Demiurge watched in interest as the building collapsed and humans ran in every direction, trying to get away from the place. Soon he could see a dark decaying wing rising from the back of the same boy who had accepted his proposal. Interest gleamed in his crystalline eyes as he observed the once frail boy accomplishing feats that should be impossible for him. Demiurge knew his eyes weren't deceiving him, he felt that the boy wasn't entirely human, and now his assumption proved to be correct.

Although the body staggered it was obvious that the boy's power level had risen, and not only by little from the looks of it. Demiurge watched as the boy pointed his sword to the sky, and then let his hand fall. A shadow of darkness shot out in a straight dense line devouring everything in its wake.

Demiurge's eyes gleamed in anticipation. He couldn't help himself. He flew down and decided to test the limits of the boy's power. From the looks of it the boy had jumped from around level 10 to 40. It was an unforeseen outcome. Demiurge would analyze, understand, and see if he could replicate the phenomenon, — it would be a great addition to the underground tomb of Nazarick.

The boy seemed to react on instinct as he turned towards him. Demiurge noted that one of the boy's eyes was obscured by darkness while the other was wholly red and blood trickled down his face. The boy's wing was dripping a dark corroding liquid, — when it touched the ground it melted away.

Interesting, — he thought. The man would be the most peculiar test subject, but he knew too little. About the boy's strange ability and about the world. He would test the boy's power briefly and return later to collect this lab rat. Now then, how should he probe at the boy's limits? He wouldn't risk facing the boy himself because he didn't have confirmation that the boy couldn't just power up once more. After a moment's consideration he had decided, he called out. "Come forth, evil lord of wrath!"

…

Shinoa felt like she was hit in the head. It was throbbing intensely when she regained consciousness, she felt something, or rather someone pulling on her leg, trying to drag away her body. What was going on? — she thought and opened her eyes to get a read on the situation.

All around her there was destruction, collapsed buildings, unmoving bodies, rivers of blood. As her hearing returned, she could hear distant outcries for mercy followed by the crunching sound of bones breaking, shattering under impossible pressure.

Her eyes widened when she laid eyes on a familiar figure. On the bottom of a 25ft diameter crater she saw a bloodied boy, his demon army uniform ripped to shreds, deep wounds etched across his body, he laid there — motionless.

"Yu!" She cried out, hoping for a reaction, yet none came.

She staggered to her feet and saw that a hand was indeed clutching her ankle, but the one to whom the arm belonged to was nowhere to be found. It was only a hand… separated from a body.

She leapt back, kicking off the dead meat from her legs, as she hastily crawled away. In her hurry she fell and rolled down into the huge crater, her line of vision continued to spin until she came to halt, crashing into a body, — Yu's body. She shrieked in terror, as she finally understood the weight of the situation, while she frantically shook Yu's body, desperately hoping that he would wake. She needed him. She might put up a brave front, but the truth of the matter was — she was afraid, terrified beyond measure.

"Yu! W- wake up! Please you have to wake up! Y- You can't leave me!" There was no reaction.

She began frantically scanning for others, but the crater was deep, and she could not see over its edge.

…

She managed to calm down a little after confirming that Yu was still breathing. Thank the heavens. She gazed at the broken body of the poor boy… "Oh Yu, I hope everyone is alright." She said before exhaustion took over, and she drifted off to sleep, unaware of the shadow stalking her.

At a distant rooftop.

"Unbelievable. Amazing! To think that the boy could hold up so well against the lord of wrath. Simply incredible! I can't wait to see what else this boy is hiding." The archdevil mused as he looked over at wrath's battered form. Even though he could only summon a weaker version of his lords of sin, he hadn't expected this. There were several deep cuts, and dents on his body, each oozing a disturbing, repulsive dark liquid which kept eating away at his body.

The archdevil let his grin stretch from ear to ear as he turned around, his audience visibly shrank under the cruel visage which promised nothing but torment. Poor children were unfortunate enough to run right into his grasp while they were escaping from the destruction the earlier battle had wrought.

"Now then, I believe it is time to take our leave." The frightened children couldn't even nod under the pressure the fiend was emanating, but it was plain to see even for them that the cruel demon reveled in their suffering.

"What are you waiting for?" He asked, and the children gulped audibly.

"Move, I won't ask you again." Several pair of eyes dilated, as they found that they lost all control over their bodies, — they moved to align with the devil's will. To satisfy its cruel design.

The archdevil grabbed an unconscious girl, and a boy dressed in the demon army's uniform before turning around and making a welcoming gesture, the children could only shudder as a black swirling mass of energy came into existence.

"Move through the Gate." The fiend instructed before stepping through the portal, the children following not far behind.