Two worlds specifically the human world and demo world
Human World...
"Dexter! You're going to be late for school—again!" his mom called out, keys jingling in her hand. "And I'll be late for work if you don't hurry up!"
She was already halfway out the door, ready to drop him off at college before heading to her job.
Mrs. Clara Viton—Dexter's mom and his only parent—had been raising him alone ever since his dad vanished two years after he was born. An archaeologist by profession, Clara spent her days digging into ancient artifacts and unraveling forgotten mysteries. But this morning, the only mystery she couldn't solve was her son's sudden resistance to school.
"I don't want to go, Mom," Dexter muttered, dragging his feet. "I feel like I don't belong there. No one talks to me... it's like I don't exist."
Clara paused, her expression softening as she looked at him—her quiet, thoughtful boy who always seemed more connected to the past than the present
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Amazed, Mrs. Clara sat down and gently pulled her son closer.
"Dexter," she said softly, "you've only been in that school for two months. Give it some time. You'll adjust… make new friends, okay?"
Dexter didn't look convinced. He nodded slowly, not wanting to argue but clearly reluctant. As he stepped out of the house, Clara called after him, "And please, close the door behind you!"
He did, just as she started the car. Moments later, she pulled away from the driveway, tires screeching slightly as she sped off down the road. She dropped Dexter off and headed straight to work.
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At Work
"Mrs. Clara!" shouted Sheila, her personal assistant, the moment she walked through the office doors.
Clara blinked. "Sheila? What is it?"
"The ring! It's glowing! You've got to see this!"
Without another word, Clara followed Sheila briskly down the hallway to the research lab. There, sitting in a sealed glass case, was the ring—the ring her husband had entrusted her with years ago. It pulsed with a strange, eerie light, as if it had come alive.
"It's happening," Clara whispered, staring at the ring. "My research… I was right."
The legend she had studied for years told of a demonic relic—one that awakened once every century under a full moon. A ring that served as a bridge to another world: the demon realm. And now, it was stirring. The power within it was returning. Once it reached its peak, it would respond only to the chosen Demon King.
"We need to call an emergency board meeting," Clara said, her voice firm. Sheila nodded and ran off to make the arrangements.
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Minutes Later, in the Boardroom
Clara stood before the company's top executives, the glowing ring displayed on the screen behind her.
"My research was correct all along," she began. "The Demon Ring has awakened. We believe it's reaching full power, and when the full moon rises—"
"You're saying demons will start coming through?" interrupted one of the board members, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. Possibly even before the full moon. The ring is a gateway—"
There was a moment of stunned silence... then laughter.
The CEO leaned forward, shaking his head. "Mrs. Clara, you've not only embarrassed yourself, you've embarrassed this entire institution. We funded your research expecting real science, not fairy tales. You're dismissed."
The room emptied quickly, leaving Clara and Sheila speechless.
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Meanwhile, at School
Dexter wasn't having a great day either. Despite his best efforts, he hadn't made any friends yet. Most students called him a nerd. He sat alone in class, ate lunch alone in the cafeteria, read alone in the library, and walked home by himself every day.
But what neither he nor Clara knew was that everything was about to change.
Soon, the ring would choose.
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After work, Mrs. Clare walked home alone. On her way, she stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few things. By the time she got home, Dexter was already on the couch, eyes fixed on the television.
"Hey honey, how was school today?" she asked, setting her bags down.
"Same, Mom," Dexter mumbled without looking away.
Mrs. Clare walked over and ruffled his hair gently. "Don't be sad, sweetheart. You'll adjust soon, I promise. Let me take a quick shower—then I'll whip up something special for dinner. Guess what? It's your favorite."
That finally brought a smile to Dexter's face.
A short while later, freshly bathed and in her cozy homewear, Mrs. Clare was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of delicious pasta in rich, savory sauce. The aroma began to fill the house.
Suddenly—GBRAAAAAAAA!
A deafening crash echoed through the house.
"Dexter?! What was that?" Mrs. Clare shouted, startled, her heart racing as she turned off the stove.
"I didn't do anything!" Dexter called back, eyes wide. "I swear, Mom, I didn't touch anything!"
Before she could respond, the lights flickered—and then went out, plunging the house into darkness
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Footsteps scraped against the gravel outside. A low, guttural groan followed—unnatural, chilling.
Mrs. Clare froze. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drumbeat. She turned and hurried through the dim hallway, her breath shallow, her hands shaking.
She found Dexter standing alone in the shadows. Without a word, she pulled him close, clutching him tightly.
He didn't flinch. His eyes were fixed on the door. He wasn't afraid.
But the sounds outside grew louder. Closer. Heavier.
Then—
BOOM!
The wooden door shattered inward, splinters flying through the air as it crashed to the floor.
Mrs. Clare let out a blood-curdling scream