The Devil Holders

Reminder: This prologue has many lines and scenes for various scenes in the novel. I kept the names of the locales and other details hidden for the time being.

Prologue

The land was engulfed in flames. Countless soldiers are being slaughtered left and right, houses are being demolished one by one, and civilians are being killed left and right while soldiers attempt to save them.

"Time is ticking! We don't have much time until they reach the South! If things get out of hand, the South will be destroyed and we will all be killed! Her sacrifice will be for nothing!"

"Oh, it won't."

"What do you mean it won't?! It's this nation that will be wiped out by them! Don't you remember? It's that man's fault! It's his fault that she's dead and they're coming for all of us!"

"What did you just say, old man?! Is it his fault? I apologize for breaking into your nice office, but I'm the General of the Fifth Army of the West, and we have received information that you are betraying your own NATION!"

The clock was ticking. Three unknowns have arrived at the South Nation's east, south, and west gates. Flames engulfed the east entrance, turning the grass to ash and claiming many lives in minutes. Dark magic surged in the south gate, murdering numerous people in a matter of seconds. Creatures such as undead beasts began to rise in the west gate, claiming many lives.

A single swordsman's effort was turned. It was intended for the human race to attain amazing skills never seen before, but it was exploited for evil when he was murdered by his own friend.

It was a work of art for him in which he transformed his surroundings, changed the nature around him, journeyed through space and dimensions, and led to another universe. That's how he found himself in a terrible dark place he never understood. All of his plans were for the future, for a better world.

That's where he encounters dark faces and dark things to exist. He sees pitch-black eyes peering deep into his soul, making him wonder, "What are they really?" He understood they were his adversaries attempting to take over the globe.

He is attacked before he makes his move and tries to leave and return to his realm through a dimension. He fled them only to be killed by his own friend while attempting to explain him what they were and what he saw in them.

That swordsman could sense your emotions and the deep desire you had inside. He saw nothing on those gloomy faces. It was pitch dark, as if it wanted to touch, achieve, and conquer the light.

He modified his universe far too many times and roamed deep space, discovering limitless worlds devoid of life. He saw the vast dark space empty, a world of emptiness. He traveled through dimensions and witnessed another world similar to his. It was a big place, an empty land with nothing but trees where he could breathe freely, distant from everything.

The issue is that he understands he can't just sit around and be happy forever. He aspires to create a peaceful planet. He couldn't just use any old technique to traverse through dimensions and space. He also invented high-techs at an early age, but they were rejected by the nation's leaders because of their breakthroughs, and they feared it was their downfall because he wouldn't tell them how they were made.

"The world is at stake if his inventions are released. W must reject it regardless of how good it is. Time travel is a ridiculous word to release, just like space travel. It's like traveling through dimensions but managing, unlike space where you float in the deep darkness, deeper than night."

"The inventions he tried to convince us with were quite good, but not enough, and that will be our downfall. I didn't expect it from such a young age, but he didn't tell us how to make it, which is also one of the reasons I declined it. His father was killed, who was also a great inventor in the past and is also with us. It's just a big problem that he was killed and the one who killed him hasn't been caught,"

In the far south. An army was marching. The army of known devils and the army of the dark realm joined forces to destroy the south. The Devil's founding members were thought to be missing, but they were already in the South Nation destroying it and paving the way for their army.

"Their leader uses some strange abilities that none of our swordsmen encountered before, which make us think who is now ahead? Is it us? Or is the Devil themselves? They were called the Devil Holders for a reason. Because they hold a Devil's and another Devil's. Even the leader of them has his own Devil, the Dark King."

"Science is the source of the Leader of the Devil Holders. With the knowledge of science, he could combine everything around him and create magic which makes every single one of us think of him as something even more different."

The wind was blowing gently around a peaceful forest, it was cloudy and windy. Two unknowns were staring at the air blankly, standing beside a giant tree while in front of them was a cliff. Then down on the cliff was a modern civilization.

It was a large nation of troops armed with weaponry. The two unknowns were amazed as they looked out over the country and couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"They protect their nation with guns and advanced weaponry while, in our time, we protect our nation with swords and bows... An incredible time, isn't it?"

"Undeniably. What do you think is the date here?"

"I don't know, but it's not our time. We should find a way to return. If we're from the past and this is the future, we won't disrupt anything except ours. However, we shouldn't say this to anyone when we get back to our home,"

A kid sitting on the ground in front of a stove and hot water boiling in a pot. He could clearly see the glowing red coming from the flames. He thought and thought about why the flames were orange, why wouldn't they be black? Purple, blue, red, violet, and yellow, but orange.

He then heard thunderclaps outside. It was raining heavily and he was on his own. He stands and takes a coat hanging on the wall, using a chair to stand on and reaches it. He then walked outside and saw a bunch of mud as soon as he walked outside of the house.

It prompted him to go back inside and grab a bucket and a bunch of mud as fast as he could to not get soaked by the rain. He got a bucket of mud and he stood in front of the stove. He put the bucket of mud aside, washed his hands and grabbed a bucket of water which he placed on the side of the bucket of mud.

He then plays with the mud for a few hours, eventually creating five immaculate figures. He created a little horse, snail, wolf, bear, and eagle. They were all the same size as his hands. It was hardening adjacent to the stove due to the heat. He was cheerful, smiling, and feeling much better. He felt a sudden relaxation that caused him to fall asleep. When he completes his task, the rain and thunder cease.

A man in a coat walking with a book in his right hand was stepping on carpet grass. He arrived at the balcony, admiring the magnificent sun and forests. It was a mountain house, and he breathed in the fresh air, which relaxed him and made him smile under the mask.

"Master, I always wonder what makes it good and what makes it bad if we have our own point of view on things. I always see that what we saw as kids was right, seeing them beat us while other kids had fun while we suffered,"

"You were bullied, while I was almost killed by my own family for no reason. He was drunk out of his mind, even though he had a good loving family. He betrayed his wife and turned the village against us, almost killing us. No, not me, but my mother and sister. They both got killed because of them. The people who killed them will soon pay, and I will involve this world."