Monarch of darkness

In a grey world, an ancient city was burning. Corpses were littered on the ground. A strong stench of blood was wafting in the atmosphere. Wailing sounds were coming from some places time to time.

"Supreme emperor, I am going first. May the pride of us devils stay eternal", a sturdy looking man shouted. His body gradually disintegrated and he completely disappeared after few seconds.

"Supreme emperor, please escape. As long as you can escape, our hope will remain", a group of armoured warriors cried out in unison.

"Can I escape? Even if I can escape so what? Can I face our ancestors?", the old man in the lead shook his head. A self ridiculing laugh appeared in his face.

"Don't urge me any more. This is the resting place, I Arthur Hendrickson have chosen for myself", a determined look appeared in the eyes of the old man.

"But before I die, I will make our enemies pay. I will send them to netherworld before I perish myself", a ferocious look appeared in his deep eyes.

He was wearing a shining black armor over his body and was surrounded by a group of enemies who rode the gigantic flying magical beasts. His tied up long white beard started to sway in the turbulent wind as he raised the magical staff towards the sky above enemies.

"Great apocalypse. Burning shower of meteorites", he shouted and a glow appeared on his magical staff. Heaven and earth started to shudder and burning meteorites started to rain down from the heaven. With the symbols on his face and the pitch black pupils, he was looking extremely demonic.

"Ah!", bloodcurdling screams appeared all around him as countless enemies crushed by the burning meteorites. The enemies who managed to escape looked at the old man with trepidation in their eyes.

The old man was standing there like a impregnable wall against his enemies. He constantly swung his magical staff and meteorites fell down constantly from the heaven.

When the enemies started to become hopeless, another old man in a white robe appeared riding a gigantic beast. That beast was fierce looking and its' every beating of wings made a whirlpool of wind in space. The old man was emitting a majestic aura and he wore a golden crown on his head. He waved his sword and countless sword beams scattered across space. It easily cut down the meteorites to pieces.

The man atop the gigantic beast laughed mockingly and said, "Oh, almighty Arthur, how much time you can last! You have fought for three days already. Go to your grave and stop causing trouble. From now on, there will be no devils in this ruined domain.''

In reply old man Arthur laughed crazily. A mad desire for battle could be seen in his old eyes. He turned his head and shouted, "Cerberus, Shadowhorn flee with all remaining warriors, there is nothing you guys can do. I am covering for you guys. Go away quickly."

There was a group of warriors who were fighting behind old man Arthur. They all had blood soaked bodies and tattered armours as they were protecting the back of their emperor from the attack of enemies. A reluctant look appeared on their faces as they were unwilling to leave the old man in black armor behind.

They stood behind the old man even after listening his order. Seeing this, Arthur shouted angrily, "You must go, protect our last hope.''

The group of warriors fled to different directions reluctantly. A mad shout for war was heard from a distance. They turned their heads to look back and tears welled up in some of their eyes. But they fled finally as it was the last wish of their emperor.

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Somewhere, in a different world a group of black clothed people were kneeling orderly. They were surrounding a citadel and prostrating in front of it. A short altar could be found at the middle of the citadel. That citadel was looking ancient. Paintings of different types of mythical beasts covered the edges of it. The citadel was black in colour and full of crisscrossed scars.

The prostrating people were chanting in an obscure language. Suddenly the gloomy citadel lit up. It seemed like the paintings of the mythical creatures came to life for a moment. The pupils of black clothed people became dilated. They became completely stunned by this sudden turn of event.

Cracks started to appear on the top of altar. Gradually the cracks widened and the short altar crumbled. A dazzling white shadow appeared on the altar. A greyish strand could be seen entangled with it. The greyish strand transferred itself to a middle aged man. He looked at the surrounding and said,

"Thanks for taking care of this soul altar. You guys don't have to remember this incident. Let me see one of your memory to understand the situation. I want to know where are we exactly!"

He floated towards the group of flabbergasted people. His illusory hand reached toward head of one of knelling person. The kneeling black robed person's eyes turned blank. After sometime the illusory looking middle-aged person removed his hand. A relived expression appeared on his face and he shouted, "I, Cerberus have completed my mission. I have successfully escorted young Lord to a lower world."