Prologue
“Help…”
The voice trembled, barely alive.
Help… for what?
A mistake?
Disobedience?
No.
Betrayal.
But betrayal of whom?
The devil?
Or the god of death?
No…
…both.
And when both stand before you—when the devil and the god of death exist within one power—who is left to save you?
No one.
Because the man who ruled this place had drawn a line no one dared to cross.
Cross it… and the devil would make you suffer.
Die… and the god of death would deny you peace.
“Tch… tch… tch…”
A slow, mocking sound cut through the air.
“‘Help’… ‘help’… ‘help’…” the man repeated, voice dripping with boredom. “Is that all you know?”
He crouched in front of the trembling figure.
WHO?
A SHADOW.
.
.
his most trusted executioner was feared almost as much as his master.
In one hand, he held a pair of iron pliers, tightly gripping the victim’s tongue.
In the other, a pair of scissors gleamed faintly under the dim light.
“I prefer screams,” he said softly. “They carry… honesty.”
The trembling man shook violently. “P-please… have mercy… sir-!”
“Mercy?” The executioner tilted his head slightly, amused. “You chose the wrong place to look for it.”
“They took my wife… my daughter…” the man cried, words breaking apart. “He said if I didn’t obey, he’d sell my daughter after destroying her… I had no choice-!”
The grip on his tongue tightened.
“I refused to betray the chief!” he rushed out desperately. “I swear! But then he sent me my wife’s hand… in a parcel… I-”
Silence.
Heavy.
Crushing.
The executioner didn’t move.
Didn’t react.
And somehow… that was worse.
Then-
A scream.
Sharp. Violent. Endless.
It tore through the air, echoing into the open sky. The scent of blood spread, metallic and thick, mixing with the salty breath of the sea.
The man’s cries grew louder… more broken… more desperate.
But no one came.
No one ever came.
“Put him… into the open cage.”
The command came from behind—deep, calm, and far more terrifying than the screams.
Authority didn’t need to shout.
It simply existed.
Even the executioner paused.
At the far end, seated upon a throne carved like thorns—his throne—sat the man who ruled this nightmare.
Who was he?
…
…
Samael.
The devil…
…and the god of death.
“Yes, Chief.”
The executioner straightened instantly, releasing the broken man without a second thought.
The executioner,
Was none other than “VSR”
People feared with him almost as much as his master
Two guards stepped forward, dragging the screaming figure away as he begged, cried, and shattered completely.
But their Chief…
…was merciless.
They hauled him to the edge—where an iron cage waited.
Open.
Hungry.
They threw him inside and slammed it shut.
The man clawed at the bars, screaming for a mercy that didn’t exist.
“Throw it into the water.”
The executioner gave the order, this time his voice carrying Samael’s will.
Final.
The guards obeyed.
They lifted the cage…
Swung it outward…
And dropped it.
Not into just any water.
Into the sea.
Endless.
Dark.
Unforgiving.
Because this-
This was no ordinary place.
This was the middle of the ocean.
His territory.
His kingdom.
Where escape didn’t exist.
Where death wasn’t a mercy.
And where Samael ruled as both-
The devil…
…and the god of death.
