Now that everyone got a say in this can I get back to the actual story now? Yes? Thank you.. So where was I again? Right.. 100 year old me and smoky

Well there’s really not much to add to this except maybe for the fact that the magick that I’ve acquired after merging  was truly a godsend.. It might be weird, for me, a demon, to refer to something like that but stumbling upon smoky had spared me of the premature execute that my father had been maliciously planning for each and every of my birthdays.. How does the habit of generating an eerie black smoke  that my body had developed after being exposed to Smoky’s  influence helped me survive another 40000 years with someone like my father aiming for my life the same day every year as if it’s your every day’s family birthday tradition?

Obviously it didn’t..  but what truly saved me was the fact that Smoky is pure darkness, a void that has gained form for whatever reason. Smoky is the real thing.. nothingness that has gained a corporeal body.. His very existence puts even those demons that have spent their eternal lives while trying imitate the all devouring darkness by having their basic spells turn black in color by adding some dark element magic into them.. Sure they somehow managed to increase the potential of the spells if only by a little margin.. Even the pinnacle of their research, the process of mutating the mana within you to gain some similar attributes to darkness. This kind practice soon proved to show results but in the end most of the dare devils that had the gut to bite off more then they could handle ended up being bitten at themselves.. The funniest part is that what ate them was their own mana going rampant over the unnatural transformation and gaining devouring attributes.. The mage loses control over his mana because it had become something completely different that what he had being using all his life and ended up being turning into nothingness from within by his own creation which in the end meets the same fate after loosing the sole thing that had brought it all together into what it has now become.

But Smoky is different unlike those inept magicians and the insignificant residue of the rampaging mana..  Smoky is literally a being of darkness a certified denizen of the night that has managed to develop intelligence over the years… the years longer then infinity being someone older then world as we know it living and observing from the very beginning when there was only darkness and witnessing the birth of the first light invading his boundless home the expansion and creating of what is now called the living and immortal beings that are to busy with their daily worries to realize how insignificant their very existence is in the expanse of the multiverse and of that that delve beyond it’s furthest reaches. Yet Smoky that had gained awareness  was intrigued with our the daily trepidations and decided that he to wanted to join our little world and be a part of it’s bustling life and so he did. Though that is a story for another time.

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Going back to our original topic.. With smoky I have not only gained the ability to erase anything that comes close enough for me to manipulate my aura of black smoke turning it into a mass of darkness that is like a beast waiting to devour it’s pray at any given moment. Unfortunately children’s games like this won’t work against my dad and that’s where his second ability comes in that is to this day still is my most prized possession. After margining with smoky, a denizen of darkness, I have also gained access to the void.. a bottomless pit that can anywhere and nowhere at the same and this is what pissed my father off to no end every single year when I turn into nothingness right before his eyes and wait for my most feared day of the year to pass in genuine solitude.. Not counting the arses that keep bickering inside my head of course… But I’ve started to adapt already and learned to ignore the topics that they choice to discuss disregarding their age and not seeming not at all bothered by how unsightly they are.

Yet still, today at my 40000 old birthday and an ability that gives me access to my own little world that will welcome me at any time and can bring me to wherever I desire. The companions that are always bickering about things so pointless that it never stop to amaze me at how do they come up with such topic, yet while annoying they serve as the strongest assurance that one can hope to achieve. The assurance is their existence as long as they are still there then I’m sure to survive whatever the worlds throws before me.

And so it finally starts, the beginning of my more then 8000 long years of what has caused me to fall somewhere as low as a mortal realm..  My younger self had been summoned by the Governor, his father, personally to attend to the meeting help in the throne room.. grrrr a real throne… 

AuthNote: I'll try to keep the 8000 years Demon Realm ammount of chapters short only to point out the main events that happened during that time have him banished and begin the actual journey)