From ancient times till now, man had always sort the divine.
They looked to the skies and searched for a greater meaning to their existence.
Whether it was the worship of the moon, stars or even the sun.
Giving personification to the heavenly bodies, and worshiping them as such.
It had never changed. A god was one that had all the weakness of human beings perfected in them.
A god was eternally rich, never sick, ever giving, an best of all, had eternal life.
That last one was most important, as human beings were creatures with mortality around their necks waiting carefully for when it would seize their merger life.
Many would pray to the heavenly bodies for an extension of life, hoping that they could live more, or perhaps save the life of a loved one.
When the heavens did not answer, they looked down below.
Human being was such a creature. Desperate for something to believe in.
If heaven was not going to give them their miracle, then why not hell.
For this reason, the worship of devils and demons became a common practice.
Summoning of exotic creatures and beasts from the unknown to take away the weakness of man in diseases and weakness.
However, with miracles came a side that mankind did not expect. For in the foundational nature of either demons or devils was the kindred need for destruction.
A spread of malice, and a greater founding for death.
How was man to deal with this?
The heavens won't answer and the creatures that answered came with even more curses after their blessings.
However, man in their ever incredibility for adaption, worked hard until they discovered a solution to the problem.
For you see these beasts that spread curses after death had a fundamental weakness to them, and that was their name.
A demons name lied in the foundation of their bloodline. It was a direct access to their soul itself.
Regardless of the name given to them, their own bloodline formulated a name for them.
Some names were short. Some were longer, but the realization opened a new door.
With the name of a demon, one could speak directly to its bloodline and direct its soul to do one's binding.
However, getting the name of a demon was harder than climbing a ladder made of poisonous thorns leading all the way to heaven.
Only a hand full of humans managed such a daring and incredible feat.
That was a time long before the Apocalypse.
Now however, things were a lot more different, but at the foundation, they were still the same.
Most Higher level Demons that ruled over other demons had their true names, and as such could control the lower ones.
Half borns being half human and half demons also inherited this trait. However, there's was a little more complicated.
Firstly, it was not a coincidence that Gladiators were titled in letters and numbers. This was to hold back on naming until the right time.
Because of their demon half origins, naming for half borns was very different. It could either increase their power or forever limit it.
Therefore, it was put on hold until the time was deemed right.
Like demons, halfborns could generate True names.
And like all demons, True names came with power. Sometimes, it could come with so much magical power that could even defy common sense.
To avoid the rebellion in case such a thing happened, which of course at a certain level of strength was inevitable, demon masters did something else.
They forced a False-True name on halfborns they thought was worthy.
These False-true names would force corruption in the bloodline of the halfborn, and prevent another True name from popping up.
This was another method of control Demons used on Halfborns that had become strong enough to fight for them.
For gladiators, to serve one's Arena Master was seen as the greatest of honors.
To be named by one was even greater.
Of course these were lies that demons ensured sank deep into those that had been named.
After a False-True name had been given, the Half born could choice to have a regular name to be called by.
When half borns of a certain caliber battled, it was customary to introduce one's self according to the standing of oneself with their Arena master.
Of course, having a False-True name came with weaker power as opposed to the strength one would have gotten from a True name, but it still came with significant power.
The fight between Razor and Manta was significant prove of that.
Razor could tap into better power within his bloodline as a result of his False-True name given by his Arena master.
Usually, the gap between every rank was not an easy one to breach.
For demons, it took many years to get promoted from one rank to the other. Although half borns because of their Human adaptability traits took much shorter period, it still did not get rid of the fact that each rank had a huge golf in between.
Manta on the other hand had not been Given a False-True name.
However, like Crusher, she still gave herself a normal name.
This was the reason she introduced herself by saying she was 'Self named'.
Although it looked to be an easy thing, but it was nothing but easy to give a False-true name.
In fact, it was nearly impossible to do so to other demons, and the process was only made easy because half borns were half humans.
Manta took a long look at Razor. She Knew that if she needed to get rid of the reptilian face before her eyes, brute strength was not going to be enough.
She Suddenly used her right hand to grab her left shoulder.
*CRACK!*
CRACKING sounds could be heard as she dislocated her own shoulder and then with force, she ripped her own hand out.
The flesh and meat tearing apart like a dog feasting on a live turkey, ripping it apart like it was not her own hand, and with no care whatsoever...
(Author's note: Okay! I gave double chapters for the weekend. I hope you guys liked it. I gat reading to do. Paper tomorrow. still in the business of accept gifts pls. thanks fams!)
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