Prologue

Well, the hero was summoned into the world to fight the Demon King, he smiled as he realized what had just happened and agreed to fight. From then on, he went to villages close to the Demon lands and killed off every Demon and human associated with the demons, on the way he met a boy, nearly his age, who fought demons without a hassle, and the soul wave that rippled from the boy could almost match his, a hero.

He told the boy to join his team and later on found out the boy was an orphan.

He and the boy soon went on to continue training and leveling up, until they met a magician, healer and thief who would join their party.

The boy immediately fell for the magician, as she too accepted his feelings...

When they had reached a considerable level as the Demon king kept sending more of his legions to fight them.

Eventually they reach the throne room and the boy and hero together join hands to fight against the Demon King, and as the hero expected, the boy was much stronger or even as strong as him, the Demon King died to the boys hands...

And he sat on the floor as he was exhausted, he turned to see the magician running towards him with a smile as he smiled at her.

She hugs him and congratulates him before stabbing him in the back with a blade coated with poison, and one that couldn't be cured.

It paralyses its victims, and makes it so you cannot use mana, as your insides melt.

She laughed as the hero came to her and grabbed her waist as he kissed her, before looking at the boy who just watched with an expression filled with wrath.

He tried his best but could only muster up enough mana to ask one thing...."why".

She laughed at the question and says, she never really loved him, she just followed the hero's orders to make sure he can never leave since he has feelings for her.

Then she spat at his face as the hero let go of her and walked towards him,

He said with a smile filled with malice,

Oh dear, I guess I'll let you know one thing, all the villages we raided, I killed everyone there because I felt like it, before I was summoned, I was a serial killer on the run, killing them by saying they were associated with the Demon king was just an excuse...I'm sure I killed your parents on the way but anyway, you...you were a threat to me from the first day we met...but why would I kill someone who could possibly be my shield when I face the Demon King, and like all shields, be thrown away when not needed.

Hhahahhah

He laughed as the boy slowly faded in his vision.

He opened his eyes to discover that a grave was set beside him, he looked at his chest and saw there was no blade there nor his body, only to realize, they had buried him...

Maybe they had a semblance of humanity.

He spoke too soon, he saw a vague figure approaching, no two.

He looked closer only to see it was those two..

The two who betrayed and put him there.

Their acting was flawless, never did he think that she hated him that much, and never would he have known, everything they had was planned.

They stood Infront of his grave and he noticed they had aged significantly, but not too much.

"Hah, it was right to kill him off, even now I still feel the wave of his soul, albeit faint. " the hero said as the girl nodded,

She couldn't feel it, but she wouldn't deny the strength he had.

The hero looked at her and had a wicked idea...

He turned her to face him and kissed her, as she kissed back.

He felt her body, every singly part as she moaned I pleasure.

He stopped kissing her only to look at her and she knew, just what he wanted.

The boy watched, he knew he couldn't do a thing but he hated them, down to the very end.

Unknown to him, his soul which was gray, turned darker and darker with each time his wrath was insatiable.

They had sex on his grave and the hero said as he wore his clothes,

I wish you were here to see this, maybe then you'd realize, not a single one of us liked you, blame that absurd strength you had.

He spat on the grave where they just had sex and pissed on it.

She looked at him doing that and laughed, joining him to desecrate the grave of their former member.

The boy who watched all this with a rage that couldn't ever be calmed didn't notice when his soul turned dark, as a bead formed on his chest which seemed to absorb something from the surroundings.

The hero and magician felt something but it was feint so they just turned around and left, not heeding nature's ways to mind.

The boy who saw black strands floating towards his body, didn't care as his vision was solely focused on the two...

Anger, embarrassment, rage, regret, abandonment, there wasn't a negative emotion he didn't feel...

And soon, before he realized, his vision went blank.

As the bead absorbed all the dark strands in the surroundings infinitively as his sound disappeared from there.

And on the ground where his soil form laid, a figure of his body was imprinted to the ground...

This is the beginning of the Monarch of the dead.

-A.N- Lets gooo!!!