Chapter 3.

The Conspiracy of Chaos.

Deep within the ancient temple where mortals had summoned the being known as **Death Mask**, whispers of ambition and power did not cease. Men, now aware of the immense knowledge they had gained, began to conspire among themselves.

They did not know Death Mask's real name; to them, he remained a figure shrouded in mystery and terror, a being of untold power and wisdom.

The leader of the group, a man with dark eyes and a sly smile, gathered his companions into a circle. The candle flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the temple.

Now that we possess the forbidden knowledge, we have the power to control the destinies of the realms, the leader said, his voice low, but filled with determination said:  we must be cautious. If we use this power recklessly, we will attract the wrath of the Great Immortal.

One of the men, a restless-looking young man, looked up. ¿What do you suggest then? We cannot simply stand here doing nothing.

We must use the knowledge to strengthen ourselves first, the leader replied. Consolidate our power, form alliances, and then act. We must not underestimate the extent of the power we possess.

As the men continued to plan, a dark, silent figure watched them from the shadows. It was one of Death Mask's loyal followers, sent to watch and report any activity that might threaten the balance of the realms.

In the Kingdom of Heaven, the Great Immortal watched with concern as the conspiracy among mortals arose. He knew that ambition and unbridled power could unleash chaos and destruction. He summoned Princeps Magnus Immortalis to his presence, his eyes filled with wisdom and sadness.

“Princeps Magnus Immortalis,” the Great Immortal began, his voice booming like thunder, your actions in the Human Realm have unleashed forces that threaten to unbalance the realms. You must return and right your wrongs.

The prince, his face stern and determined, nodded. I will, Great Immortal. I will not allow my knowledge to be used to cause destruction.

Remember, the Great Immortal warned, that mortals are fickle and dangerous when they possess power. You must be cunning and act wisely to restore balance.

Back in the Human Realm, Princeps Magnus Immortalis descended with his black wings outstretched, his crown of wraith shards glowing with an ominous glint. He knew he must face the growing darkness and the unbridled ambition of the mortals.

The men, seeing his presence, felt a mixture of reverence and fear. They knew they were in the presence of a divine being, whose power surpassed anything they could imagine.

Mortals, Death Mask said, his voice echoing in the temple, you have sought forbidden knowledge and now you must face the consequences of your actions. You cannot allow power to consume you.

The leader of the group, his gaze defiant, stepped forward. Great prince, we seek only to strengthen our kingdom and protect our people. The knowledge you have granted us can help us achieve this.

Power is not an end in itself, the prince replied. It must be used with wisdom and compassion. Otherwise, it will only unleash chaos and destruction.

Despite the prince's warnings, the seed of ambition was already planted in the hearts of the mortals. Some began to question their loyalty and their willingness to follow the prince's advice. The leader, however, understood the gravity of the situation, but his heart continued to waver.

In the Realm of Avernus, the demons watched with interest the growing tension in the Human Realm. Their leader, a being of fire and shadow known as “Ignis et umbra,” summoned his followers.

The summoning of Death Mask has unleashed forces that we can use to our advantage, Ignis said, with a malicious smile. Mortals are easy to manipulate when they are blinded by ambition.

¿What do you propose, my lord? one of the demons asked, his eyes shining with expectation.

We must incite chaos and discord among them, Ignis replied. Let them destroy each other, and when they are weak and vulnerable, we will take what belongs to us.

In the Realm of the Wraiths, restless souls continued to whisper. They sensed disturbance in the balance and knew that something great was about to happen. A spectre, older and wiser than the others, addressed his companions in a voice filled with solemnity.

The fate of the four kingdoms hangs in the balance. We must find a way to intervene and protect the balance.

The redemption of Princeps Magnus Immortalis is only the beginning of something much larger.

The wraiths, aware of the gravity of the situation, began to prepare for what was to come. They knew that the fate of the realms depended on their intervention, and they were willing to do whatever it took to protect the balance.

Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Heaven, the Great Immortal watched with hope. He knew that the redemption of his favorite would not be easy, but he was confident that Princeps Magnus Immortalis would find a way to restore balance.

He called together a council of angels, led by those who still held the purity of heart and wisdom necessary to guide mortals in these dark times.

We must support our prince in his mission, the Great Immortal said. The fate of the realms is in his hands, and it is our responsibility to ensure that he succeeds.

The angels, their hearts filled with determination, prepared to descend to the Human Realm and offer their support to Princeps Magnus Immortalis, also respected as Death Mask.