Village part one

Eyes snapping open, the demon lord was met with blue cloud filled skies. Around him a valley of green grass that went off into the distance. Flowers of all colors finding themselves scattered in this plains.

Slowly the King of demons sat up, wincing as a searing pain erupted from his side. Taking a glance at the origin of his pain his eyes widened a fraction of a second before silent rage took its place. The wound wasn't anything severe, in fact it barely fell into the category of a bruise, yet as he stared at the injury he knew it wasn't so simple.

As long as he held breath this wound would haunt him. Always in pain, always a vulnerable spot, always present.  Thankfully it isn't crippling, just rather annoying.

This wound was a "gift" the goddess had given him before she sent him to another world during their battle. He had been so close to total victory, when the goddess used an ability that was only reserved for potential heroes. Reverse Hero summoning.

That's right he had been sent to another world. 

" When I escape this world and find my way back. I swear you will die an agonizingly painful death" he snarled, the winds picking up slightly as his magic spiked.

She was right there in front of him. Her divinity ripe for picking. She was defenseless, weakened from the battle between them. Nothing should have forced him to draw out the battle.

 Yet, he allowed his vices to control him. The demon lord played with his food, when he should have stuffed it in his mouth. His arrogance had allowed her to gather what remaining energy she had, and summon him to another world.

It was frustrating to know all his hard work had went down the drain. His army of the strongest demons to exist, gone to waste as a inferior demon mostlikley took charge in his absence. The weapon of the first demon king lost in a world he no longer belonged. 

He could almost say he lost more than he gained, if he gained any. However two factors made up for the fact he had lost so much. Two factors that while not useful right now made up for it in the long run.

Finally standing up the demon king gave his surroundings a more in depth look. Predictably he noticed far more this time than when he had first woke.

Such as the familiar feel of magic in the air, albeit slightly different from what he's used to. Or the movements of small white animals with elongated ears. The most obvious however was the all to familiar scent of blood in the distance.

Looking towards the origin of the putrid smell of iron he was not surprised to see smoke rising into the atmosphere. It seems as though this was a chance to gather some information. Lucky him.

With a goal in mind the demon king set off towards the smoke intent on extracting information from this worlds residents.