"I an, let's put an end to this charade."
The mont those words left her lips, the weak and exhausted aura surrounding Liliana vanished, replaced by a majestic presence as vast as the ocean.
*Boom!*
A blood-red aura erupted from her body, shaking the throne room as if a violent earthquake had struck.
A trendous pressure crashed down on Aragon and his supporters, forcing them to their knees, their bodies pinned to the floor, unable to move even a finger.
Aragon's face twisted in horror as the overwhelming force pressed down on him.
"How is this possible!?"
...
As one of the strongest races in the world, demons ruled over a vast territory that seed to stretch into infinity. Unlike humanity, which was divided between the Holy Empire of Elysium and the Holy Orthodox, the Demon Empire stood as the sole and absolute ruler of its lands.
Because of this, the Demon Empire's territory far surpassed that of both the Holy Empire of Elysium and the Holy Orthodox.
Yet, its vastness did not co at the cost of prosperity. On the contrary, the Demon Empire thrived, even surpassing the other two powers in certain aspects.
But now, a shocking phenonon sent ripples through the prosperous Demon Empire.
The once-bright blue sky abruptly darkened as a massive black cloud spread across the horizon, stretching endlessly and plunging the entire Demon Empire into complete darkness.
In every city, including the capital, all activity ca to an imdiate halt.
A chilling silence filled the air as demons across the empire felt their hearts race at the sight of the ominous phenonon.
"What's going on? Why are there such dark clouds in the middle of the day?" One of them asked, his voice trembling with fear.
The sight above looked like an on of the world's end, filling them with dread.
"I don't know... but could this be an enemy attack?" Another demon muttered, his face pale.
It was the only explanation that made sense. Yet, they couldn't fathom who possessed such overwhelming power to shroud the entire demon territory in darkness.
But suddenly...
"Look! This isn't an enemy attack—it's coming from the Imperial Palace!"
A demon pointed toward the distant palace, where a brilliant red light pierced through the sky.
The others imdiately turned their heads, their eyes widening in shock.
"If it ca from the Imperial Palace... then who could be behind it?" Soone asked, bewildered.
A heavy silence fell over them as their hearts pounded with a terrifying realization.
"The Demon Emperor... Liliana Crimson..."
...
As Liliana's devastating pressure erupted, the throne room beca suffocating and unbearably tense. The very air seed to warp, leaving everyone gasping, struggling to breathe.
"What a fool," Liliana muttered coldly.
With the slightest movent of her hands and feet, the chains binding her disintegrated into ash.
The sight drained the color from the faces of the Demon race's higher-ups, including Aragon, Zariel, and Noah.
Those chains were no ordinary restraints—they were forged through ancient techniques from an era thousands of years past.
No one, not even the Demon Emperor, was supposed to be able to break free.
Therefore, they were convinced that Liliana had no chance of breaking free from the chains.
Yet now, those chains shattered effortlessly in Liliana's hands, sending fear pounding through their hearts!
Liliana rose slowly, and her appearance began to shift.
A small mark appeared on her forehead, spreading like a spiderweb across her body.
The blood-red aura surrounding her darkened, turning pitch-black with streaks of violet.
If Leon were here, he would be stunned. That ominous aura was nearly identical to his chaos power—and only he knew how terrifying Liliana was in that form.
"After the fall of my first ancestor, Demon Emperor Amon Crimson, the demon race descended into chaos and disunity," Liliana spoke coldly.
"In that era, my second ancestor, Demon Emperor Morgan Crimson, rose and reunited our kind. He founded the Demon Empire and led the demon race into a new age."
Her indifferent, red eyes swept across the throne room. Under her overwhelming pressure, everyone—except for her loyal supporters—remained pinned to the floor, unable to move a muscle.
"To solidify his rule, Demon Emperor Morgan Crimson created eight powerful demons from his own blood—beings we now know as the Arch-Demons," she continued calmly, causing Aragon and his supporters to turn pale in an instant.
More than six thousand years had passed since the ergence of the first eight Arch-Demons, yet their history remained shrouded in mystery.
Many believed that the eight Arch-Demons were the strongest, personally chosen by Demon Emperor Morgan Crimson to fight the Three Heroes.
However, others argued that the Arch-Demons were directly created by the Demon Emperor himself using a special thod long lost to history.
The uncertainty surrounding their origins has led to endless speculation, with no one able to confirm the truth.
Only the Demon Emperors knew the truth, passing down their mories and powers to their successors—just as heroes left behind their techniques within holy weapons.
But now, Liliana had unveiled the truth—Demon Emperor Morgan Crimson created the first generation of Arch-Demons from his own blood, dispelling any doubts and uncertainties about their origins.
"In addition to creating the first eight Archdemons, Demon Emperor Morgan Crimson devised a powerful magic of restraint and control, binding it to the blood of every demon in existence. This magic is absolute and is passed down from one generation to the next."
Her red eyes glead with a dangerous light as she locked her gaze on Aragon and the other Archdemons.
"With this magic, the lives of all demons have always rested in the hands of the Demon Emperors throughout history. With a single command, any demon can be erased in an instant."
With that, she raised the fingers of her right hand. Monts later, red threads materialized from thin air.
The tips of the threads clung to her fingertips, while the other ends pierced directly into the hearts of every demon in the throne room.
The sight sent a chilling sensation through them, their chests tightening as their hearts pounded wildly. Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire
For so reason, they felt an air of death—as if there was a sharp axe hanging right above their heads.
A cold, indifferent smile curved Liliana's lips. Her piercing gaze bore into those who had betrayed and rebelled against her.
"With your very lives resting in my hands… how dare you defy ?"
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