That Time I Got Turn Anafabula!

On a deadly, forgotten planet where nothing seed alive, the land was covered in strange white bones that looked like sharp rocks and actually they were actually rocks!. Tall purple trees stood here and there, but none of them had fruit. They looked empty and dead, just like the rest of the place.

Above the land, the sky was pitch black. There was no moon, no stars, and not even the faintest light. Everything was quiet—so quiet it felt like the planet itself had stopped breathing.

Except for one strange place.

In the middle of the empty land stood a small city—if you could call it that. It looked more like a military camp. The walls were made from dark tal and stone, strong and cold. Soldiers moved around like shadows, and in the center of it all stood a tall, creepy-looking palace.

Inside that palace, in a grand bedroom made only for the king, a strange creature was lying on a bed. His face was turned up toward the dark ceiling. His skin was pure white, like bone, but so parts of his body were black—his right shoulder, a few fingers, and parts of his legs. He had two short horns sticking out of his head. Clearly, he wasn’t human. He looked like a demon from a nightmare.

And right now, he was having a nightmare.

His body shook. Sweat rolled down the sides of his face. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth trembled as he scread in his sleep.

“No! Please… spare ! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!”

His terrified voice echoed through the cold halls.

Within seconds, soone rushed into the room.

The man who entered looked a bit like the sleeping creature, but bigger and stronger. His armor was sharper and darker, and the way he walked showed authority and strength. He wasn’t just a guard—He looked like a knight or general.

He ran over to the bed and carefully shook the sleeping demon awake.

“My liege… My liege, wake up!” the general said softly but urgently.

It took a few more calls before the demon’s eyes shot open. He sat up quickly, gasping for breath.

“Huff… huff…” His chest rose and fell with each breath, and fear filled his red eyes.

When he finally looked at the man beside him, a wave of relief washed over him.

“Zorgoth?” he whispered. “It’s you…”

The general nodded gently. “Yes, my liege. That nightmare again?” he asked with a worried look. “King Xantus, are you really alright? You’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately… Even our army hasn’t had rest in ten long years.”

Xantus sat on the edge of the bed. His hands were shaking slightly, but his face slowly changed. The fear faded. In its place, ca a fire—a strong look of determination.

He stood up, eyes burning with purpose.

“It’s just a dream,” he said, more to himself than to Zorgoth. “It can’t hurt . And besides… everything I’m doing is for a reason....so that I can get rid of this dream,

So that no one else ever has to feel this fear again.”

Zorgoth looked at his king with a questioning expression.

“You an... the Fallen Angels? But we’ve already traveled through so many universes,” he said with doubt in his voice. “I don’t think they even care about weaklings like us. They wouldn't bother with cannon fodder.”

“Of course not!” Xantus snapped, his voice firm and a little loud, filled with fire.

“This isn’t just about us being the weakest race,” he continued, stepping forward. “It’s about power… about fortune… and most of all—about revolution!”

He paused, his eyes darkening as painful mories flooded his mind.

“Back then, Anafabula…” Xantus said slowly, voice heavy with emotion. “She killed Yogsothoth and the entire Cthulhu Mythos… even sealed the ‘Bestower of Mortality’, the ‘Lord of the Black Thorn’, Lord Weaver himself and took the throne and beca "The lady of black thorn!