From the Dark Den, the Devil's plan began to move.
Not with fire.Not with destruction.But with people.
The Three Evils spread across the shadow-covered planet, no longer appearing as monsters. They walked as whispers, as thoughts, as emotions that felt familiar.
Fear.Anger.Jealousy.Hopelessness.
They found people who were broken by loss, confused by the sudden darkness, or angry at a world that had failed them.
The Evils did not force control.
They entered the mind.
A quiet voice would speak:
"You were ignored.""You were hurt.""You deserve power."
One by one, people began to change.
Their eyes dulled.Their thoughts twisted.Their hearts hardened.
They still looked human.They still spoke like humans.
But inside, their minds were bound to the Devil's will.
The Rise of the Shadowed Ones
These controlled people became something new.
Not fully evil beings…but Shadowed Ones.
They spread through cities and villages, influencing others. A single Shadowed One could corrupt many—turning friends against friends, leaders against their own people.
No one knew who to trust anymore.
Even families felt the divide.
The Evil of Deception strengthened the control, weaving lies into truth.The Evil of Domination tightened the mental chains.The Evil of Destruction waited patiently, feeding on the growing chaos.
Above all of them, the Devil watched.
"An army that thinks it is free," the Devil said calmly,"is the strongest army of all."
A World Falling Quietly
There were no great battles.
No warnings in the sky.
Just a slow change.
Schools closed.Cities went silent.Resistance disappeared—not because it was crushed, but because it was converted.
The planet did not scream.
It went quiet.
And far away, among the stars, the Titans remained unaware—still believing the evil force had been sealed forever.
But deep in the Dark Den, the Devil smiled.
The universe was no longer facing an external enemy.
It was facing evil wearing a human face.