Barak laughed, like a manic, his maniac laughter echoing sound that seemed to fill the forest. The darkness around him seemed to pulse with joy, feeding on his madness. He had found his purpose. He would grow stronger, and when the time came, he would destroy Nero and claim his place as the rightful ruler of the world, such was his delusion.
In his dimension, the demon watched with amusement. Its lips curled into a satisfied smile, a glass of mysterious red wine in its hand. The game had begun, and its pawn had made the first move.
"Interesting," the demon murmured, its voice a silken whisper. "Things are about to become very, very interesting."
The storm was brewing. And Barak Raizen was at its heart, his path paved with blood and darkness.
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