> Excerpt from the book "Gospels of Shadows" — kept in the Great Library of Demons, Blood Emerald Castle
The Demon King… a position of absolute importance to demons, an untouchable sanctity in the world of Hell, blessed with blood and fire by Lucifer, the God of Demons, Lord of Rebellion, and the shadow standing behind every uprising.
The bearer of this title is not tasked only with protecting the realms of Hell, but leads the plans to colonize the Middle Land, and wages the eternal war against the sacred beings, the gods, and their human followers.
Among all who have sat upon the throne of Hell, none has ever emerged across the ages to rival Diablos, the Demon of the End, Breaker of Universes.
Over thousands of years, he left his name carved into ruin and blood:
- Annihilated the giant race without mercy.
- Burned the fairy forest until it became ash scattered by the wind.
- Enslaved the dwarves, and stole their metals and weapons for the legions of Hell.
- Dominated humans, forcing them to worship demons under his banner.
- Founded a secret organization in the Middle Land that controls kingdoms and kings like chess pieces.
- Defeated the legendary black dragon Antares, shattering the legend of cosmic balance.
But his power did not come for nothing…
Diabloa trained for a full thousand years in all types of magic, across its various branches and levels, from simple magic to forbidden spells that tear reality itself apart.
Then he spent two thousand more years perfecting hand-to-hand combat arts, from demon wrestling to silent execution techniques, and even mastering all kinds of weapons — human, demonic, and stolen sacred ones.
After that, he ruled as Demon King for two hundred years, during which he destroyed nations, ignited wars, and redrew the borders of the worlds with the blood of peoples.
Now…
The three worlds — the World of Hell, the Middle Land, and the Sacred World — live in a fragile truce thirty years old…
A false truce; everyone knows its end is coming.
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Blood Emerald Castle — Great Library of Demons
Diabloa sits in the middle of a dark hall, thousands of books surrounding him, the shelves covered in the skin of sacred beings, tongues of demonic flame lighting the place.
An inner voice, angry, sharp as knives:
"Damn it… the Eternal Circle is still far away…"
He struck the table with his fist, black sparks rising from his fingers.
"I have reached the level of Sword Illumination in the Aura, and the tenth Magic Circle, and yet… this won't be enough against the gods, when they descend in their bodies to the Middle Land after the truce ends…"
A heavy silence dominates the hall…
His red gaze glows, thinking, planning, sowing chaos in his mind.
"If I don't reach the Eternal Circle… I will be crushed."
A cold, dark smile creeps onto his face:
"But I don't fall easily…"
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To be continued…