Demon Kings

Inside a large and exquisite restaurant, countless demons, each sitting in pairs at a table made of Feind wood, dresses in bold and flashy attire.

They converse with each other in low volumes, occasionally letting out haughty laughter. 

While engrossed in their conversation…

Badump

A tremor reverberated throughout, causing the entire restaurant to plunge into silence. 

Badump

As the heartbeat continues all the demons nervously shift their gaze towards the only moving creature in the entire establishment. 

A man with so much beauty he could be mistaken for a woman, dresses in a waiter-like attire. The man elegantly roams, table by table, gently placing food before the seated demons.

The man has an appearance similar to that of humans, the only difference being the blood-red sclera encompassing the entirety of both his eyes. 

Finally placing the last tray he was carrying onto its respective table, the man lifts his gaze and peers in a seemingly random direction. 

If one were to dare to stare into his eyes, they would see the scene of terrains being formed. Mountains rise, rivers form, and skies are created, eventually generating a vast picturesque scenery missing only the vitality of animals and trees. 

As time goes by, the terrain continues to expand at a rate of millions of miles per second.

Shifting his gaze away, Cruentum Solium lets out an indifferent chuckle, "Took that lazy bum long enough." 

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in a dark alleyway stands a dilapidated shack. the shack would occasionally tremble, giving the impression that it would topple over any minute from now. 

Peering inside, the source of the trembling could be found.

A muscular, 5-meter-tall, red-skinned demon whose forehead is adorned with a single broken horn could be seen chugging down a massive jar of what seems to be alcohol. 

Boom

The demon slams the jar onto the counter causing what feels like a small earthquake to appear within a dozen-mile radius 

"FILL ME UP!!!" 

with a deep and aggressive voice, the demon speaks to no one in particular. 

Then as if by magic a translucent fluid appears in mid-air, then after floating for half a second, it descends into the jar, filling it to the brim. 

With a wide and satisfied grin, Iratus brings the jar to his lips, preparing for another round of chugging. 

Badump

However just as he opened his mouth, the sound of a heartbeat, followed by a soft tremor reverberated throughout. 

This caused the drink to slightly spill, decorating his manly chest with a small patch of wetness. 

Silently staring at the jar that's no longer filled to the brim. A surge of anger suddenly engulfed him causing him to stand up and let out a furious roar. 

"BASTARD APATHY!!! HOW DARE YOU F*CK WITH ME!!!"

"NARAMIL!!!"

Whoosh

A classy-looking demon with elf-like ears, an orange tuxedo, and a single spectacle over his left eye suddenly appears. 

Naramil gives a slight bow before standing straight with a taunting smile. 

"What can I do for you, my king" 

Ignoring Naramil's disrespectful gaze, Iratus angrily orders. 

"GATHER 100 BILLION DEMONS" 

"IT IS TIME TO TEACH THAT PHILOSOPHICAL RUNT A LESSON" 

With a disdainful smirk, Naramil replies, "As you ordered, my king."

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Inside a void of emptiness, a pair of silvery grey eyes slowly opens causing the emptiness itself to disappear, leaving behind a contradictory space of both existence and non-existence. 

After an unknown amount of time, the eyes return to their previous closed state. Only the constant morphing of the space that's attempting to validate its existence remains, acting as proof that there was ever something there. 

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[AN] this chap is short but its for a reason, the next character being introduced needs a full chapter all to himself so... umm, don't bash me.