A mory from the very beginning of Zylus’s existence rose from the depths of his unconscious. It didn’t feel like sothing he rembered...
Because he never had.
And yet, the truth was undeniable. He had lived through it. It had happened. Not a dream, not an illusion, but a mont carved into reality itself.
Unchangeable, irreversible, and forever part of this world.
"Listen, Zylus," drus said calmly, staring above into the ashern sky, "There exist kings."
Zylus focused his gaze, "Kings?" He questioned.
drus stepped up towards the tip of the cliff, putting a hand through his luxurious white hair.
"Just like how you guys have a president," drus took a seat, "We have kings. Demons, Spirits, and the king of all that exists above." He declared.
"How strong are these ’Kings?’" Zylus asked, picking himself back up.
"They’re unimaginably strong, I’ll say it simply, they are the only ones who can attain powers beyond this universe’s comprehension," drus said.
"Who would win if they all got into a fight?" Zylus moved himself forward and engaged in their conversation.
He smiled, "For the King that inhabits the realm above, it would take a breeze to defeat the other two from his perspective."
"However," drus paused, "It would be an entirely different story if the Spirit King accumulated all his potential."
"So why don’t you ntion the Demon King at all? Is he so weakling compared to the other two?"
"Why don’t I you say...?" drus smirked, "It’s because he never had a chance to unleash his true potential."
Zylus wondered about what he ant; maybe it was a joke, he thought, because drus giggled right after.
"To tell you the truth, soon, I’ll die, and that ans I would have to choose a new candidate..."
Zylus, now intrigued, fully connected himself to the conversation, "Candidate for what?"
"To beco the Demon King, silly," drus responded joyfully.
"No way..." Zylus paused, "Does that an, the man standing before right now..."
drus started walking towards him, his gaze darkened, "That’s right, I’m the Demon King."
The way drus approached their talk, it seed like he was a little kid having fun in a children’s playground; every word that ca out of him sounded less serious and more kidish. To an extent, this was only one of his many personalities, because he had matured too much to only seek one.
"Tell , Zylus, why do you think the Demons and Spirits have trouble with one another? Aside from the Spirits obviously taking advantage to gain more power to eventually overwhelm the Gods above..."
"It’s because you’re two different races, of course, there would be war."
drus looked up, his expression darkened, but more so sadened, "I hate war."
"But you’re a king," Zylus added, "You have to protect your people from war."
"All you do in war is lose. When you see others stepping onto the battlefield, it feels like the only way to fundantally bring sense into them is through death," drus paused, "The truth is, our consistent violence stems from the Gods above. It might seem like they treasure this planet, but it’s only for their personal entertainnt, and I realized that when I approached them about the spirits." He finished, exhaling largely.
"But you said it’s because your story seed unbelievable," Zylus observed, taking a sip of water from the bottle that sat beside him.
"I can’t say the truth, because of a reason I cannot also speak of," A tear fell from drus’s eyes, "But when the ti’s right, you’ll understand."
"Then why do those Gods bother to protect our planet if all they wish is to watch war?" A nerve struck through to Zylus.
"That, I couldn’t tell you, because I myself don’t know." drus countered.
"How about the Spirits? Why don’t we just collaborate with them?" Zylus urged for the answer to the question he had just asked, gripping himself, preparing for a solid response.
"Because they hate our guts. They hate us, Demons; they only wish to eradicate our kind, but they’re unable to. So instead, they tead up with the humans, who have now beco our enemy." drus answered, calmly opening up a portal.
"So it’s us against the world..." Zylus ca to that conclusion.
"It is us, but I still believe we’re capable of surviving."
It was now every race for themselves, apart from the humans and spirits, who were focused on eradicating the Demons before climbing up to the Gods.
And yes, it was three against one, but that one had one of the most capable n...
The Demon King,
drus Miro.
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