[The Ancient One]

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A little red devil ran inside an enormous black castle, his sharp black cloven hooves tapping on the cold black marble floor.

Little red devil had his black wings furled, his entire body was red with black fur covering from waist down. Sharp, long black claws; razor white teeth; tall black horns curved backward. He was one hell of a devil, alright. Even the eyes; red reptilian slits and black scleras. His whole torso, arms, and face were blood-red to contrast the black.

He was quickly making his way somewhere; once he got there, he took a knee as he looked down at the floor.

He was in a throne room; a very peculiar place made of a strange black ore. The ore had veins running through it, glowing red like blood. The floor was made of sleek black marble with the same red veins coursing through it; it felt almost like the entire room was alive.

The atmosphere was very solemn but deadly silent.

On the throne was a man—No! A Demon!—He sat on a tall throne; a treasure, maybe. It gave off an overbearing feeling of power and authority. Other's felt a suppressive power pushing them to their keens the closer they got. The little red devil barely made it 30 meters to it as he mercilessly got pushed down to his knees.

The demon sat on the throne lazily; his right leg was on the right armrest, left leg on the floor, his body slouch on the left side of the throne as he rested his left hand on the left armrest. His head was facing towards the ceiling as he snored asleep with his mouth wide open.

"My Lord, I have found what you are seeking!" The Little red devil spoke out.

The demon stopped snoring as he slowly opened his eyes. He had blood red reptilian eyes, tan skin, short raven hair. He wore a long raven black jacket with ripped black jeans and black boots. His muscular physique and 6 pack abs showed as he kept the jacket front open.

He slowly fixed his position and sat more properly on his throne. Ruffling up his messy hair, he commanded the little devil in front of him.

"So... where's that ancient dinosaur been hiding?"

His voice was deep and authoritarian.

The little red devil responded, still facing the floor. He wouldn't dare lift his face unless his lord told him so.

"I've found him in the Etherdome Galaxy, your highness."

"Hmmm... Etherdome Galaxy you say? Alright, Etherdome Galaxy it is. You may leave."

The demon, along with his throne, vanished without a trace.

The little red devil then turned around and left.

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(Etherdome Galaxy)

The demon and his throne appeared out of nowhere. The beautiful view of space surrounded him in all directions.

'Now where the hell is this old fox hiding?'

The demon wondered to himself as he moved his head from side to side; looking for something.

'Found him!'

The demon exclaimed in his head as a vicious smile appeared on his face.

Disappearing one more time, he appeared back in a land of vast greenery and tall hills. There were all kinds of flowers everywhere, along with unique animals. It was a very relaxing sight to behold. A river streamed down in between the hills as the animals drank fresh water from it. An old white man in a roman robe with sandals on sat near the river, petting one of the many animals.

The old man had a white sagely beard and long white hair.

"Old Man!!! How bout you send me to that mythical place written in the legends!"

The demon proposed a deal to the innocent old man. His booming voice scared all the animals as they dashed away. A visible black aura enveloped him and his throne as he gripped onto the ends of the armrest forcefully. His vicious smile turned to a psychotic grin as his eyes glowed ever so slightly.

"No, who the hell do you think you are?" The old man responded, unfazed.

The demon's expression turned to disbelief, then it changed again; now, he was royally pissed off.

He disappeared once again and instantly reappeared in front of the old man.

Before the old man could react, a backhanded slap came flying towards his face; so fast that the space around the hand collapsed as it moved faster than light speed.

*Bang*

The old man's whole face distorted as the backhand connected before he could even react and put up a guard.

But that wasn't the end.

You don't just royally piss off a demon and get away with only one slap.

The demon kept on teleporting between places, slapping the shit out of the old man's face.

The old man came out with a whole pig face, black and blue.

"SO... you gonna talk now? OR..."

"No! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

The old man figured he was absolutely no match for the demon in front of him. He even started questioning how one can be so powerful. This old man has lived for billions of years; but not once has he ever been beat so badly.

"But I have one question, who are you?" The old man asked, as he looked at the demon with fear in his eyes.

"I'm your granddaddy, bitch! Now bow down, I don't want to see your ugly face, neither does the grass, but it has no other choice. HAhaahahaha"

The demon ridiculed the old man and forced him to bow down.

"Now... tell me how I could get to the world written in the legends."

The old man was about to lift his head and speak, but a powerful pressure dawned upon him, making it impossible to move.

"Errr!... You need to do special ritual! And only I can do it!"

Gritting his teeth under the sudden pressure, the old man responded angrily.

"Then do it, what are you waiting for? Get going" The demon responded coldly.

"You demon! How am I supposed to do it if I can't move?" The old man cried out as he tried to reason with the demon.

"Tch! Such a weak old man, you better not try anything funny or it's off with your head." The demon rolled his eyes as he removed some pressure off the old man.

The old man tried to get up but he couldn't; he sent a scornful look in the demon's direction as he got on his knees and started drawing with his blood; pentagons, stars, and a whole lot of circles with different inscriptions on them.

An hour later, everything was ready as the magic lit up with a black aura.

"It's done!" The old man exclaimed, whipping off the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.

The demon has been watching him closely the whole time, from the comfort of his throne.

He didn't say anything as he got off his throne for the first time in a while. The throne disappeared somewhere as he walked to up to the middle of the magic circle.

"Alright, I'm here now. Activate it." The demon commanded the old man.

"I will, but answer my question from before, will u?" The old man responded.

"I'm The Greatest Demon King in existence, remember that."

The Demon King then took control of the magic circle and activated it himself; his body disintegrated into nothing as the magic circle soon dimmed into nothingness.