Chapter 23: You… you’re human?
In the depths of the demon world, where the sky looks nowhere near the blue, only the swirling mass of dark clouds. and the ground was a barren wasteland of jagged rocks and bubbling lava.
The landscape was barren without a living being; fire was burning inside the land, and the molten lava was everywhere, making the atmosphere more than suffocating. It was the sight no human can endure.
But still, it is the dwelling of someone—not humans but demons. And in the center of this chaotic world stood a massive fortress. It's towering so high, like it was trying to spread his claws in the sky. But for the demons, the same fortress was a place of fear, respect, and home to the most formidable beings in their demon world, and one and only one their supreme ruler.
But today the same fortress was filled with an uneasy silence, as if the very walls were holding their breath in anticipation of what was to come.
Inside the fortress where the meetings of archdemons and demon kings usually took place is now filled with strange silence. And every other archdemons was looking at one figure, the fourth demon king, who stood in the hall with an evil smile hanging on his lips, but who knew the real truth behind the evil smile shuddered.
The fourth demon king was tall, and his skin was in the shade of deep crimson with horns that curled back over his head like a crown. His eyes burned with a malevolent fire, and a wicked smile played on his lips as he surveyed the room. This was Fourth Demon King Malakar, a name that struck fear into the hearts of even the bravest of demons.
Malakar's voice was cold and commanding as it echoed through the hall, leaving the shudder in every spine. Where is he? He growled with his low tone, leaving no room for defiance. "Where is the so-called Supreme Lord of this world? Has he finally decided to show his face?"
The gathered demons shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting to one another in fear. Malakar had been waiting for this moment for so long and had bided his time in the shadows; he knew that the supreme lord was also awake, just like him or maybe even before him. That's why he had come here, but even after so many years passed, he still did not get to see his face.
That's why he had taken this step and started creating chaos with one purpose in mind—to bring forth the one he had longed to see for countless years.
Where are you, old friend?" Malakar muttered to himself; his voice was a low growl that echoed through the air. He had once been close to the supreme lord of the Demon World and had fought alongside him in battles that shook the very foundations of their world. But then the lord had vanished, retreating into a deep slumber that seemed endless. For centuries, Malakar had also entered the deep slumber alongside other demon kings.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the hall shifted. A cold wind blew through the room, extinguishing the torches that lined the walls. The demons felt it first—a dark, oppressive energy that filled the air, pressing down on them like an invisible weight. The very ground beneath their feet began to tremble, and a low, ominous rumble echoed through the fortress.