THE DEMON WAR CHRONICLES

Chapter Three:The Cry of the Horn

Narrator’s Opening:

The smoke had not yet cleared from the battlefield,

when once again the sound of clashing metal thundered—

announcing that hell had not yet closed.

The battle had split into two fronts—

each one strong enough to crush an entire kingdom on its own,

and every strike threatened to turn history upside down.

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The Field…

The soldiers surged like a tide of iron,

their shining armor staining red with each passing heartbeat.

The neighing of horses mixed with the screams,

and the stench of burning flesh suffocated the sky.

> “Advance!”

“Show no mercy!”

“For the land!!”

Every voice was like a blade.

The spearmen charged first,

their ranks colliding like human walls breaking upon one another.

Flaming arrows rained down from above,

turning the sky into a forest of fire.

A sword pierced through a chest, a spear buried into another’s gut,

and a soldier fell screaming as his comrade kicked him aside to press forward.

The ground became a crimson sea,

and dust mixed with blood covered everything.

> Narrator:

“In that moment, the war was no longer between kingdoms…

but between survival and annihilation.”

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Hades × Semiviel

The sound of colliding blades rose,

like a symphony of death.

Semiviel (mocking):

> “Don’t hold back on me, Hades…

Attack me with whatever life you still have left.”

A faint smile curved on Hades’ face—

the kind seen only before the storm.

He dashed forward—

his body moving with unseen grace,

his daggers dancing through the air like a swarm of deadly shadows.

> Narrator:

“In Hades’ eyes,

the battle was not merely a clash between two men…

but a dance of death—where hatred led pride in a deadly waltz.”

But Semiviel didn’t wait long for the attack.

He planted his feet firmly on the ground,

and raised his massive sword, glowing with a fiery white light.

> Narrator:

“The unbreakable blade…

Excalibur, had finally revealed its true essence.”

A savage strike erupted,

splitting the air in half,

forcing Hades to retreat as sparks spiraled around them like a fiery storm.

Hades (smirking):

> “Heh… looks like your power has evolved since before, Semiviel.”

Semiviel (confidently):

> “Did you really think my skills would remain the same

as when we competed back in the academy, when we were kids?”

Hades (chuckling softly):

> “You were always that arrogant boy…

Still trying to be a hero in a story that has no heroes.”

Their weapons clashed again,

each impact releasing shockwaves that shook the very ground.

Nearby soldiers fell back in terror,

some ripped from their footing by the force,

their bodies shattered against the rocks like broken dolls.

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Poseidon × Oungan

On the other side of the infernal plain,

the tides roared under their master’s command.

Poseidon drove his trident into the earth,

unleashing massive whirlpools of water,

seeking to engulf and crush Oungan in a storm of raging torrents.

But Oungan did not retreat.

His black sword blazed with deadly golden light,

slicing through the water as though cutting the fabric of the heavens themselves.

Oungan (mocking):

> “Everything you do… is meaningless.”

He raised his sword with both hands,

his voice echoing like a cry that heralded death:

Oungan (shouting):

> “Golden Massacre!!!”

The strike flashed faster than light,

splitting the water, piercing Poseidon’s defenses,

and carving a deep wound into his chest.

His blood mixed with the sea,

and the wave that rose after the strike swallowed the entire horizon.

But Poseidon… laughed.

A cold laugh, like the roar of the ocean in the dead of winter.

Poseidon:

> “Hahaha… Good…

If you truly wish to kill me,

then I’ll show you how kings die, you wretched fool.”

Oungan (madly):

> “Finally… I see some blood!”

They clashed once more,

strike after strike,

the sky ignited with watery flames,

and the earth exploded from the raw force leaking between them.

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The Soldiers Again…

Below,

where there were no names and no glory,

the slaughter continued.

A soldier from Oungan’s kingdom screamed as he stabbed his foe from the Sea Kingdom—

but a spear pierced through his back before his laughter could finish.

Another knelt beside his friend’s corpse,

his eyes gleaming with tears that had no time to fall.

> “We fought for land… that is no longer land!”

They stepped over corpses to advance,

and the ground no longer knew who belonged to whom.

The same soil embraced both killer and victim,

and the same wind carried all their dying groans.

> Narrator:

“War has no faces,

it is only an open mouth that devours everything moving before it.”

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The Transformation

In the midst of hell,

the sky suddenly caught fire.

From the smoke and ash,

a fiery being emerged —

its wings stretching across the horizon,

as though the phoenix itself had risen from the ashes of war.

Its voice sounded like the voice of ages speaking:

> “Stop… The war must end!”

The moment froze.

Even the storms of water fell silent,

even the tongues of fire halted midair.

Hades slowly raised his head,

his eyes glowing with a mix of awe and boredom.

Hades (quietly, with sarcasm):

> “The war must stop?

Wait… is that you… Phoenix?”

He shouted from the heart of battle:

> “Heeey! Phoenix, is that really you, for hell’s sake?!”

Phoenix (from the sky, his voice like thunder):

> “Hades…

The war is over, whether you wish it or not.”

At that moment,

Odin stopped in the middle of the battlefield.

His eyes, once gray as storm clouds,

suddenly turned crimson red—like fresh blood.

Semiviel (in shock):

> “What the hell is that form… old man?!”

Slowly, Odin drew out a small horn, engraved with ancient runes.

He raised it to his lips,

his eyes burning as if a thousand battles raged within them.

Then… the blast of the horn.

With the first blow,

the entire land trembled.

The sound pierced both sky and earth,

as if it were an echo from a time that no longer belonged to mankind.

Swords froze midair,

soldiers stood still,

and the ground quaked beneath all feet.

Soldier (trembling):

> “What… what is this?

I feel like something terrible is coming…”

Even Poseidon narrowed his eyes,

Semiviel tightened his grip on his sword,

and Oungan burst out laughing like a madman:

> “Hahahaha!

Who are you calling upon, Odin?!

Are you adding another chapter to this tragedy?!”

> Narrator (voice dripping with dread):

“And from beyond the horizon…

another echo answered the horn—

an echo that carried the tone of the end.

Who will stop the war?

And who does Odin summon with his horn in this decisive moment?

Is it salvation… or the dawn of annihilation?”