In the depths of Hell, where the air reeked of sulfur and the ground pulsed with molten fire, demons gathered. Their twisted forms, wreathed in flickering flames, spoke in an ancient, guttural language lost to time. Their bodies burned, not with a blinding light, but with a deep, smoldering glow—raw, living fire that served as both their flesh and their armor.
At the heart of this infernal gathering, seven colossal thrones loomed over the lesser demons. Upon them sat the Seven Kings of Hell, each radiating an overwhelming presence of power. One of them finally spoke, his voice like a crack of thunder.
"It has been long since the Difa—the Egg of Evil—fell to this realm. But it did not remain."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. They all knew what had happened. The Difa had shattered, releasing its essence into the world above. The evil it held had escaped.
"We must reclaim what was lost," another king declared.
As one, the Seven Kings raised their hands, summoning a flame unlike any other. A blue fire, cold yet deadly, erupted from their palms and spiraled into the air. This was no ordinary flame—it was a force of fate, an entity with a will of its own. It would choose the one worthy of the mission.
The gathered demons stood motionless, waiting, as the blue fire pulsed and twisted. Then, without warning, it shot forward—straight toward a single figure.
Daki.
A female demon, her form sculpted from shadows and embers, stood at the receiving end of the fire's judgment. The moment it touched her, the flames around her body flared wildly, consuming her in a brilliant blue inferno. Gasps of shock and murmurs of recognition filled the air. The fire had made its choice.
She was the one. The chosen hunter.
The mission to retrieve the lost evil had begun.