( Throne room, The Demon Castle )
Daemonacles had his own wild imaginations on what the throne room of the demon king might be like, however, when he finally arrived at the venue, he was completely blown away by the gore filled grandeur of the place.
The whole place scread of violence with skulls of vanquished enemies littered everywhere.
The overall atmosphere was extrely suppressive and Daemonacles felt his breaths coming in short bursts, rather than his usual calm rhythm.
However, if one could look past the demon-kind’s unexplainable love for violence, the place could only be described as majestically beautiful.
The throne room resembled an ancient church in many ways.
The halls were wide and tall, with natural light falling in through small slits near the ceiling, illuminating the otherwise pitch dark place.
And at the center, where usually a statue of a deity was placed, there was the Demon King, sat atop his throne, as he looked down on Daemonacles with a cold indifference in his eyes.
It almost felt like nothing in the world could cause those indifferent eyes to spark, because there was nothing worthy in this world that could excite the Demon King.
His aloofness, coupled with his majestic body and attire, made him look like the manifestation of the Death God, as Daemonacles felt awe-struck in his presence.
‘So this is him…this is the legendary Demon King!’ Daemonacles thought, as for a mont he forgot how to breathe, feeling overwheld by the weight of the situation that had overturned his natural instincts.
The man who sat before him was the greatest NPC boss of this ga.
The strongest warrior who had tad a dragon.
A legend unlike any other.
“Dino, why have you brought a human to this chamber at this hour? The council eting is not scheduled until two days later–” The demon king said, his voice sounding hoarse and deep, as he seed displeased by this sudden visit.
“Apologies, your eminence, however, this human is the ssenger of the black robed man.
He claims he has brought information for you that you requested from the human side and that he must deliver it to you personally” Dino said, as listening to this response, Anos shuffled on his throne, his cold eyes constructing, as he did not seem amused by the lie.
“Ca here to deliver the information that ‘I’ requested? Very well, what information do you bring for ? human?” Anos asked, as the second he focused his gaze on Daemonacles’s body, he suddenly lost control over his in-ga character, and fell flat on his belly as if a five tonne rock was crushing him.
“Choose your next words carefully human, for they may be your last” Anos said, as although he did not even lift his finger, just the aura artifact he had on him, was enough to suppress soone like Daemonacles completely.
‘What ridiculous strength!’ Daemonacles thought, as unaware that the Demon King had a special artifact to achieve this effect, he misunderstood this strength to be the Demon King’s own, just like the rest of the world did.
“P-please…. Take a look at this scroll before you kill –” Daemonacles pleaded, pulling out the scroll entrusted to him by ChaosBringer, as before he even had the chance to say a single word, he was already pushed down to his last resort by the violent Demon King.
“Very well….” Anos said, feeling intrigued, as he refrained from killing Daemonacles on the spot, and signaled for Dino to bring him the sealed scroll.
“Pray you don’t die… FOOLISH HUMAN” Dino said, snatching the scroll from Daemonacles’s hand as he respectfully approached the throne and kneeled as he offered it to his king.
*RIP*
Tearing the seal open, Anos unflurred the scroll in his hands only to be hit with a series of small drawings.
The drawings showed the journey of a small demon child, whose father secured a dragon egg for him.
Then, the mont that black dragon hatched, the young demon bound with the dragon, however, this secret was not known to the world for years.
In the end, many years later, the young demon beca the next king and rode that dragon into a great human city, where he t the black robed man.
It was the story of the Demon King’s life, and a subtle threat, that the human who wrote this scroll knew about the true circumstances as to how Anos truly tad Drogo.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA—” Anos laughed, almost hysterically, as he understood the drawings perfectly.
Although they were drawn by a human, art was a universal language.
Despite the racial differences between them, Anos understood the underlying threat conveyed by this image precisely, and it made him laugh rather hysterically.
His usually cold eyes, that seed like they would never spark up, suddenly brightened, as he felt the thrill of the hunt rushing through his veins once again.
How long had it been since he was last threatened?
It has been a long ti indeed, as Anos could not even recall an incident since he beca King where his authority had been challenged.
Reading the scroll, he felt oddly refreshed, as the nervousness of his act being finally exposed, made his skin tingle with anticipation.
‘Will he do it? Will the human really dare to expose ?’ He wondered, as just the thought of being caught after all these years made him chuckle out even louder.
His aura strengthened, as Dino who stood beside him felt unusually stifled by the pressure.
As a loyal subordinate, he could feel that the Demon King was riled up, and was ready to go to war, however, he could not understand why?
Today was the first ti that he saw the King behave this way, and it scared him to his bone.
It was him who had brought the human here, and if the scroll contained sothing profane, he might have to share the bla alongside the humans… which was an outco that terrified him to his bones.
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