Chapter 39 [Bonus chapter] Darkness

Chapter 39 [Bonus chapter] Darkness

There are countless stories that were passed down from the times of old.

Tales of mysteries that have yet to be deciphered. Legends of beings that have long since existed and defy imagination.

Of these many tales, one of them has always been embedded into the hearts of men. The Celestial War.

In a world of magic and swords, the natural and the supernatural, there were bound to be concepts of gods and demons.

Where there is light, there is bound to be darkness lurking about... and the existence of good births a notion of evil.

And so, now lost to humanity and civility, far beyond the lands inhabited by beings of light, exists a kingdom of eternal darkness.

The Demon Realm!

In this world of the vilest creatures with the most depraved natures, something spectacular was occurring... it was a battle, which was between two creatures of darkness.

The stage was set, the spectators were present, and the high seat was erected. With everyone watching and the two already standing on stage, there was only one thing the denizens expected.

A Fight!

No signal was given before both creatures lunged at each other. Like shadows piercing through the night, their distorted bodies exchanged blows, moving fluidly according to the tempo of battle and clashing.

This frenzied dance lasted for so long, yet none landed a solid blow on the other. They kept attacking and defending, and used all manners of abilities to achieve a stalemate.

>SWISH<

One of the fighters turned its limbs into blades, and started charging at the other fighter, desperate to win. If no action was taken by the latter, it could lose its life.

However, it appeared that the one on the other end of the blade was faster than the shadow who was trying to attack first. The shadow dodged the fatal hit, and in an instant vanished, becoming one with darkness.

Puzzlement filled the eyes of the assaulter, as It tried to figure out the location of its target. However, the moment it realized what was going on, it was too late.

A large spike, big enough to tear anyone to pieces, while being sharp enough to rend even the toughest of materials appeared from the ground, materializing from the shadows.

>SQUISH<

It pierced the other dark being in the chest. The sudden force raised the wounded one high, and it was unable to do much except struggle and squirm as a result of the pain.

The being's powerless struggle didn't last very long, as it turned into a shadow too, dissipating from the spike and materializing far away from danger.

Kahn's fury, bitterness, and shame knew no bounds.

"Thus, the ceremony and rite of succession shall now begin!"

The Demon Lords who were seated rose from their thrones, and the spectators all instantly removed themselves from their seats and bowed in homage to the existing Demon Lords, and the new one who would now be crowned soon.

The rite began, and the time finally elapsed. Finally... it was done. At this point, Kahn was excused, cast out of the sight of everyone and the attention of the masses was on their new leader.

"All Hail Kyron, 'Noir' of Shadows!" The deafening cry of the leader of the Demon Lords echoed throughout the vast lands.

In response, everyone who heard, whether spectators around the arena or denizens who were in their abode, all bowed and paid homage.

"Hail! Hail! Hail!"

"All Hail our Demon Lord, Noir of Shadows!"

The voices of the Demons roared, and all of them were paying homage and reverence to the victor. At least all except Kahn, the loser.

The former Demon lord narrowed his eyes, tightened his fist, and swore to himself on that very occasion.

Even as he heard the deafening cries and hails of his successor, he could not accept it.

"I swear... I shall regain my position as Demon Lord... no matter the cost!"

At this point, there was no way to do that. However, no matter how long it took and what he needed to do to earn it, Kahn was ready.

To kill, to destroy, to plunder and to wage war! If he could bring back an achievement great enough to be recognized by everyone, including his lord and master, The Demon King, then he would regain his position.

In a land full of darkness and strife, there was hardly any hope for ambition. All he had left was shame and reproach.

To achieve his goals, Kahn's eyes went beyond the dark plains that surrounded him and saw what lay behind the horizons.

Light.

If he couldn't achieve his ambitions in a land of evil and chaos, devoid of hope, he would find his answer in the very place where hope resided.

A place where denizens of chaos were scorned, hated, but most especially... feared!

"I will win... no matter what it takes!"

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