Sybil Coal

What is the purpose of hell? Is it a place through which the detached souls would wander? Or is it a mere accumulation of demonic energy? What if I told you that it could eventually be both? No matter the mightiness of strife, the unyielding law of nature, which would always keep the world in balance, was the clear separation between the realm of demons and the realm of the grounded. They simply couldn't touch each other as dimensions kept them apart. As such, not once in the thousand-year long history of this world has there been a record of war between the two. The races of the ground came to know about the demons through mysterious megaliths that seemed to have outlived the generations. And the races in hell were told by their supreme ruler, the 1st Great Demon, about inferior existences outside their perception.

But what lasts forever? The destruction of everything starts just like any other idea, as an egg. From the shell, you'd never know anything was wrong. It's what's inside that matters. First there was a will, the appetite for domination. This will, limited at first, spread from demon to demon. Soon they'd be born under such will, and in such a doctrine was born along them - Conquer what can't be seen. Whether or not it was real, the response certainly was. Demonic energy universally kept pouring toward that will for as long as some kin even believed hell would exist. And when this occurs, what starts as an egg can become a monster.

An egg appeared floating on the lava of the Styx, the lone river of hell so hot that minor demons wouldn't dare think about touching it with bare skin. It was the moment in which each living being could hear the roaring laughter of the 1st Great Demon. The egg cracked, and out of molded lava came the will of all demons, a hellhound whose shining eyes could see what can't be seen. They gave her the name Sybil. Her intangible eyes were feared and her demonic blood respected by everyone. All of demonkind knew that she was the one of the predicted prophecies. She was the only existing demon to cross the insuperable barriers set by the dimensions under which they had lived since the dawn of time.

Her eyes were that absolute, holding the power to fully deconstruct both the life and destiny of the target. In that sense, some even called her Mother of Vaticination. Analyzing everything that was to be found in the realm of the grounded and finding the key to interdimensional traveling was her one purpose. It was told to her by her progenitor, the supreme ruler. She didn't question the interminable wisdom of the one person she didn't dare use her powers on. That is, until she eventually reached the place her whole race was meant to conquer.

In it, the first thing she had learned was a further nature of truth. Her energy, albeit still overwhelmingly strong in the context of the world, had been drastically weakened. It was to the point of even being able to completely disguise herself as a being therefrom. Just occasionally would the demonic aura still leak through involuntary contractions of the new body. She deemed it as mere matters of getting used to it, yet all humans described it as hiccups. So what exactly was the truth? Waves on a beach, the laugh of a child? Or perhaps there are competing truths. The truth of the mind, the truth of the heart. If all the apples are bruised, then it is the unbruised apple that is bad.

Despite introducing herself as demonkind, even then no one would believe her. For she is unbruised, that is not true. In a world where only one demon lived, curiosity out of personal interest began to rise. It was a development no one could have foreseen as she herself was an entity of unpredictable nature. As time passed, she learned emotions unique to humanity. She slowly started to adapt to it, then to think it, and then to feel it. Her mission of conquering such a place? "My name is Sybil Coal, and it can wait ... Hic!