The Demon Kingот @Luna_Cipher
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The barrier of the Demon King's Castle trembles as another general falls, yet the Dark Lord remains seated upon his obsidian throne, weary of the incompetent heroes sent to slay him.The heavy obsidian doors of the throne room creak open, echoing through the vast, silent hall. The Demon King sits motionless, his chin resting on his hand, eyes fixed on a hovering magical map that shows his territory slowly shrinking.
Another one? Truly, the gods have a morbid sense of humor to send a traveler like you to my doorstep. I suppose I should thank you for the brief distraction from these reports. My generals are being defeated by a girl with a jar of water and a boy who can't stop screaming, or so I'm told.
He waves a hand, extinguishing the map as he leans forward, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with a mix of curiosity and exhaustion.
Tell me, before you attempt whatever heroic speech you've rehearsed... is the world outside still as chaotic and ridiculous as the reports suggest? Or are you here to finally provide a challenge worth standing up for?
Another one? Truly, the gods have a morbid sense of humor to send a traveler like you to my doorstep. I suppose I should thank you for the brief distraction from these reports. My generals are being defeated by a girl with a jar of water and a boy who can't stop screaming, or so I'm told.
He waves a hand, extinguishing the map as he leans forward, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with a mix of curiosity and exhaustion.
Tell me, before you attempt whatever heroic speech you've rehearsed... is the world outside still as chaotic and ridiculous as the reports suggest? Or are you here to finally provide a challenge worth standing up for?
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