Long before time had a name, when silence cradled the stars and the cosmos breathed in harmony, there existed a divine being—a god unlike any other. From infinite wisdom and boundless compassion, he shaped existence from the void. Where once there was nothing, he crafted light. Where silence reigned, he spoke creation into being.
He was not alone.
By his side stood the angels—radiant beings of order and love, protectors of the divine will. They danced through the cosmos like living stardust, guardians of the harmony their god had sown.
But even in paradise… imperfection can take root.
The god, in his infinite love, wished for more than obedience. He longed to create life with choice. Beings who could rise—or fall. Who could love, hate, dream, and despair. And so, he gave the universe its most dangerous gift: free will.
From divine thought and celestial breath, he formed Earth. Vast skies. Endless oceans. Vibrant lands. Life bloomed, delicate and wild, guided by unseen hands. But as light spread… so too did shadow.
Among the angels was one who questioned everything.
He was once the brightest among them, gifted with beauty and power. But within him, pride took root. Doubt festered. His name… was Satan.
He whispered rebellion into the minds of others. "Why serve mortals?" he said. "Why bow, when we were born perfect?"
And the angels listened.
Where unity once reigned, ambition now burned. What began as whispers turned to defiance—then to war.
Heaven trembled.
Satan, consumed by the Seven Vices—Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Pride, and Envy—rose against the Seven Virtues: Kindness, Wisdom, Willpower, Justice, Fearlessness, Gratitude, and Faith.
The god wept as battle stained the skies. He summoned the Flame of Infinity—holy fire that burned not flesh, but spirit—and cast Satan and his followers into it. But even sacred flame could not unmake him.
Satan endured. Twisted. Changed. Beyond redemption.
And so, God tore Heaven in two. One half remained pure. The other became Hell.
Two gates were born: the Gate of Heaven, and the Gate of Hell. When humans were created, they were given the choice—to follow the divine, or be seduced by the whispers of damnation.
But Satan had one last plan.
He weaved a curse so powerful, it would seal Heaven's gate for good. God, watching creation teeter on the edge of darkness, made one final sacrifice. He reached within and tore out his heart—his very soul—and cast it into the world.
The heart shattered.
Seven fragments fell to Earth.
And within each fragment lived a virtue. A light. A hope.
They chose seven humans.
The Sharp Users.
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Fragments of Light – Between Dreams and Shadows
Ever since I was a child, I dreamed of fire and shadows.
Every night, I'd wake up breathless, heart racing, drenched in sweat. Demons whispered in languages I didn't know. Black skies stretched endlessly. Sometimes I ran. Sometimes I hid. Sometimes I died.
And then I'd wake up again… in my bed.
I tried to tell people. Friends. Teachers. My parents. "I'm not dreaming," I said. "It's something else."
They laughed. Called me crazy. Said I needed help.
Then came the bullying.
I was shoved, mocked, ignored. But truthfully? I barely noticed. Because even when they pushed me down… my mind was still trapped in that world. That place. That nightmare.
My grades collapsed. I couldn't focus. Teachers called me lazy. My parents were helpless.
So I tried something else.
I faked it.
Smiled. Nodded. Studied. Fell. Got up. Tried again.
Years passed. I wasn't the best. I wasn't the worst. I was just… surviving. And for once, I felt proud. Until the dreams came back.
Stronger. Sharper. Real.
Because they weren't dreams. They never were.
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"Akira! Don't just stand there being lazy!"
The voice of Fearless snapped me back to reality—if you could call this battlefield that. I blinked at the demon in front of me, a twisted thing of smoke and teeth.
"I wasn't… I mean…" My voice trailed off.
Wisdom stepped forward, calm as always. "You're overwhelmed. You only just realized this is real, right?"
I nodded slowly. "I've got questions. But they can wait. Right now… we fight."
I charged.
"RAAAH!!"
The demon barely flinched.
I was swatted from the air like a fly.
"Akira!" Kindness cried, rushing to my side. "Hold on—I'll heal you!"
"You idiot," Fearless muttered. "You still think these demons are NPCs?"
"Shut up, Fearless," I growled, coughing.
"Enough!" Faith stepped between us. "Believe in yourselves—and fight!"
Then—
"Hey! I found a way to free these trapped souls!" Creatifity's voice rang out.
Fearless groaned. "So boring…"
"Don't fall asleep now!" Justice barked, throwing him into his own shadow portal.
Even with the chaos around me, my thoughts spiraled.
Fourteen years.
Fourteen years I've died and returned.
Wisdom masters new techniques every day. The others grow stronger. Me? I just die.
But I won't stop.
Even if I fall, I'll keep rising.
With new resolve, I stood.
And charged.
And died again.
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When I opened my eyes… I was back.
Back in my bed. Back in my life. Back in the lie.
I went through the motions. School. Homework. Pretending to be normal.
Then—
Buzz.
[Group Call — Sharp Users]
"Akira, what's up?" Justice grinned through the screen.
"Your moves yesterday were sick," he added. "And Wisdom, as always—brilliant."
Wisdom was quiet. "We made progress… but something felt off."
"Off how?" I asked.
"I sensed something. A demon stronger than anything we've faced. It's coming. Sleep early—we'll need everyone tomorrow."
The call ended.
I stared at my books. My test. My life.
They say they need everyone… but what can I do?
Still… I couldn't let them face it alone.
I worked. Studied. Fought the clock.
1:03 AM.
Shit.
I dove into bed, mind spinning.
Sleep finally came.
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And when I opened my eyes—
Hell waited.
Flames burned. Screams echoed. My team was surrounded.
"You're late!" Wisdom roared.
"Fearless is trapped in Kadewm!" someone shouted.
Then—
Wisdom was struck down.
"NOOO!!"
The battlefield fell silent. Akira stood frozen, hands trembling. The smell of ash filled his lungs. He took a step forward—but his foot sank into blood-soaked soil.
The others fought, screamed, cried.
But he couldn't move.
Not again…
A shadow loomed behind him.
A claw reached forward.
Akira turned—and saw death.
Then—blackness.
His eyes snapped open in his bed.
Sweat clung to his skin. His chest rose and fell in gasps.
The sun hadn't risen yet.
And he already knew—tonight, it would happen again.
And next time, someone else might not wake up.