"The blade once feared by gods now sings again…
And this time, it's held by a boy named Parth."
Saturday Night
Time: 3:40 AM
Location: Dark Lotus Sect
An explosion shattered the stillness of the sect. The earth shook. Walls cracked. Birds fled.
Dev jolted awake, sweat clinging to his skin, instincts burning.
"Intruders," he whispered. "Inside the Sect."
He sprinted toward the rooftop.
Cold wind clawed at his face as his eyes locked on a lone figure under the bleeding moon.
Parth.
But not as he knew him.
Half of Parth's hair now blazed crimson, faintly glowing like cursed starlight.
His presence was monstrous.
He looked like a living myth—
Mitamoshi.
The anti-villain who once cut down 10,000 Shuras with the Dark Meteor Orb Blade… then vanished.
And tonight, Parth wore that same aura.
He didn't speak. Just lifted his sword—now coated in pulsing, blackened lightning.
Killer Domain Technique: Unsealed.
Then, he moved.
Slashing through the invading C-Rank attackers with deadly grace, his domain wrapping around him like a predator.
Suddenly—
FWOOOSH!
A massive fireball tore through the sky, hurling straight at Parth's blind spot.
Dev appeared midair, aura flaring.
The fireball shattered into six fragments mid-air—disintegrated by an invisible barrier.
He landed beside Parth, smirking.
Dev: "You bloody aura freak. Don't die without warning me first. We don't have more life crystals."
Parth chuckled, exhaling through his nose.
Parth: "I could say the same, genius."
But before the moment could linger, a terrifying wave of energy rippled through the battlefield.
The general of the enemy army charged toward them with bloodlust boiling in his veins.
Dev: "You take the soldiers. I'll take the maniac."
Parth nodded sharply.
Then exploded forward—his aura wave turning shadows into swords.
And that night…
the hunters awoke.
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The Battlefield Turns Red
Parth stood in a crater of corpses, blade dripping, breathing calm.
Behind him, Dev chanted in whispers.
An ancient language.
Forbidden words.
Hell Gate Ritual.
Parth turned, eyes wide.
Parth: "No. Not yet…"
He knew what Dev was trying.
The gate would let them escape — but only them.
The Sect... would burn.
He stepped beside Dev and gripped his shoulder.
Parth: "Get the children. The women. Save who you can. I'll finish that general. He's not dead—yet."
Dev hesitated… but saw the fire in Parth's eyes.
Dev: "Don't die."
Parth: "I'll try. But no promises."
As Dev vanished into the smoke, Parth turned back to the battlefield.
He whispered a mantra—one no one had heard before.
Reality trembled.
His sclera turned pitch black.
Two glowing red rings spiraled into his pupils.
Dev (watching from afar):
"He's done it… He mastered Vajra Kai."
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At the Ruined Gates…
The attacker general stood tall—grinning.
A calm voice drifted through the smoke.
???: "Yo. You still breathing, ugly-face?"
The general turned.
Ram.
Sect Master of Dark Lotus.
Black coat flowing. Aura humming.
Ram: "Let's get one thing straight. I don't associate with burnt potatoes."
General: "You bastard! It's me—WILL DIABLO!"
Ram (yawning): "Will Diablo? Sounds like a failed wrestler name."
And then—
FLASH!
Ram vanished.
Reappeared inches from Will Diablo.
Ram (coldly):
"No more jokes.
Time to show you the final form of the Black Lotus Blade."
Their blades clashed—
But in that moment, the ground beneath Ram lit up.
SS-Rank Slaying Formation – Activated.
BOOOOM!
A crimson explosion consumed the battlefield.
When the dust cleared—
Ram stood. Bleeding.
His left arm… gone. Half his stomach, shredded.
But alive.
Clenching his jaw, he escaped the formation, blood soaking his robes.
Ram (snarling):
"You ugly piece of trash…"
He raised his hand to the sky.
Death Mantra – 12th Verse: Hell God Replica.
A shadow emerged from the heavens — 200 ft tall, with a horned skull and six bleeding arms.
It roared once—
And devoured Will Diablo whole.
Silence.
Then…
A scream.
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The Loyalty of Parth
Parth screamed—blood pouring down his chest.
His body quaked, knees near collapse.
Behind him, women and children clung together, shivering.
His aura flared—a final shield.
Even as it cracked, it held.
Dev appeared from the smoke, hauling survivors toward a glowing blue gate — his Inner World, now unlocked through the Hell Gate.
He turned to Parth, sobbing silently.
Parth:
"...Parth means loyalty."
"Parth means loyalty."
Dev:
"I know, brother…"
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The Legacy Lives On
From behind, footsteps approached.
The Sect Leader — Ram — half-dead but alive.
He handed Dev four Soul Storage Rings, two Ancestor Badges, and two Sect Leader Badges.
Ram: "Pick two for yourself… give the others to someone worthy."
Then he held out his Black Kusanagi sword.
Ram:
"Give this… to Parth."
Dev (shaking):
"W-Why…?"
Ram (smiling weakly):
"Because… he carries the soul of this Sect now."
Then—his legs gave in.
He collapsed.
Dead.
---
Dev screamed into the sky.
His body trembled as he placed Ram's corpse near the gate.
Parth stood behind him, silent.
Blood-soaked. Burned. Alive.
That night, the Dark Abyss Lotus mourned.
The Deadtea Trees, once lifeless, began to rise—
Their blood-red leaves floating like fireflies toward the heavens.
Only twice in recorded history had they done this.
Not for power.
Not for glory.
But for one reason only—
Loyalty.
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Final Scene
As the last leaf vanished into the sky…
Somewhere deep within the Ashura Realm,
a thousand-year-old soul opened its black eyes.
Ashura King (smiling):
"The Lotus has bloomed again…
This time, I'll burn the roots."
End of chapter 3