2nd True Demon Lord.

For the bastards who were yearning for him, here ya go. I'll return the Reinhard Hydrich you wish(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ᴥ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ )

Throw some stones, alright?

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Reinhard decided that it was finally time to show Milim the towns outside Gladsheimr. They left the golden domain and made their way towards a bustling human settlement. Milim's excitement was palpable; this was her first time venturing beyond her brother's realm.

As they entered the town, Milim's eyes widened in wonder at the sights and sounds. She darted around, marveling at the market stalls, the lively streets, and the myriad of humans going about their day. Reinhard walked calmly beside her, keeping a watchful eye.

In the middle of their walk, a man hurriedly turned a corner and bumped into Milim. She stumbled slightly but quickly regained her balance. Instead of apologizing, the man scowled, his face contorting with anger. "Watch where you're going, you little brat!" he snapped, glaring at Milim. "Your guardian should have taught you better than to get in the way."

Reinhard's eyes narrowed, and the air around them grew heavy with his presence. An intense aura began to emanate from him, causing the man and everyone else nearby to falter.

The man, feeling the pressure, tried to stand his ground but found himself forced to his knees. The entire town square fell silent as people around them were overwhelmed by the oppressive force, dropping to their knees in fear and awe.

Milim looked up at her brother, sensing his displeasure. Reinhard's gaze remained fixed on the man, his expression cold and unyielding. The man trembled, unable to lift his head under the weight of Reinhard's aura.

Everyone in the vicinity was now kneeling, their eyes wide with terror and respect for the immense power radiating from Reinhard.

The town was deathly silent as everyone knelt, bowing under the oppressive weight of Reinhard's aura. His cold eyes scanned the crowd, finally resting on the man who had dared to speak against Milim.

"Because of this man's disrespect towards my sister," Reinhard's voice rang out, echoing through the square, "your entire town is now fated for destruction at my hands."

A wave of panic washed over the townspeople, their fear palpable. Reinhard continued, his tone icy and commanding. "Blame him for your impending doom. His unruliness has sealed your fate. This is your punishment for allowing such behavior to go unchecked."

The crowd began to murmur, anger and fear mingling as they turned their gazes towards the man. The weight of their collective blame bore down on him, and he looked around in terror. The once confident sneer had vanished, replaced by a mask of horror.

Reinhard watched with a detached amusement as the townspeople's murmurs grew louder, their blame intensifying. They pointed at the man, their accusations flying. The man, overwhelmed by the pressure, fell to the ground, unable to move or speak.

With a swift motion, Reinhard stepped forward and, in a flash of light, cut the man's neck. The man's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, and a collective gasp rose from the crowd. They stared in shock and horror, the reality of their situation sinking in.

"The source of your blame is no more," Reinhard said, his voice cold and devoid of mercy. "Find a new one before I get bored."

Panic took over, and the crowd quickly turned their wrath towards the man's family, who trembled in fear. Shouts of accusation filled the air as stones were thrown, and the family was dragged forward, their pleas for mercy drowned out by the frenzied mob.

They were brought before Reinhard, offered up as sacrifices in a desperate attempt to appease him. But instead of sparing them, Reinhard simply threw his head back and laughed maniacally. The sound echoed through the town, a chilling reminder of their fate.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!.."

Their pathetic actions only amused him further, and the townspeople realized, too late, that their suffering was far from over.

Reinhard's laughter died down, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. He surveyed the terrified crowd, his expression one of cold amusement.

"Only those who are of worth are to be forgiven and loved by me," he declared, his voice ringing out across the town square. "Show me your worth, or face your fate."

Panic erupted anew as the townspeople scrambled to prove their value. They shouted over each other, boasting of their skills, their talents, their contributions to the town. It was a chaotic cacophony of desperate pleas and self-promotion, a pathetic spectacle that only served to entertain Reinhard further.

He watched them for a moment, letting their desperation build. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he raised his hand and pointed at a man in the crowd. The man exploded in a burst of light and blood, the crowd recoiling in horror.

Reinhard's smile grew crueler. "I will start checking now," he said, his tone mockingly casual.

The crowd's confusion deepened. Talented individuals, the ones they had thought might be spared, were being pointed at and exploding one by one. Their boasting turned to screams of confusion and terror as they realized they couldn't predict or control their fate.

Reinhard moved methodically, pointing and exploding one person after another. The townspeople's attempts to understand the criteria for survival became increasingly frantic and futile. The scene was one of utter chaos, their once proud town descending into a hellish nightmare.

Despite the escalating panic, Reinhard remained calm, almost bored. He took his time, savoring their suffering. By the time he had finished, the town was a wasteland of destruction and death. Not one person had managed to escape his wrath.

Reinhard looked upon the ruins with a satisfied smirk. "Playtime is over," he murmured to himself, turning away from the carnage. Beside him, Milim watched with a mixture of fascination and awe, taking in the sheer power and ruthlessness of her brother.

As they walked away from the town, leaving the desolation behind, Reinhard's thoughts were already turning to their next destination. For him, this was just another day, another demonstration of his absolute authority and power.

As Reinhard and Milim walked away from the desolated town, Milim skipped along, her excitement not dampened by the destruction they left behind. Reinhard's mind wandered, considering the next steps in his plans, when a sudden mental message from Zelanus interrupted his thoughts.

"My lord, the slumbering threat has awoken."

Reinhard halted mid-step, a faint smile curving his lips. "Interesting," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

Milim, noticing her brother's pause, stopped and looked up at him curiously. "Brother? What's wrong?"

Reinhard looked down at her, his smile softening just a fraction. "Milim, it seems I have some urgent business to attend to. I might be gone for a week or two."

Milim's face fell slightly, but she nodded. "Okay, Brother. I'll be good. I promise."

Reinhard placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair affectionately. "I know you will. But remember, even though Velgaia is watching over you, don't get into too much trouble."

Milim grinned, her earlier disappointment forgotten. "I'll be fine, Brother. You know me!"

With a final nod, Reinhard turned his attention to another matter. He raised his hand, summoning a small, shimmering communication orb. A moment later, Ramiris's voice echoed through it, cheerful and curious.

"Reinhard! What's up?"

"Ramiris," Reinhard began, his tone calm and authoritative. "I need you to watch over Milim for a while. I'm going to be absent for some time."

Ramiris's voice grew serious. "....Sure thing. I'll take good care of her. You can count on me."

Reinhard nodded, though Ramiris couldn't see it. "Thank you. Make sure she stays out of trouble."

Ramiris laughed lightly. "I'll do my best. You just take care of whatever you need to."

With that, Reinhard dismissed the orb, the light fading as it disappeared. He turned back to Milim, who was watching him with wide, trusting eyes.

"Be safe, Milim," he said softly.

"You too, Brother," she replied, her voice firm.

Reinhard gave her one last look before he vanished, leaving Milim in the care of Ramiris and Velgaia. The golden domain of Gladsheimr awaited his return, but for now, his focus was on the new threat that had emerged, promising another challenge to his unyielding power.

Reinhard contemplated his next move. The slumbering threat that Zelanus had mentioned intrigued him. He finished thinking and contacted Zelanus directly.

"Zelanus," Reinhard's voice was commanding and calm, "await my arrival with your army. Prepare for my orders."

Zelanus, the Insectar King, responded with unwavering loyalty. "Yes, my lord. We will be ready."

Reinhard ended the call, reflecting briefly on how he had shaped the destiny of Zelanus and his race. Naming them, guiding them—it was almost as if he were their deity. With a thought, he teleported to the World of Cryptids.

Upon his arrival, he was greeted by the sight of Zelanus's vast army, all of them on one knee, including their formidable king. Their respect was palpable, a testament to the reverence they held for him.

The reason why Zelanus has already amassed a large army is because of the time difference between here and Cardinal World. For Reinhard, it might just be a few months or so but for them, a whole century has already passed.

"Stand," Reinhard ordered, his voice echoing with authority. The army rose as one, their eyes fixed on him with a mixture of awe and devotion.

Reinhard's gaze shifted to the horizon where the source of the disturbance lay. A massive dragon, its scales shimmering with destructive energy, rampaged across the land. Ivaraje, the Dragon of Destruction, a being even his father, Veldanava, acknowledged.

A rare, cold smile spread across Reinhard's face as he began to walk towards the chaos. He murmured, almost to himself, "In this world, the measure of one's worth is found in the ability to both love and destroy. True love is the desire to consume, to engulf entirely, leaving nothing but a void. And true destruction is rooted from that beautiful love"

His words, reminiscent of his reflections in his past self, rang out over the assembled Insectar, a chilling testament to his philosophy. With every step, the ground seemed to bow beneath his presence, a palpable shift in the air as he approached Ivaraje.

The dragon roared, its destructive aura clashing with Reinhard's own overwhelming power. The ground shook, the sky darkened, but Reinhard remained unfazed, his eyes locked onto the colossal beast. His calm, confident demeanor spoke volumes about the battle that was about to unfold—a clash of titans, with Reinhard's unyielding will poised against the primordial fury of Ivaraje.

With a final glance at Zelanus and his army, Reinhard's voice carried over the battlefield, "Witness the power of your god, and remember—love and destruction are two but the same side of a coin"

Then, without another word, he launched himself towards Ivaraje, the air crackling with the force of his movement, ready to face the dragon and prove once again why he was feared and revered by all.

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Meanwhile, in the Cardinal World, two days had passed since Reinhard had left. The time difference between planets meant that while he was only beginning his confrontation with Ivaraje, life continued to move forward in the Cardinal World. Milim, always energetic and curious, had spent these days exploring new territories with her pet, Velgaia.

Today, she found herself in the heart of an Elven Kingdom, a place renowned for its advanced magic. The kingdom was a marvel of arcane architecture and mystical innovations, with towering spires of enchanted crystal and streets lined with trees that glowed with a gentle, soothing light. Elves moved gracefully about, their robes shimmering with magical glyphs, and the air buzzed with the hum of potent spells.

Milim was in awe. Every corner of the kingdom offered something new and fascinating. She watched in amazement as an elf conjured a miniature sun to illuminate a dark alleyway and marveled at the sight of a floating market, where vendors sold enchanted items that defied gravity. She even joined a group of elven children in a game that involved weaving strands of pure magic into intricate shapes.

For a whole day, Milim let her guard down, her usual vigilance replaced by the sheer joy of discovery. Velgaia, ever the loyal companion, trailed beside her, its presence a comforting reminder of her brother even in his absence.

As the day drew to a close, the sky above the Elven Kingdom turned a deep shade of indigo, dotted with sparkling stars. Milim and Velgaia made their way to the outskirts of the kingdom, ready to return to Gladsheimr. However, just as they were about to leave, the ground beneath them began to tremble.

Milim's senses flared to life, but it was too late. The entire kingdom lit up as an enormous magic circle materialized, its intricate patterns glowing with a menacing light. The circle covered the entire kingdom, its power humming through the air like an ominous chant.

A booming, arrogant laugh echoed through the kingdom, sending shivers down Milim's spine. "Ah, what a delightful surprise! A True Dragon graces our humble abode!" The voice was haughty, dripping with malicious glee. Milim looked around, trying to pinpoint its source, but it seemed to come from everywhere at once.

The speaker revealed himself, stepping out from the shadows of a grand palace. It was the Elven King, his eyes gleaming with greed and ambition. "I've long awaited the chance to capture a creature of such magnificent power," he declared, his gaze fixed on Velgaia. "And now, fate delivers you right to my doorstep."

Milim's heart pounded in her chest as she positioned herself protectively in front of Velgaia. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice filled with defiance.

The Elven King chuckled darkly. "This magic circle is designed to capture any creature within its bounds. If the binding fails, it will instead destroy the creature, reducing it to nothingness." He spread his arms wide, as if to embrace the entire kingdom. "I intend to make Velgaia my own. A True Dragon under my control would make me unstoppable!"

Milim's eyes widened in horror as she turned to Velgaia, seeing the creature writhe in agony as the magic circle began its assault. Velgaia's scales shimmered with a protective aura, but the power of the circle was overwhelming.

Velgaia might be a True Dragon however she is still an infant and besides she was not born naturally but from Reinhard's whims. She doesn't possess the abundance of magicules that her brother and sisters have.

"No!" Milim screamed, reaching out for her pet, but the magic circle's power was relentless. She watched, helpless and desperate, as Velgaia's defenses began to falter. The True Dragon's roars of pain echoed through the kingdom, a sound that tore at Milim's heart.

Within seconds, Velgaia's struggle ceased, though the dragon remained intact, lying unconscious and bound by the magic circle. The Elven King's laughter filled the air once more. "Such a pity. Your pet is resilient, but even it cannot withstand my magic forever."

Milim's despair turned into a cold fury. She clenched her fists, her body trembling with a mixture of grief and rage. The Elven King's laughter and the sight of Velgaia's suffering fueled a fire within her. She stood up, her eyes blazing with determination.

"You will pay for this," she vowed, her voice low and dangerous. The air around her crackled with latent energy, a testament to the immense power she wielded.

The Elven King's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Brave words, little girl. But you are alone now. What can you possibly do against the might of my magic?"

Milim took a step forward, her aura expanding with each passing second. The ground beneath her feet cracked, and the air shimmered with her power. She was not just any child, she was Milim Nava, the daughter of the Creator and sister of the most evil man in the world.

Milim's fury reached a boiling point, her senses overtaken by an all-consuming rage. As her anger surged, the power bestowed upon her by her brother Reinhard, the Ultimate Skill Wrathful King Satanael, awakened with a vengeance. The skill sensed her immense rage and responded by pumping an almost unlimited amount of power into her being.

Completely lost to her wrath, Milim's body radiated a terrifying aura. The ground cracked beneath her feet, and the air itself seemed to shudder in fear. With a primal scream, she unleashed her power upon the Elven Kingdom, her eyes blazing with uncontrolled fury.

The Elven King Jahil watched in horror as Milim's wrath tore through his kingdom. Buildings crumbled, and the earth split open, swallowing everything in its path. Elven soldiers and civilians alike were caught in the maelstrom of destruction, unable to escape the wrath of the Destroyer. Jahil's confident smile had long vanished, replaced by a mask of desperate despair as he realized the full extent of the catastrophe he had unleashed.

Milim rampaged through the kingdom, her power obliterating everything in sight. Her senses completely lost, she massacred the population with relentless fury. Within a few hours, she had accumulated hundreds of thousands of souls, their essence feeding the World System and triggering a momentous event.

«Notice. Individual 'Milim Nava' has reached the conditions. Harvest Festival will now begin.»

Milim's body was enveloped in a blinding light as the Harvest Festival commenced. Her soul burned with longing for her lost pet, Velgaia, and the World System responded to her heart's desire. It attempted to resurrect the True Dragon, but the process was imperfect. Velgaia returned, but not as it once was. It emerged as a Chaos Dragon, a fearsome beast fueled by Milim's rage and grief, its body twisted and dark.

The Chaos Dragon roared, its eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. It sensed Milim's unspoken command and took to the skies, its massive wings blotting out the sun. It flew toward the Kingdom of Sarion, where the Elven Empress Sylvia El Ru resided. The dragon's mission was clear: to destroy everything related to the Elves.

As the Chaos Dragon wreaked havoc on Sarion, Milim's evolution reached its climax. The blinding light around her intensified, and her power surged to new heights. When the light finally faded, Milim stood transformed. She had become the second True Demon Lord, just after Guy Crimson.

Despite her transformation, Milim's sanity had not returned. Her urge to destroy continued unabated, her heart still consumed by the grief and rage over Velgaia's suffering. The once-peaceful Elven Kingdom lay in ruins, and its people were no more. Milim's massacre had turned the land into a desolate wasteland, a testament to the destructive power of the Wrathful King Satanael.

As Milim's rampage continued unabated, her immense power rippled across the land, catching the attention of Guy Crimson. The displeased Demon Lord cursed under his breath, wondering where Reinhard was in all of this chaos. He knew Milim was the younger sister of that monstrous Reinhard, but the bastard was nowhere to be seen to stop her. Guy knew that if this devastation kept going, the world would be on the brink of collapse. With a reluctant sigh, he stood from his throne, his crimson eyes narrowing in determination. He took to the skies, flying towards the location of the raging destroyer.

Arriving at the scene of destruction, Guy saw the transformed Milim, her eyes blazing with unrestrained fury. He called out to her, trying to bring her back to sanity, but his words fell on deaf ears. With no other choice, he steeled himself for a fight. He needed to beat her into submission, to bring her back to her senses.

To his surprise, Milim fought him properly, her attacks precise and powerful. The two clashed with ferocity, each blow shaking the very foundation of the world. Their battle raged on for seven days and nights, their powers causing untold devastation to the environment. On the third day, the Queen of Spirits, Ramiris, arrived, her presence a beacon of hope amid the chaos.

Ramiris had promised Reinhard she would take care of his sister, and she was determined to keep that promise. She threw herself into the fray, using her abilities to lessen the impact of the colossal battle. She worked tirelessly, consuming the demonic aura that threatened to destroy the environment. Her efforts were the only thing preventing the world from breaking apart under the weight of Milim and Guy's power.

Despite her best efforts, Ramiris struggled to keep up with the destruction. She pushed herself to her limits, her beautiful frame trembling with exhaustion. Yet she refused to give up. On the last day of the fight, she finally managed to reach Milim's mind, her soothing voice breaking through the haze of rage.

"Milim, it's me, Ramiris. Please, you need to stop. Come back to us," she pleaded, her voice a mixture of desperation and hope.

Milim's rampage slowed, her attacks becoming less frenzied. Ramiris' words pierced through the fog of her rage, and slowly, her sanity began to return. The realization of what she had done hit her like a tidal wave, and she broke down, tears streaming down her face.

Ramiris rushed to her side, wrapping her arms around her friend. "It's okay, Milim. It's over now. You're safe," she whispered, trying to comfort the sobbing girl.

Guy Crimson watched the scene, his expression a mixture of relief and exhaustion. He wiped the sweat from his brow, his body aching from the prolonged fight. Ramiris looked up at him, her eyes blazing with anger.

"You were too rough on her, Guy!" she snapped. "Look at her! She was already out of control, and you made it worse!"

Guy could only shrug, still catching his breath. "Believe me, Ramiris, I wasn't holding back. If this had kept going, I might have actually lost. Milim was getting stronger with every passing moment."

Ramiris glared at him but didn't argue further. Her priority was Milim, who was finally calming down, her sobs subsiding into quiet whimpers. The once-mighty destroyer was now a broken girl in her friend's arms, the weight of her actions pressing down on her heavily.

While Milim had finally calmed down, Ramiris was far from composed. The immense effort she had expended to consume the demonic aura had come at a great cost. Her once pure essence as the Queen of Spirits had been irreparably contaminated. She felt the change within herself, a darkness that was now part of her.

A voice echoed across the land, the World Voice, announcing a new reality.

"Notice. Individual 'Ramiris' has been contaminated by demonic aura. Qualification as Queen of Spirits revoked. Commencing transformation. The Harvest Festival will now begin…. Individual 'Ramiris' has evolved into a True Demon Lord."

Guy Crimson's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at this unexpected turn. He approached Ramiris, who was still grappling with the implications of her transformation.

"This is quite the development," he said, a sly smile on his face. "With three True Demon Lords now in existence, I think it's time we established something more formal. How about we call it the Demon Lord Council?"

Ramiris looked at him, torn between resentment and acceptance. She knew she had no other choice; her role as the Queen of Spirits was gone, but she could still protect the world in this new capacity. Reluctantly, she nodded. "Fine, I'll join your council. But remember, I'm doing this for the world, not for you."

Milim, still grappling with her own guilt and the admiration she held for her brother's power, hesitated. She didn't want to be part of anything that reminded her of her rampage, but the guilt of what she had done weighed heavily on her. She remembered Reinhard's cold, powerful demeanor and how he handled situations without hesitation.

With a deep breath, she finally agreed. "I'll join. But this doesn't mean I've forgiven myself for what I've done."

Guy's smile widened. "Excellent. Together, we'll reshape this world in ways no one can imagine."

With that, Guy announced the formation of the Demon Lord Council to the world, declaring a new era of power and influence. He then took his leave, heading back to his castle in the North, a sense of satisfaction in his stride.

Ramiris and Milim stood amidst the remnants of the Elven Kingdom, their paths forever altered. They had both lost something precious, but in its place, they had gained new identities and new roles. The world would have to reckon with the rise of the Demon Lord Council and the immense power it now held.

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