
by M5F
I thought the world was crumbling. I was wrong. It was only me." Aris didn’t leave his world with a bang or a heroic sacrifice. He left it through a third-floor window, a glitch in a reality that felt too hollow to sustain him. He expected the void. He found a cradle. Reborn into a realm of shifting bloodlines and ancient, grinding wars, he has been given a name that echoes through history: Satan. To the world, he is a miracle—a child born as the fires of a twenty-year slaughter finally dimmed. To his father, Kael, he is a son to be protected. But to himself, Satan is a calculated monster trapped in an existence loop. Bound by the fragile limitations of a developing body, his mind remains a freezing machine of absolute logic. He looks at the suns, the stars, and the blood on his own hands with only one goal: to solve the equation of his own being. "Why does existence even exist? Who am I? Why do I exist?" He isn't here to be a hero, and he isn't here to protect the weak. He is a predator of truth. As the distance between his cold intellect and his father's humanity grows, Satan begins to manifest a darkness that shouldn't belong to any living thing. He will dismantle the laws of this world piece by piece, proving that even the Gods cannot withstand the weight of a truly fallen logic.
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