Chapter 1
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The ground shook with fury, as if the very ceiling would fall upon us. A joyful glee took my face as I smiled. The humans were coming!
My counselor Avaram prostrated himself before me wearing a crystal medallion. In the distance behind him, the engines of fires, traps, and malice sounded their horns.
“My lord, perhaps we should flee?”
I rested my scaly hand beside my mask. “Shameful, they will not defeat me. I will be the master of this world.”
“Yes, yes but,” Avaram paused, his eyes shifted from the ground to his master as his medallion slid of his neck. “The humans my lord… the humans are crafty and numerous for as much as them as you defeat more of them will come.”
“Numbers mean nothing against overwhelming power. You can go Avaram and cower with your tail tuck between your legs but I will not. I will not be beaten back further after coming this far.”
Avaram bowed his head and wasted no time hurrying along with goblins carrying gold to the secret passage behind the throne, leaving behind that medallion on the floor.
I silenced my voice as approaching footsteps drew near. I took my seat and waited.
How many of them had made it through in one piece even if they had an army. I could win on my own.
One human made himself known before others followed behind him. He pointed his Sword at me with defiance, but his body battered and his level…
My laugh took the room as they went on guard.
“Is this the army sent to defeat me?” I asked.
They were all weak. That was until I saw another that had appeared almost out of thin air. I hadn’t even heard him approach.
“Who are you!?” I shouted, summoning my book as incantations on its pages flared to life.
“My name is Silver Shield Seth Landrock. He drew his sword from his sheath as it caught a flame.” He turned it towards me and the others retreated to the hallway. “Are you the Demon King?”
Demon King. The mask made him see his perception of me.
“I am the true emperor of this world, you those humans and everyone else that dared to chase me here and deny me of what is mine will feel my wrath!”
The warrior tightened his grip on his sword.
“Ray of enfeeblement!” I shouted as a black and green matter spewed from my hands.
“Protection from Spells,” he countered. The ray hit a transparent shield the hero had summoned.
I read the first words in the book, “Summon skill Undead of Whispering Forest.”
The undead materialized, shambling from the floor as the men behind him screamed in panic.
My Undead however as they got closer to the hero fell to flames with each s***h of Seth’s sword.
“How long can you keep it up hero? I can summon hundreds even thousands!” My hands slammed on the pages.
“Are these all of the people that you have killed, Fiend?”
What? No.
The book shifted pages. “Dark Spear.”
Ching! It crashed on the floor after colliding with the skeletons in its path.
I missed, and the room shook.
Darkness took the room as the flame flickered for a moment. I saw him once, and then he disappeared to the other corner.
Was he casting spells? No one could be that fast.
“Dark Tide!”
The water rose from me towards him like a tsunami tainted in dark matter. There was nowhere else for him to hide.
“Holy s***h of Mangrala!” A blinding light made me look away as the water parted and scattered across the room.
“Summo--.”
The crystal medallion shone between us and snapped in a ball of light. Seth was an inch from my neck with his sword. Ice rained across the room, bonding us in place. The mask on my face twisted, my arms bent. In the hall, the faces of those weaklings were smiling.
Avaram chuckled. “It seemed we got the last laugh. Good riddance to both you and that meddling Hero. You both were a plague on this world. I am the Demon King now! The world will bow before me, Avaram the magnificent, yes, yes!”
In the corner of my eyes, he danced bouncing himself around with the goblins cheering him on. They threw my gold in the air around him as they bowed in turn.
His laughter took the room as my body and the hero turned to ice and with an explosion, it shattered across the floor.
*
Everything was dark. My eyes flickered open. Two humans’ faces were before me, one was a man and another was a woman who cradled me in her arms. They were smiling at me and my words came out like cries before another young boy came into view.
“He’s a baby boy, he looks just like you,” the man said.
“Don’t be shy Seth come look at your brother, his name is Reno.”
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