Deep beneath the Demon Valley, in a cavern sealed by ancient holy magic, time stood still. The air was heavy, thick with the residue of divine incantations cast by generations of summoned heroes. For centuries, no light had touched this place—only silence, and hate.
Yet even sealed in darkness, he remained.
A towering silhouette stirred upon a jagged obsidian throne. Nearly ten feet tall, his form was wreathed in tattered black robes stitched with the bones of fallen heroes. A blood-red skull gleamed beneath a black iron crown, its surface etched with infernal runes long lost to mortal memory.
With a deep, thunderous voice that seemed to rumble from the stone itself, the figure spoke.
LUTHOR:"I am the Great Demon King—Luthor Von Harboros.King of the Demon Race.Lord of the Abyss.Sovereign of the Demon Valley."
His voice, though calm, carried the weight of centuries—of defeat, humiliation, rage.
LUTHOR:"For a thousand years, I've been sealed, broken, mocked.Time and again, the Human Empires summoned heroes from other worlds—naïve, courageous fools—just to defeat me.And time and again… they succeeded."
He pauses, lifting a single bony claw. A faint blue glow pulsed beneath the rock—a faint trace of the magic that bound him here.
LUTHOR:"Each defeat tore away at my soul.Each sealing chipped at my pride.I am no stranger to pain. But this... this is not the end."
His hollow eyes flicker crimson.
LUTHOR:"In the final battle, before I was sealed again... I claimed something.A strange artifact, unknowingly left behind by one of the heroes.A small rectangle—black, glassy, humming with alien energy.At first, I thought it was worthless here. It refused to activate—its functions restricted by the laws of its world."
He reaches beneath his robes, producing the cracked smartphone, now pulsating with demonic mana. Lines of glowing red circuitry crawl across its surface like veins.
LUTHOR:"But I am not some mindless beast.I spent ten years—a decade's worth of mana—rewriting its laws, binding it to this realm.And when it finally awoke…"
The screen flickers to life. Signals pulse. Images flood in.
LUTHOR:*"I discovered a cosmic web… they call it the Internet.A repository of their world's entire consciousness.
Technology. History. War. Deceit. Science. Culture.So much power—hidden in plain sight."*
He paces the cave now, fire trailing behind each step.
LUTHOR:"I studied their world as no demon ever has.Their machines. Their weapons. Their philosophies. Their sins.And I realized—those otherworldly heroes were never special.They were simply forged in a crucible of chaos."
A claw taps the screen again. A military video plays. Explosions. Gunfire. Screams.
LUTHOR (low, awed):"And among them… I found devils.Villains so twisted, so ruthless, even my darkest generals would cower."
His voice drops to a whisper, thick with reverence and dread.
LUTHOR:"Men who orchestrated war for profit.Women who enslaved minds through song and media.Children who tore down nations with nothing but code.Humans who had become monsters."
He turns, raising the phone above his head. The runes on his crown blaze to life.
LUTHOR:"I asked myself…What if I summoned them instead?"
Luthor roars, power radiating in waves.
LUTHOR:"HAHAAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHHAHA!If I cannot win with demons… then I shall win with devils!"
He stretches out his hand. A black grimoire floats from the shadows—his Dread Codex, rewritten with hybrid magic and quantum logic. The summoning begins.
LUTHOR:*"With this artifact, I have mastered their sciences.I've fused chemistry with alchemy.Physics with dark sorcery.
My mana is now tenfold stronger than before.And now… I can perform cross-dimensional summonings every seven days."*
He lowers his voice to a cold murmur.
LUTHOR:*"Soon, I'll recreate their weapons.Missiles. Bioweapons. Nuclear fire.
If I build a single warhead…I could vaporize the Holy Empire's capital in seconds."*
He turns back to the device. A new video autoplays. Grainy news footage. Sirens. Screaming.
Title:"Bamerican Highschooler: Rick Addams"
Narrator (on video):"A troubled teenager, victim of domestic abuse and relentless bullying,unleashed a mass shooting at his graduation ceremony.69 dead. 112 wounded. Kohio, USA."
LUTHOR (quietly):"What a tragedy.What a perfect vessel."
He smiles darkly.
LUTHOR:"Rick Addams… a soul forged in torment.A child who bore the cruelty of humanity—and answered in kind.His hatred… is pure."
The ritual circle begins to burn into the stone floor. Crimson light spills across the cavern.
LUTHOR (chanting):"Kuruba Vosmora… Fora Bin Lada… Tada…"
A brilliant flash. The temperature drops. Smoke spirals.
Suddenly, a teenager appears in the circle—dressed in charred graduation robes, eyes blank, hands trembling.
RICK (dazed):(BLONDE HAIR , BLUE EYES , FIT BODY , 5'9)"…Who are you?Is this Hell?Am I dead?"
LUTHOR (booming):"No.You are in Nars—a world of sword and sorcery.And I…I am the Great Demon King, Luthor Von Harboros."
He steps forward, towering over the boy.
LUTHOR:*"I saw your fury.I witnessed your pain.And I declare you worthy.
Join me, Rick Addams.Lead my armies in the war against humanity.Become my First Division Commander."*
There's a long pause. Rick stares. His lips twitch. Then—he laughs.
RICK:*"Commander…?War… against humanity…?Hahahaha… HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Oh… that would be my pleasure, Demon King."*
LUTHOR (grinning):"Then rise.From this moment forth, you are no longer Rick Addams of Kohio.You are Rick Varlos, First Commander of the Demon King's Army."
RICK VARLOS:"Yes, Your Majesty."
Moments Later…
The cavern still hummed with lingering magic. Embers from the summoning circle slowly faded as Rick—now clad in a conjured white shirt and sturdy pants—looked around the shadowy domain with a mixture of awe and confusion.
RICK:"…But King—what exactly am I supposed to use in this war? I mean… I don't know swordplay, and I've never used magic in my life."
He flexes his fingers experimentally, still half-expecting to wake up in a padded room somewhere in Kohio.
LUTHOR:(settling back on his obsidian throne, his skull-cracked grin returning)"Guns."
Rick's eyes lit up.
RICK (excited):"Wait—what?! You can make guns? How?"
LUTHOR:"Through magic, of course. This world lacks the science to create them, but I possess both the knowledge and the mana to replicate them using transmutation arrays."
He waved his claw, conjuring a glowing schematic of a revolver mid-air, inscribed with runes and arcane glyphs.
LUTHOR (stern):"However… there is a problem. I need iron. A decent amount.And due to the sealing magic, I cannot leave this cave.The demon race is all but wiped out… the few that remain are weak, untrained, and too conspicuous."
His crimson eyes lock onto Rick's.
LUTHOR:"You must go to the nearby human town. Buy the iron. Avoid attention."
RICK (nervous):"Me? Walk into a medieval town? Just like that?"
LUTHOR:"To aid you, I will imprint a spell directly into your consciousness.An intermediate-level magic—Mana Shot. Think of it like a built-in pistol."
Luthor raises a hand and places a claw gently over Rick's forehead. A blinding light floods Rick's vision. In a rush of heat and information, a new instinct clicks into place.
LUTHOR:"You can now fire mana bullets from your hand—simply aim and will it forward.I've filled your core with enough mana for twelve shots. Use them wisely."
RICK (grinning):"So I can shoot magic bullets… from my hand… and carry two loads?HAHAHAHA! This is insane. This is AWESOME!Alright then, Demon King… I'll go get your iron."
A Cliff Outside the Demon Valley…
Wind howled as Rick stood on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the sprawling green hills and forest below. In the distance, just beyond a small river, nestled a bustling human town surrounded by wooden walls and farmlands.
Rick narrowed his eyes, his grin fading to something more focused.
RICK (thinking):"Alright, Rick… play it cool.No sudden moves. No mass shootings.Get in, get the metal, and get out."
He checks his hand—mana flickers along his palm, forming the faint glow of a magic bullet.
RICK (muttering):"…Twelve shots. No backup. Guess I'm playing Skyrim on Legendary."
He adjusts his shirt, smooths out his pants, and begins his descent toward the town of Cindermoor—the first step in the Demon King's new war.