Demon god and his son

Wakuba being guilty of his past deeds was trying his might to support the one's capable of erasing Demon King. So without being worried about a strong testimony he trusted all of them with the protector sign.

Mekhala and Saisha made Orzala sit between them as they don't want her to escape this time.

Orzala in her mind: "Huh..! What a great trouble I'm in!"

Wakuba:

I never imagined of finding all the seven protectors at once. When things get such easy there will be some hidden difficulties. Looking at all their eyes makes feel their never ending rage.

It is just that when you burn your enemies down to ashes with flames of fire, at least you will get a burn on the hand. Because everything thing in this world comes at a cost. And rage is the thing that takes down the purity of soul with you.

These innocent soul's eager to avenge their loss in turn will end up with grief of greater loss. I can only help them by the story of rise of the Demon King.

He sighed with pain and started narrating.

I wonder what made everyone come to me and trust me. I hope I could be of any use.

I was narrating my sad and greedy past life to Orzala and was interrupted by you people. The visit made by you all confirms that you all are aware of the relationship between me and Demon King. I certainly thing, that showed the path of my land to you all.

Since I can see the cause you came for, I am willing continue my story.

It was around hundred years ago, when the crystal palace and the land of demons was ruled by Demon God Khalida.

Whenever we witness a person with exceptional skills in art, sports, battle skills or any other subjects we honour them with the name of greatest of all time. Khalida was one of them. The louche of all time.

His ravenousness for wealth and all the pleasures in the world had no limits. One gift of such deed was his own blood Kalhar, the demon prince.

He was a kind soul without even a single essence of evil. He inherited all the qualities of his sinless mother. But in the long run actions of his cruel father influenced his characters. He acquired the nature that only brings wrath.

As I previously mentioned I was a hostage in crystal palace for a year. Ever since I accepted the deal of the Demon Lord, I was being trained by their best masters in combat skills, strategies of the battle and weapons.

Unlike that of humans they had different ways of teaching. Before I could touch the weapons they made sure I was able of creating one with my own hands in dire situations. I was quiet impressed by their unique techniques.

I would be wrong If I said all those time was mistake. There were some moments in those that were worth living for.

All that time in crystal palace brought me close to Demon prince Kalhar. Slowly I started understanding him in a depth.

Though he was a Demon prince no one respected him. I often witnessed him being mocked and bullied for many reasons.

First, he was the result of Demon God's shameful act with his human servant.

I hope you all can imagine what could be that act.

So Kalhar could not inherit demonic powers. He was fragile, weak, hold no regenerating powers. In addition to this, a scar would take much more time than a normal human to heal.

Khalida would never keep such person in his kingdom but his beloved wife could not give birth. So adopted his illegitimate son as his successor.

In order to strengthen him up, Khalida tortured Khalhar for hours. He would hit him with long chains embedded with sharp edged thorns until his skin was ripped off, and brass bowl beneath filled with red blood.

Kalhar screaming due to unbearable pain still rings my ear. Even he was poisoned and was attacked by beasts. Shockingly he managed to survive in every situation but there was no progress in his powers.

Kindness was his strength. He had no desire for materialistic things. He was a kind of stage in between those blood hungry dire wolves.

A single incidence made him question his will and he permanently changed him to a beast that he is today.

"Why? What? What incidence?" questions echoed in the rock room.

In the middle of these Kalhar had a hope of life. His servant was a normal human. A girl in her twenties. Though she was not beautiful as main character of a story, she had an aura that only radiates positivity.

A ray of hope in the middle of despair. She always made sure to take care of Kalhar and his little things. She understood him the best. His likes, dislikes everything. He felt comforted and safe around her. In some lethal situation she even saved his life.

Slowly Kalhar was getting used to her being around. He blindly believed her. Slowing this feeling of like was converted to a kind of deep love.

Lack of love and care in his life made him get obsessed to her. He was ready to burn the world for her. That cunning girl was waiting for this moment. Swiftly she began to corrupt his divine soul. Filled him with the greed of power and wealth.

After many days of his confession to her, she started pushing him to his extremes to gain wealth and power. Everyone around her, even the one had no concern around him tried to warn him about her actions. But his blind love was infinite for her.

One night when Kalhar was searching for her, he found her moving towards the chamber of Demon God. He followed her out of curiosity but was heartbroken by the sight. His dearly loved women cheated on him with his illegitimate father.

This incidence had a great impact on his mind. He considered power and wealth as the ultimate weapon to capture attention of people. To obtain their love.

"Who was that girl?", Zesiro questioned coldly.

"Ruva, the first love of Demon King"

"But How did he acquire Blood stone?"

"Where is Ruva?"

"Where is Khalida?"

"Is there a way to turn him back to his kind form?"

So many questions smashed Wakuba.

Wakuba: Desperate kids!

Let me finish the story first. If you all keep interrupting, how will you know the answer. It took me hundreds of years and a massive destruction to find my right path but my story is making things easy for you immature kids. So have patience. Let me finish.

But in the middle of all the chaos only he was occupied by a mysterious silence. I can feel a strange misery behind his emotionless face.

Zesiro.. You are hiding something!