1 Chapter 1 Eye of Darkness

Death does not know who, where, when or what kind of person experienced it. Even if the dead can't be brought back to life, that doesn't mean their memories will disappear. And that's what happened to a schoolboy from Japan named, Ryuzaki Kotaro.

He was just an ordinary young man living in his teenage years full of vigor. Have many friends, always diligent in school, and get a girlfriend. Even so, there was a hidden ambition in his soul that he never got until the end of his life.

A dream that infects any young person in the world, whether from the east or west, there is no difference at all.

The dream is to become a figure who moves from the darkness and monitors civilization. The one who will control the world once the seal is broken.

And finally, Ryuzaki Kotaru's dream has started its second half. Where fragments of concentrated memories have manifested into the memories of a noble child from another world.

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Behind the mansion's room, where the purple moonlight passed through the small holes of the ventilation openings. When the night wind hits the cloth, the power in the darkness has entered.

The unknown dark energies gathered into a unified whole, forming a majestic figure in the darkness.

There, a black haired boy, stood facing the mirror while continuously muttering something.

"Finally, my wait is over."

A wish that was never fulfilled will eventually come true.

"The walls of civilization that seal darkness, can never last forever."

The desire to rule the world from behind the scenes, is not something that is impossible. Or at least the child has that belief.

With his hands pressed against the mirror, the boy began to smile evilly. Sharp eyes and wide lips.

Then, the child's hand held the black hair and arranged it to cover part of the right eye.

Bangs Black hair has completely covered the right eye.

The boy's smile grew even more frightening—and as the evening breeze from the window he opened caused his black hair to dance in the wind.

"Fufufu~ perfect, this appearance is a beautiful mask for an inheritor of darkness. "

Even so, he felt that something was missing.

Something that might change everything.

As an inheritor of darkness, it is very important to maintain appearance. therefore, the fake mask he put on had to be something that no one else would ever notice.

Make a lightning bolt on the temple, a scar on the cheek or a dark dragon tattoo on the head. But it looks like it's still not enough.

Therefore, after fixing the hair, the child then puts his right hand around his eyes.

Little by little, until it finally covered part of the view.

Then suddenly a heartbeat beat with the force of thousands of horsepower. It grew louder every second, without showing any limitations, as if the power that possessed him at this moment could no longer be endured.

If only he opened his right eye, maybe this feeling would disappear

"Aaahh~ the power of darkness, I can't control it. These demon eyes seem to want to quickly unseal them."

The child's fingers began to clench, and his left hand gripped his head. The pain can vaguely be imagined by the head. Due to the pain, the child finally muttered.

"My power will be released soon. Now the world will soon know, what a demon lord is—"

However, the boy stopped at the last sentence, when he realized his goal was not to become a demon lord. But something else.

"King of devil? That's not cool at all—I'm about to become a demon general now."

Full of concentrated satisfaction, the boy then stood up and turned back.

The right hand that still covers part of the eye shows a kind of dark aura that is ready to be released, then the child laughs.

"Fufufu.... Fufu.. Fuahahaha.. Ha.. Ha. "

The laughter grew louder and scarier, as if shaking the ground around the room.

After laughing enough, the boy saw a golden-haired brother staring at him.

The boy of darkness then approached, and showed a confident smile. He then said.

"Fellow darkness, do you want to join me?"

The golden-haired brother, then replied.

"Why become a companion of darkness? Wouldn't it be better to be a hero? "

"Heroes are not as beautiful as those in fairy tales. "

A hero, can never destroy the darkness. That is the belief of the child.

He then came closer, then said something that had crossed his head.

It was a word he hadn't thought of before, but it purely appeared in an instant.

"There is a conspiracy behind it. "

"Conspiracy? "

"Yes. "

A sense of satisfaction begins to emerge. Conspiracy? Isn't that the work of the dark comrades? Now the child feels one step ahead to achieve the dream.

While his imagination was still being stimulated, the child continued.

"They, the heroes are just a bunch of arrogant people who are blessed by the goddess. The slaves of civilization without any progress. "

"Slaves? Is it really like that?" The golden haired boy had a curious expression.

"Yeah, they're slaves who invaded the demon land, not the other way around. History favors the victor. My past self, will never forgive them. "

The golden-haired boy's eyes, now widened and revealed a face full of hope. His ears throbbed when he heard the beautiful words begin to come out of his brother, showing how he was so curious about hidden conspiracies that the world didn't know about.

The spirit of youth is about to spread—no, The forces of darkness will soon find their first ally.

"In that case, I also want to become an ally of darkness. "

"Right choice. I will appoint you as the deputy general of the demon army. "

Then he opened the fingers of his right hand which was currently covering his eyes—then a red mixed blue light started to come out.

The left hand was raised causing a dark purple aura to appear and then float to focus on a single point, and then a magic circle began to form.

The kid, didn't really know why it happened. But clearly, that's all he got by reading ancient books from his parents' library.

However, it was clear evidence that he was an ally of darkness.

"My name when wearing the mask is Karl Northen. But when I put on the dark cloak, I am Black Lightning the lieutenant general of the 13th army. And this magic circle in my hand is proof of my loyalty as the servant of the demon lord. "

A General had been born to a seven year old child.

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10 years later-