every world is sustained by a finite reserve of divine power; this ethereal energy is crucial for maintaining its very existence. Without this vital force, the delicate balance that holds a world together could falter, leading to its inevitable collapse."
As Satoshi and Camila walked through the crumbling ruins of the old town, the air hung thick with dust and decay. Most of the world had lost its spark, divine power had become a rarity, and fear lingered in every shadow. Yet, among the debris, Satoshi noticed a glow—a faint, ethereal aura emanating from a child walking. Divine power, and plenty of it.
"Hey!" Satoshi called out, his voice calm but firm. "What on earth transpired in this place?"
The atmosphere felt heavy, as if a lingering gloom had settled over everything. Everyone had lost their spark, their essence, leaving them looking utterly devoid of life and emotion.
The once vibrant energy that filled the air has been replaced by an unsettling stillness, making it seem that the people wandering about are mere shells of their former selves, moving through the motions without any real purpose or connection.
The child's wide eyes filled with fear. Without a word, she turned and bolted down an alley, her bare feet slapping against cracked pavement.
"Should we follow her?" he asked.
Camila gave a determined nod, her mind racing with possibilities as she swiftly made her way forward. "She might have crucial information about what's really going on," she said, urgency lacing her voice.
They followed the girl through a labyrinth of rusted metal and crumbling stone, eventually reaching a dilapidated warehouse. The windows were broken, and the door hung precariously from a single hinge. The girl entered swiftly, Satoshi and Camila exchanged cautious glances before stepping inside.
As they moved through the dim interior, they noticed figures emerging from behind debris and fractured walls, holding makeshift weapons—pipes, knives, anything they could use to protect the small remnants of their lives.
Satoshi recognized the tension in the air. Without hesitation, he sprang into action, moving with remarkable speed. In a matter of seconds, he disarmed each of the survivors, reducing the threat in the room and leaving them bewildered yet unharmed.
"Please, great knight of the Dark King," one person implored with a trembling voice. "Don't let Ava become a demon hybrid."
Camila's brows furrowed. "What are you talking about, We're not knights of any Dark King. What's going on here?"
The atmosphere in the room was tense, but one of the older survivors chose to speak up, raising his hands to show he meant no harm. "About ten years ago, knights of the Dark King began capturing individuals with divine power, transforming them into demon hybrids. Those who fought back... well, they disappeared."
Camila, arms crossed, looked around with a mixture of disbelief and determination. "Why haven't you organized a counterattack? There are so many of you."
The oldly man sighed, his resolve evident. "We attempted to resist initially, but the first groups faced overwhelming force and were decimated. Many of them were also transformed into those... creatures. We've experienced significant losses."
A weary younger woman added, her voice steady yet strained, "We've been in hiding ever since. It feels less like living and more like merely existing."
Camila's face hardened, a flicker of anger breaking through her calm exterior. "Why would they do that?"
"We don't know," the man replied. "But once someone becomes a demon hybrid, they lose all their memories. They're nothing but puppets after that."
Satoshi clenched his fists, his voice low. "And the soulless people we've seen? The ones who just stare into nothing?"
"If you don't have divine power, they take your soul," another survivor whispered. "That's why we hide. It's the only way to survive."
Silence fell, the weight of the truth pressing down on them. Camila and Satoshi exchanged a glance, unspoken resolve passing between them. They had thought they were simply passing through, but it was clear now—something darker was at play, and the fight was closer than they thought.
Before anyone could utter a single word, an oppressive aura swallowed the area as a powerful demonic presence approached. The air crackled with tension, an unsettling weight pressing down on the group.
From the shadows, a demon hybrid emerged—a grotesque yet captivating figure. Its lower half slithered like a coiled serpent, its scales glistening under the dim light, while its upper body bore a disturbingly human form. A monstrous fusion of man and beast.
Just as Satoshi prepared to strike, his muscles coiled for a decisive blow, and a desperate voice cut through the tension. "Big sister!" Ava's cry rang out, drawing attention to the figure perched atop the demon hybrid's shoulder.
Though partially obscured, the woman's presence was undeniable. Her striking beauty was almost unnatural—her eyes sparkled with an enigmatic allure that left Satoshi momentarily speechless. A warmth, foreign and unexpected, crept onto his face. He barely registered his voice when he spoke. "Who are you?" His words carried an involuntary reverence. "Are you one of the Dark Knights?"
Before the woman could respond, something shifted. A strange phenomenon overtook Satoshi—his vision flooded with searing light. Knowledge surged into him, incomprehensible yet familiar, as if some ancient understanding had just been unlocked within his soul.
Camila, suddenly more alert, fixed her gaze on the woman, her voice steady despite the rising tension. "Are you the one who holds the Eyes of Lust?"
The woman descended gracefully from the demon's shoulder, stepping into full view. Her presence was intoxicating, a beauty both enchanting and dangerous. "Yes," she said smoothly, her voice like silk with a hidden edge. "I am Amelia, the one who holds the Eyes of Lust. And you are?"
Camila did not hesitate. "I am Camila, and this man beside me is Satoshi. Like you, he also holds the Eyes of Sin. We've come seeking you."
Something flickered in Amelia's gaze—a hint of amusement, perhaps skepticism. But as Camila continued, her expression darkened. "We thought you had been captured by the Dark Clan." Her voice dropped, heavy with suspicion.
At the mention of the Dark Clan, a murderous aura erupted from Amelia, shifting the air around them. "How do you know of them?" she demanded, her tone sharp, her eyes narrowing into slits of pure threat. "Are you affiliated with them?"
Camila met her gaze without flinching. "No," she said firmly. "We have nothing to do with them."
Before she could elaborate, Amelia's decision was made. With a flick of her wrist, she commanded the demon hybrid to attack.
The beast lunged, its serpentine body striking with terrifying speed. But Satoshi reacted on instinct. With a single, explosive punch, he sent the creature crashing backward, its massive form slamming into the ground with a heavy, sickening thud.
Camila took a steady breath, forcing conviction into her voice. "Like you, we seek to eradicate the Dark Clans. You have nothing to fear from us."
The weight in her words gave Amelia pause. The fury radiating from her dimmed ever so slightly, though she remained poised, ready to strike. The silence stretched thick between them, unspoken challenges lingering in the air.
Then, Ava broke the tension. She rushed forward, flinging her arms around Amelia in a tight embrace. The sudden warmth of the gesture cracked Amelia's hardened demeanor. She hesitated, then allowed herself a brief exhale—a sign of surrender, if only for a moment.
Later, as the dust settled, Amelia moved with quiet intent. Supplies were gathered for the survivors, and the wounded were tended to. But her mind remained elsewhere. There were still questions to be answered.
She sought out Camila and Satoshi, drawn to the unshakable certainty they carried. Before she could speak, she caught sight of Satoshi, still bloodstained from battles, the weight of his recent ordeal clinging to him like a second skin.
Wordlessly, she handed him a fresh change of clothes. The fabric felt impossibly soft against his skin, a simple yet profound contrast to the grimy, torn attire he
Wore. A small act of kindness, yet it grounded him—if only for a moment.
With Satoshi changing, Amelia finally approached Camila. Her mind swirled with questions, but only one mattered now: Would Camila help them?
"We need your help," Amelia began, her voice hushed yet urgent. "There's something you need to know. A member of the Dark Clan infiltrated this world a decade ago. His name is Rael and Miguel—Miguel is a mad scientist with the power of Biological Manipulation."
Camila's expression remained unreadable, but her fingers twitched ever so slightly at the name. A subtle reaction, but Amelia caught it.
She pressed on. "His ability lets him rewrite the biological structure of any living being. And he's using it to create horrific demon hybrids—monstrosities that will bring nothing but ruin."
A heavy silence followed, thick and suffocating. The weight of her words settled over them like a storm cloud about to break. Satoshi clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. A low hum of energy pulsed beneath his skin, his rage barely contained. If Miguel ever crossed his path, there would be no mercy.
That night, their conversation stretched on—tense, relentless, filled with the sharp edges of desperation and determination. Each argument, each revelation, set Satoshi further on edge, filling him with restless energy. By dawn, sleep had eluded him entirely.
A gnawing sense of unease took root in his chest. He set out in search of Amelia, her name slipping past his lips like a prayer. He questioned everyone he met, his urgency growing with each shake of the head, each vacant stare.
Then, the whispers began.
A name, spoken in hushed speculation. A rumor of abduction. The dark Clans.
Satoshi's blood turned to ice.
His breath hitched, and the world around him dulled, as if pulled into a suffocating fog. His heart pounded against his ribs—an erratic, frenzied beat. If the rumors were true, then Amelia was in danger.
And he would not stop until he found her.
The Revelation: Finding Amelia
The ruins of an abandoned chapel stood silent under the moonlight, its once-sacred walls now cracked and overgrown. Satoshi paced near the broken altar, his fists clenched, his patience wearing thin. Camila leaned against a toppled pillar, arms crossed, watching him with narrowed eyes. They had tracked Amelia's trail since morning, expecting to find her somewhere deep in the city. But they hadn't found her..
Amelia wasn't just another Sin—she was unpredictable, a storm wrapped in silk. As the Sin of Lust, she could unravel the minds of men with a whisper, turn allies against each other, and manipulate without lifting a blade. But beneath her charm and playful facade was someone sharp, someone dangerous. If she had been captured, it wasn't because she was weak. It was because someone had planned for her downfall. And that meant whoever took her was more than just a threat—they were prepared.
"Say it again," Satoshi growled, his voice like distant thunder.
Camila exhaled sharply. "The Dark Clans may have her."
Satoshi's jaw tightened. "Then what the hell are we doing here?"
Camila tossed a bloodstained dagger onto the stone floor. "The people who were interrogated—every single one of them—swore they don't know anything. They knew about the attack, but don't know what happened to her."
Satoshi's eyes burned. "Then where is she?"
A voice from the shadows answered. "We found something."
They both turned sharply, ready for anything. A lone figure stepped into the dim light—an informant one of Amelia's men. His cloak was torn, his breathing ragged, like he had barely escaped something. His left arm was wrapped in a crude bandage, blood seeping through. His face was pale, fear clinging to him like a second skin.
Camila narrowed her eyes. "Talk."
The man swallowed hard, his gaze darting around the ruined chapel as if something might lunge at him from the darkness. "The dark Clans have her… but they were sent by someone else. Someone strong, miguel."
Satoshi's eyes lit up and flickered with anger. "him".
The informant went away by Camlia's order.
The Abduction: Amelia and the Dark Clans.
As the world decayed around him and Amelia's fate hung in the balance, something ancient stirred within Satoshi—an endless, all-consuming wrath.