Chapter 1: Prologue

It was the year 2632 of the Augustian Calendar, in a world known to its inhabitants as Americia.

It was the end of an era of blood and war, a time of desperation unlike any its people had known. At least… that is how it was until the goddess Almalexia called upon a miracle and managed to summon a Legendary Hero, the likes of which was unseen in the world since long before the Era of the Dragons. The Heroine brought a message of hope, and through force of will and power, she had united all the races of the world.

Their armies had marched across the continent, driving back the Demon Lord’s forces that oppressed their people. Time after time, battle after battle, they fought with a righteous fury against a prophecy of darkness that threatened their very existence.

Strangely enough, with each and every victory, little could be done to assuage the growing dread that was slowly engulfing the world. By the time they reached the Demon Lord’s castle, the feeling of an immaterial dread had permeated through each and every corner of the world.

But they had the Legendary Hero, the one of legends who could accomplish miracles that defied even the gods! In an epic battle, she slew the Demon Lord. Yet even in this moment of triumph, the feeling of dread was not lost, and instead only continued to deepen. In his dying breath, the Demon Lord laughed upon the Hero and her followers, and delivered them a final message of torment: “Though I have met my end, you shall all still fall! Foolish mortals! We… were all that held back… those monsters… from the wastelands… To think we found another Demon Lord out there…”

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A tyrannical figure rose from behind a large, black granite pedestal interlaced with lines of copper and arcane diagrams. It was a towering monster, standing at least 6 feet and 9 inches tall. It walked around the pedestal, its jet black gauntlets scraping across the stone as it passed from the pedestal. Numerous mana crystals attached to small towers at even junctures around the inner and out rings of a diagram spanning the center of the room, and numerous mirrors lined the outer walls.

As the Demon Lord walked past them, reflections of various distorted shapes and sizes enhanced the crimson colors dominating the joints of the armor, caused by a slow bleed cut from millennia of chafing. Out of each arm, a long sharp bone protruded and curved like a wicked talon. Out of its head, four black horns grew and curved to four points by each corner of its face, while the dark red and black skin emphasized the sharpness of his eye. A yellow pupil cut a slit through the red and gold hued iris, similar to that of a cat’s eyes. All of it created a spectacle that was beautifully terrifying…

Normally a daemon wouldn’t live anywhere near long enough for the bone to grow out like this, normally they died in the infighting the daemon kingdom is renowned for in spite of their incredible potential for longevity. Any daemons that made it over 800 years began to be targets of the younger generations, for fear they would accumulate too much power. Historically, Daemons over 1000 would be strong enough to be crowned Daemon Kings and generally established large realms until their eventual demise. However, everything changed with the advent of the Demon Lords and the God of Darkness. In order to prevent infighting, the God of Darkness would create only one Demon Lord per world.

Sendrien Dagon, the eldest Daemon and the First Demon Lord, born in the Age of Dragons and forged in the flames of Ishtar’s War of Extermination, heralding the beginning of the Era of the Gods.

This new era was meant to become an era of peace and prosperity, but with the Fall of the Dragons, the God of Darkness descended upon the world. Its target: The most powerful Daemon in each world. It infected them with its will, and through its unholy power it turned them into a terrifying evil. Through the Demon Lords, a new race was born. The Demons: Terrible monsters born of the miasma from a Demon Lord, and infused with its will.

At the end of the War of Extermination, Dagon was the first target of the God of Darkness. However, such a being should not be taken lightly. He fought against the corruption of the God of Darkness, and buried himself in ruins deep within the most inhospitable wastelands of his world. There, he tore a gateway into a void, where he used his power to forge a small new realm, a place he considered to be his prison.

Over time, his mind slowly corroded from the God of Darkness influence, and he dedicated all his remaining sanity to forging a Miasma to destroy the world and himself. Sealed within his prison, he never once sought to look outside of it, focusing only one making weapons and spells of ever greater power and lethality.

In the ages of his self-isolation, his sole focus was on perfecting his weapon of destruction and amassing enough power to guarantee the end of the world.

The consequence of this was that he had become truly ignorant of the world at large, ignorant of himself, and ignorant of the consequences of his new station as a Demon Lord. The Miasma, being gathered and concentrated across Millennia, leaked out through the gate over time into the world he no longer cared to see.

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I clutched my forehead as I heard the endless voices again. Sometimes they were silent, and other times they were sonorous echoes ricocheting throughout my head, but most often they were soft murmurs crawling through the fabric of my reality.

‘Eat their hearts. Devour them all. Burn and Dominate.’

“Shut up!”

‘Pillage their lands. Break their spirits.’

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I screamed in rage as my frustrations boiled over once again! I knew it was pointless, but still...

How long has it been?

It got harder and harder to remember as time passed on... endlessly cycling without any sense of true day or night. My memories... it felt like they filled with more and more blanks. Time... lost... and yet every time I tried to focus on it...

‘Claim their souls. Take their lands. Make them bleed.’

“Never, ah, it can never just be a moment’s peace, can it?”

This damnable voice just won’t stop…

‘Strip the flesh.’

It makes it so damn hard to think…

‘Salt the wounds.’

Sometimes I just want to scream it in to silence…

‘Make them suffer.’

"SILENCE!" My frustrations boiled over as I bellowed out once more. Or had I? How many times have I gone through this?

At least, it should all be over soon… after 10,000 years, everything is finally ready.

‘Heed my call.’

Yeah right, as if I will ever accept your command, Shitty God.

‘Eat their hearts. Devour them all. Burn and Dominate.’

Here it goes, on repeat again. This madness just never ends… you really just stopped trying after only a few centuries…

‘Pillage their lands. Break their spirits.’

God-damned autopilot is what this is…

‘Claim their souls. Take their lands. Make them bleed.’

Hmm? What in the hells wandered in here? Last I checked this area was uninhabitable when I moved in…

A pair of Demons sprinted down the hall, mostly humanoid in shape and their black skin was covered in red blotches. They had a pair of horns atop their head, which had grown to a modest length. Nothing in comparison to mine, but respectable enough.

But... weren't they coming from the direction of the portal? As soon as they sighted me, they immediately dropped to their knees and lowered their heads. They quaked in the presence of their Lord, though I did not yet know it was me.

“Master! We are sorry, for we have failed you! The enemy is coming here, they are trying to stop us!”

Who is here? What enemy? Why does anyone know where I am?! And… what strange looking Daemons? What strange behavior… Do they fear me, or is that reverence?

“Detect Life. Eyes of Magnus.” My voice rumbled soft and deep. A shortened incantation would still be plenty for my purposes, and at my age, I certainly had mana to spare.

A pair of magical eyes opened in the clouds above a city spanning wide across an otherwise inhospitable wasteland.

A suffocating magical aura rained down from the great eyes, and I could feel the endless stream of information of every minute detail as it poured into my mind.

Rocky dunes stretched for miles beyond the city's bounds, and howling winds carried grating sand through the air at speeds that could strip the bark from trees with ease. No water... no life... nonetheless, a city was built here with advanced construction techniques, floating defensive platforms and highways crossing between towers. At least my dilapidated castle stood untouched at the center of it, in stark contrast to the changes that occurred all around it. Needless to say, it was quite shocking.

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Since when did a city get built around my castle! It is overflowing with my Miasma, nothing should be able to survive! Yet these strange daemons are not only living in it… but thriving. How? To top it off… Look at all these other creatures here! Humans, elves, dwarves, goblins, giants and so many others... all fighting the daemons? They must have come because of these new daemons… but why did those come here in the first place?

I sighed quite audibly, and closed my eyes. I... was tired of it all.

It doesn't matter if they managed to find out what I was up to, it’s too late for them. The Miasma will be unleashed momentarily. The world will perish, and when the Miasma runs its course I too will die with it.

I grimaced for a moment.

But... that doesn't seem right? Why? Ah, it won't do to dwell on the matter. I have work to finish.

My mind felt hazy again. Broken.

A pool of viscous black formed in the air next to me, and a blade handle dripped out from its inky depths. I grasped the handle, and pulled out the lethal weapon from the darkness. Its brutal design was made for a singular purpose. Its blade ran four-and-a-half feet long, with a snake-like trough running down the center to let the blood flow out when someone is stabbed. I had forged it with Adamantium, and fused the blade with Magecite, the base minerals used in forging mana crystals. A laborious, lengthy, and dangerous process to be sure... but the ability to store mana into the blade itself and amplify its destructive output was above and beyond worth the risk. Anything to be able to destroy thing better. The blade was connected to a twin at the handle, with a locking swivel mechanism to make a dual blade for added dexterity at the cost of greater risk too myself. Should I wish it, I could unlock the swivel and swing the other half back around, relocking it in place to look more like a regular sword, just with two blades instead of one.

With a satisfying click, and a flick of the wrist, I flipped the sword into the dual blade configuration.

I have no idea who they are or what they are talking about, but in the end, all shall be accompanied by death. This world doesn’t deserve to exist. The people don’t need to suffer in it any longer.

Swiftly and mercilessly, I spun the blade between my fingers like a whirlwind, before slicing the heads off the two demons bowing before me.

“What a monster… you would even cut down your own allies?! Are you sure this is him?!”

I was soon greeted by another.... visitor, their voice dripping with self-righteous indignation.

Seems a paladin entered my demesne... full plate armor and a holy sword, blessed by a goddess no doubt. And with him... an archer, a roguish fellow and… a heroine. Should I even be surprised?

She is... quite gorgeous. Yet… she seems so familiar? It can’t... Didn't she die? When? Was it before I became a Demon Lord? My head… it hurts. It’s getting worse. I... can't...

The Heroine shouted to her party, her voice echoed like a distant whisper in my ears.

“Something’s wrong… he’s in pain. We have to do something!”

I felt the presence of some gods and goddesses…

Seems like I really hit the jackpot. With this much firepower, they can end it. But something was wrong. I couldn't focus anymore. What little clarity I had felt like it was slipping from me too...

Then, in a voice, whose low rumble caused the ground and walls to shake, the monster spoke for the first time in Millennia, almost possessed by a will that was not its own.

“My name is Sendrien Dagon, Demon Lord of Destruction. I am sorry, but this will be the end. Prepare yourselves. It is coming.”

 

*DOOM*

Agh… Everything is going black.

Behind me, the magic array activated, unleashing the torrent of stored Miasma. Millennia of it erupted with the fury of a raging flood, as countless portals opened, connecting across the doomed world.

I could feel my body moving, as if it was fighting on its own, but I couldn't see anything. All I heard were the screams. This damned connection to the God of Darkness was throbbing unbearably. I couldn't resist it any longer.

 

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“GRAND PURIFICATION!”

FUCK!

Searing pain ripped throughout my body, as if I had been slammed by a burning meteor!

Sight returned to my eyes, with only the Heroine left, and almost everyone with her… dead. Brutally. In pieces. Everywhere. Except one man, on the verge of death, hysterically crying “He ate them! He ate all the gods! The darkness took them all! It’s all over!”

In spite of the wreckage left behind, I felt like a complete wreck. I doubted I could ever forget if I had felt like this before. My arm blades were broken, their bones was broken just inches from my flesh. And my armor... was completely shattered. Damn.

I liked that armor! And... I couldn't see them.

Were my horns broken too? Yup.

It feels like my connection to the God of Darkness has been severely weakened. How? That spell… Grand Purification… it’s...

I struggled with my memory while barely dodging another series of blows, droplets of sweat and blood dripped and splatted with each movement.

It's supposed to be a spell only able to be used by Legendary Heroes. The kind who can only be called by a high ranking goddess facing a calamity. It’s so hard to summon one, not even the war against the dragon’s qualified. Just what… am I now?

Desperation pervaded throughout the eyes of the Heroine, carrying only a hint of hope. She was in as bad of a state as the Demon Lord she fought.

“It worked! Hold on a little longer Geralt, please! We can stop the Demon Lord transformation from completing!”

“Hahaha, even if… we stop it… all that miasma… will bring an unstoppable wave of demons… this is the end for us! Hahahaha!”

The… what? Is that… me she is talking about? The miasma will bring demons?!

A magic formation appeared beneath the Heroine's feet, its sudden appearance caused her eyes to widen in shock. Any decent practitioner of magic could tell what it was in an instant: a summoning formation.

‘KILL! KILL! KILL HER NOW!’

The voice in my head reverberated with incredible force, threatening my mind once again. I charged, catching her in the circle as it began to activate…

She didn't waste a moment, deciding against trying to escape from the formation and instead she clad her body in a white, holy aura. She screamed out once more, “GRAND PURIFICATION!” Simultaneously, I stabbed with my blade, clad in a thick, malevolent aura. Then, the world around us disappeared.

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