The Demon World was hot.
Not "summer hot."
Not "volcano hot."
More like:
"Why am I alive? Why did I wake up today?" hot.
Demons hated it.
They dreamed of the Human World — cool, green, beautiful. Paradise.
"King, please!" one demon begged, sweating. "Let's invade the human world already!"
The Demon King sighed. "We can't. Humans have magic now."
"But King!" another demon argued, slamming his fist down. "King Ram is dead. The gods abandoned the humans. They have no protectors left!"
The King narrowed his eyes. "Even dead, Ram is still a problem. His legacy still keeps us away."
A demon stepped forward with a twisted grin.
"Then… let's use him."
The room went silent.
"Use… what?" the King asked.
"King Ram. His soul is gone, but his body remains. We can control it. Imagine it — the greatest human hero, killing humans for US."
The King clenched his jaw.
"Ram killed a million demons in one day," he muttered. "My father was one of them."
"We know, Your Majesty," the demon said. "That's why we should use him."
The Demon King closed his eyes slowly.
"Fine. Do whatever you want… use Ram's body."
7 Days Later — The Heist Planning
Five demons crouched on a cliff outside the Royal Crypt.
"Okay, genius," one demon whispered. "How do we steal King Ram's body? There are a hundred elite mages guarding the place!"
Another demon grinned, pulling out a strange red cylinder.
"We brought TNT."
"TNT?"
"That's not magic!"
"Who cares? It explodes! We blow up the building, teleport inside, grab the body, and run."
The first demon crossed his arms.
"Oh, if it's so easy, you do it."
The other demon smirked.
"Should I tell the Demon King you ran from a child?"
"A c-child?" the demon stuttered. "You mean… THAT kid?"
"Yes. Mr. Kup said he's five years old."
"FIVE!? And you want me to fight him?!"
"That child killed five demons," the demon said calmly.
The demon froze. "How does a five-year-old kill five demons!?"
The demon cleared his throat.
"Well… we were walking in the jungle and—"
The Flashback — The 5-Year-Old Monster
"We heard a kid talking to himself," the demon began nervously.
The other demons leaned closer.
"He wasn't playing. He was… calculating."
The demon swallowed.
"He said things like:
'I will use science. I will use formulas. Fire magic, water magic… water is just H2O, right?'"
The demons listening blinked in confusion.
"He SAW us," the storyteller continued, "and then—"
He shivered.
"—he attacked. With fire. LOTS of fire."
"How hot?" another demon asked.
"Hotter than this entire world," he whispered. "Five demons died instantly. I ran."
Silence.
"…okay," one demon said slowly. "We kill that child later. After the mission."
"You promise?"
"Yes, yes," the leader said. "By the way… what was the child's name again?"
The demon whispered:
"Mark, sir."
"Good. Now let's get Ram's body."
"Yes, sir."
Next Morning — Human Kingdom
Mark's father sat at the table, reading the newspaper.
His eyes widened.
"…oh shit."
His wife looked up. "What happened?"
"Someone stole King Ram's body. And they found four dead demon corpses inside the building."
He slammed the paper down.
"Demons are back."
He looked out the window, fear in his eyes.
"It's happening again.
Another war is coming."