Chapter 3. Mere Mosquitos

As the party walked through the dungeon there was a stifling silence, something that Boog had not since the boy had joined the party. Ever since they entered he was acting strange. A heavy solemn air hung around him. His back looked small his visage worn, and his head hung low in thought. This was a very uncharacteristic of the boy. The tapping of his steps stops for a grand throne room.

"We're here. Before we enter, I have something to say...I plan to die in this place." Rhock scowls." What the hell are you talking about Runt." The boy kept facing away. " I've trained my clan's ultimate technique to perfection; once we've weakened the demon king enough I'll self detonate my mana core, taking that bastard with me." The boy turned around." Here are teleportation scrolls I prepared beforehand."

Zwart whom seldom speaks voiced out. " Boy, are you sure?" A shadow covers the upper half of the boy's face hiding his expression. " This is the most surefire way to beat that bastard. I joined this team knowing that this was going to be my final resting place. By clan law my status as your elder requires that I put my life on the line for my juniors." everyone's face twitched in unison at the ridiculous drivel spat by the boy.

Rhock shaped down his visor. "Let's move, don't even think about using that technique unless death is the alternative."

Everyone entered the throne room on edge. Thousands of gargoyles, minotaurs, and demons were petrified in prostration before their king, an 8ft tall demon with red skin, bull horns, an abyss for eyes, and black bat wings on his shoulders. His head leaning on his hand his boredom evident.

The boy gripped his crossbow." Remove the vermin." His deep booming voice broke the monsters out of their stone shackles. Deep howls cried out and devils cheered at the prospect of misery.

The team fought like fiends. Boog's arrows filled with Gathorn's spirit flame burning gargoyle and demon alike down to the soul. With every draw of his bow at least seven heads would fly.

Zwart's every swing would send sharp arks of gales with every swing mutilating all within the juggernaut's range.

Rosario weakens the resolve and constitution of all the enemies of his comrades with his magic. Maria healed any wound accrued.

Rhock's lion head shield bellowed out toungs flames like a dragon, abusing any who attempted to get close to the mage or healer. His spear was like a viper striking out at foolish brutes who weathered the flames.

The boy desiring to humble the demon king, sneak blitzed the king, stabbing for the heart. But due to its intuition, it shifted slightly, resulting in a simple shoulder wound. The demon looked anything but surprised.

Meladoras rose from the boy's shadow smacking the king with his massive tail, sending him flying. Aiming his crossbow and unloading his entire clip of arrows, dipped in a concoction of his strongest poison they struck the demon king directly in the face.

The demon king slammed into the wall of the throne room. His body stood still for what seemed like an eternity. Glowing red a metallic liquid spills forth from his shoulder wound covering his body from the neck down, hardening into black armor. "Sometimes you feel the bit of a mosquito." His void-filled eyes came alive with pure malice and hate. A heavy pressure filled the throne room as the last demon fell. A thorny great sword rose from a portal beneath his feet. The moment he grabbed it a thick heave bloodlust engulf the throne room.

A king dashes into the fray.