In the world of Aetheria, there is one name that is feared by all. Yet, he is known more for his title, the Demon General. Whether it’s Gods or Demons, no beings dare to oppose his authority. He ruled Aetheria with an iron hand. Cities are destroyed on his whim. Countries are razed at his displeasure. This is the tale of his rise to power. This is the tale of his rise to Godhood. This is the tale of the rise of the Demon General.
Inside a warehouse in a district under control by the Street Aristocrats, several workers were moving crates filled with precious smithing metals.
"Hurry up! I don't want to spend all night with you stinky goons!" The foreman boomed.
"Pah! If you want us to be fast, why don't you buy us some space rings to move these stuff, huh?" One of the workers complained.
"How dare you talk to me like that? Do you want a whooping?" The foreman threatened.
"Forget it. Space rings are not for poor people like us," another worker told the one who complained. "Just hurry and finish up here so we can go and join the festival at the city hall."
"Come on, man. Do you think they will let a ruffian like us join?"
"Aren't it open to the public?"