"Fool! Imbecile! Wretch, ye! Knows not what it does!"
The demon king, cloaked in tendrils of red smoke cowered, teeth barred (a Lvl 45 counter-aura, often deadly to brash knights and adventures). Above him towered the Sword Lord, his chest rippling even through glistening mail, his firm hands housting now the blade of a magnificent (and remarkably high level requirement) blade. Exodiar, the Demon Bane, it was called (Lvl 100 Requirement, +200 STR, +50 MGT, +30 CHA, On successful charged hit, cast Disintegrate), and many a demon and fiend had met their bloody end at its ire.
"Wrong. I know exactly what I do." he spake (a demoralizing taunt, just enough to safely lower its last natural defenses and ward spells).
With one firm thrust he severed a forearm just below the elbow (an intentionally non-fatal blow, one of his many combat maneuvers that he used to toy with demons). Fetid, black ichor sprayed forth. The technicolor glisten of his mail and tabard, caught in the ejaculation, seemed to shirk it off with soft sizzle (the mark of a costly and powerful Lvl 50 Arms/Armor enchantment).
"And I do it gladly," declared the Sword Lord, raising his high level sword again (its charged attack now engaged, its stats buffed by a previous 24hr boon from a Lvl 40 wizard).
At its zenith, the steel caught the sun peering between black clouds, and sung with sweet music and blinding light (its charge taking full effect now). The demon king shrieked incoherent babble (an admittedly low level spell, but all he could muster in his stunned status state). He raised his remaining hand, but not quickly enough to stop the coming wrath.
With a choral whistle, Exodiar cut throw the demon king's head and then torso (a critical hit, dealing maximum damage and engaging the latent charged sword ability Disintegrate). It burst into blinding white flame, it's death knell lost in the chimes of holy magic, the merest hint of the immense power the God's blessed this blade with (a Lvl 51 feat he'd only just attained).
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The Sword Lord, watching the demon king flitter to bits of ash, felt a tingle surge up his sword hand (the telltale signs of a massive XP reward, more than enough to reach Masterclass Prestige Level). Tremors of energy burrowed through his massive frame, his pregnant hands trembling now with pangs of awesome strength (his stats were multiplied now with the level increase, his Might quadrupled per the Prime Requisite Scaling, his Comeliness doubled per the Holy Peer subclass Master Feat "Righteous Beauty", his Attack Value multiplied by 10 per the martial benefits of the Fighter Origin and the Paladin Role Track, his Armor Defense Value doubled per the Defensive Herald fighting style and his Mail proficiency, his Attack Speed quadrupled per his Fast Draw metamartial multiclass cross-Skill, his Holy spell casting Lvl increased to 30, his Movement Speed doubled to 60 ft per round in conjunction with Human Race movement allowance and his Half-Elven Heritage Origin).
He held Exodiar aloft, the power erupting now from his vibrating form, and the light that caught it burned the clouds away like kindling. The Sword Lord wrenched his head back and accepted this gift from his God.
"The power is mine!"
His cry bellowed through the Under Hells like a horn blow, sending all manner of lower fiends, devils, and demons scrambling for safety (the Pious Shout ability now granted to him by the Masterclass 51, and of course his Godly Avenger class Dedication).
The shouts past echoes died, and the sunlight now found purchase in this Godless land. Coming down from this ecstasy, the Sword Lord saw now the bejeweled amulet smothered in ash at his feet, that had once hung from the late Prince of Demons (a prize itself from the A class treasure chart and worth its PP value alone in Finder's XP).
"Hah," the Sword Lord chuckled, "I suppose the Demon King left me a parting gift."
Kneeling, he swiped the amulet from the cinders and held it high. It caught the light wickedly and turned it into hues of green and gold, which the Sword Lord paid little mind (had the Lvl 40 wizard been present, he might have succeeded where the Sword Lord failed in properly Identifying the treasure).
"Many thanks!" and he placed the amulet over his head.
A peel of thunder cracked! The land shook! A wild red flame enveloped the Sword Lord (the telltale signs of a Level Draining natural ability common to high level Undead class, Fiend class, and Archon class enemies)! And the sun lost its ground in the Under Hells.
When the flames cleared, the hordes of frightful fiends looking on now, the Sword Lord was gone.
In his place stood a lanky young man, barely sixteen, spackled with blemishes and bereft of stature, weapon, or clothes.
All that he wore was a wicked looking amulet (the Sword Lord was level drained from Masterclass Lvl 51 back down to Lvl 0 Peasant NPC class by the cursed amulet, which the wizard might have identified as the Necklace of Naganisool, a Lvl 45 Cursed Artifact. The Demon King was not affected because of the racial exception to the negative effects, for him it would have functioned as a +30 Amulet of Lesser Foresight & Restitution)!