Ice Breathing Demon Slayer

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

In a world ravaged by the malevolent touch of the God of Demons, Mazoku, a planet teeters on the precipice of annihilation. The once-solid barriers between the human realm and the dreaded demon realm lie shattered, plunging the world into chaos. Nature's laws have become twisted, and an unending war rages among the four kingdoms since time immemorial. The undeniable truth emerges— the world is hurtling towards its demise. Yet, amidst the relentless torment wrought by a colossal sword forged by the very hands of the God of Demons, a faint glimmer of hope persists. This formidable weapon, driven into the heart of the planet, paradoxically presents a solitary chance for salvation. Once every three millennia, the Night of Fate descends, shrouding the land in an otherworldly aura. Those who find themselves slumbering beside the accursed sword on this fateful night are transported to a realm unknown—the "World's Fury Realm." Within this enigmatic domain, these chosen souls are burdened with a profound quest: to undertake a series of arduous missions, each with the potential to mend the shattered world. Success bears a promise as poignant as it is uplifting—those hailing from the human realm will be whisked back, their planet’s wounds finally sutured. A glimmer of hope beckons, for a path to restoration is laid before them. However, the road to redemption is fraught with peril, as failure yields a fate far bleaker than one could fathom. Those unable to rise to the challenge find themselves imprisoned within the very realm they sought to conquer—the World’s Fury Realm. In this desolate expanse, destruction and agony reign supreme, unending torment that only death can bring respite from.

The voice of an angel proclaims, «earth is now a battlefield... War is coming, you have been chosen...» "What war? And chosen for what?" Gabriel asked with a wondering eye, «Will you be able to accept responsibilities, Gabriel? It is going to be one hell of a ride, but you will have celestial support» "I will!" He passionately accepted. «The war of the end of ages and there are going to be some friends like you, friends you must find and unite yourself with. You will defend this earth from the invaders. Your rivals shall possess men by day to usurp authority and by night they shall resurface as demon creatures, many people may suppose they are aliens, but I am preinforming you before time to know that they will invade earth to kill and end lives — a system of destruction. Only you can resist them now. Earth has been given to you to dominate and I can not break ranks because I have been constrained to attend to heavenly matters. It's up to you to not fail your world.» The angel of light took off from the terrestrial with its large wings. Gabriel cried, saying, "Wait, you have not given me any abilities yet!" «Search inwards, it's in you, Gab! You already know how to summon me when you need me!» "Wait! How?" Gabriel yelled, but it was too late now: the star was gone and it was up to him to take up responsibility. Everything about his supposed weakness changed when he woke up to discover angelic wings attached to his skin and an $80billion transfer to his bank account... A war between forces of dominion is activating...

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.

Jamie Aldridge never asked for this. He never asked for the system, for the power, for the missions that drag him deeper into Seattle’s underworld. But when life throws a digital demon into your head, what choice do you have? Play the game or get played. Simple. Except it’s not that simple. Because this game? It’s rigged. And the stakes? Well, they’re higher than Jamie could ever imagine. "Who the hell are you?" Jamie demanded, his voice rough with exhaustion, and his mind a tangled mess of fear and fury. The Broker smiled, a thin, calculated curve of lips that held no warmth. "I'm the man who’s going to change your life, Jamie. Or end it. Depends on how well you play." "Play?" Jamie spat, barely holding back the urge to punch that smug look off his face. "I’m not playing your game. Not anymore." The Broker’s eyes shone with a dark and knowing aura. "Oh, but you are. You just don’t realize it yet." Now Jamie’s on a collision course with forces beyond his control—shadowy figures who pull the strings, secrets buried so deep they might as well be myths, and a system that seems determined to push him to the brink. And just when he thinks he can’t take any more, life throws him another curveball: Emma. His unbearable bully of a wife. Pregnant. Yeah. Ain't gonna end well. In a world where survival is a day-to-day battle and the lines between ally and enemy blur with every step, Jamie has to figure out one thing—how to win when every move feels like a losing one. Because failure? It’s not an option. Not when his life, and the life of his unborn child, hangs in the balance.