The world has ended.
Cities burned. The sky fell. The gods fell from their thrones.
And when the destruction was complete, there was nothing left to destroy, the journey was not over - it was simply shifted.
A new dimension was revealed.
But the person who stepped into it was not the same being who once drowned the world in blood.
Fragments of foreign memories clung to his consciousness - voices that were not his, lives he had never lived. They combined, clashed, and decayed until the balance of his mind finally collapsed. What remained was neither evolution nor rebirth.
It has been deleted.
The man who had existed ceased to exist.
Time passed in a continuous cycle. Enough time for his name to be forgotten, for his origins to fade into myth. Now no trace of his former existence remains - neither in history nor in memory.
Yet evil is a thing that has a habit of defying oblivion.
Although his identity disappeared, the unwritten history he left behind disappeared. The world, desperate to explain his fear, even as it buried his original history and gave birth to a new one. They called him the devil. A disaster. A nightmare.
But names are dangerous things.
Because some names are eternal, never erased.
And when the superstitions of the past begin to resurface - when old legends are stirred up under the guise of new lies - it becomes clear that this is not just another demon with a borrowed title.
It was the awakening of a name that history does not forgive.
A name that is born not from worship, but from slaughter.
Slaughter God.