There is a funeral for the great hero who slayed the demon king. He became cursed afterwards and died shortly afterwards. The whole kingdom is here weeping out tears of sorrow as the king and the pope give their speech. Each shovel of dirt moved over the coffin adds on to the mournful tears of the people. They get their strongest knights and wizards to move a statue of the mighty here over the coffin. It reads here lies Aizan the slayer of demon kin.
100 feet below the dirt. In a gold and white masterpiece of a coffin all that can be heard is a loud sigh. “So this is how they decided to get rid me eh. Well they probably decided I was too strong to keep around. But jeez they couldn’t even kill me they just left me here. Since I’ve trained my body I can probably survive a few years. I have a good supply of water and food in my storage ring.” But this is gonna be a long few years I wonder what I can do to keep myself busy.”
Aizan the Slayer of demon kin was buried alive after foul play from the pope and the king. They gave him a strong poison that would slow all his vital signs for a day and played it off as a curse.
After a month of solitary confinement with no hope something interesting happens. Aizan sees a black sludge about the size of a fist seep into the coffin. “Well that’s new. Hopefully it’s something new to eat or interesting I’m getting tired of stale bread and retelling stories to myself for entertainment.”
The sludge reforms into a solid. It looks to be a baby fetus with no mouth and sharp claws. The lower part of its face rips open to reveal a mouth with black blood dribbling out. “So mortal I have a deal for you that could get you out of this precarious situation would you like.” Aizan cuts him off quick “sorry not interested you seem like you want my soul or me to sell my humanity for so dark powers and I still have faith in my god come back in a few years when I’ve lost my sanity maybe I’ll have changed my mind.” “Hmp so be it foolish mortal If you want to change your mind just speak my name farewell.” “ Wait you never gave your name wait goddamn ass hole.”
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After a year of isolation he’s told his own story to him self so many times he now thinks of himself as a third person.
After two years he’s now gotten low on food and started relying on carving drawings on his coffin with bloody fingers.
After the third year he finally snapped he thrashes around wildly yelling “Let me out Let me out!!” Having ran out of food he’s resorted to self cannibalism and eaten atleast 4 of his own fingers.
He stops his tantrum after he sees out of the corner of his eye a similar black skinned being sitting with a mad grin. “So I see you have all but lost your mind where is your god now.” “Aizan still believes his god will save him had forgives all.” The little creature replies “Well if he saves and forgives all why is there a hell in the first place? Why do good people have to die to go to heaven? Why do the evil rule everything but the kind get left poor and starve to death? Why have you who saved humanity from a ruthless demon king spent three years in isolation hmmmm?” “Aizan has no answer for that little sludge man. Little sludge is right. but Aizan has come to a conclusion. Aizan wishes to leave this place. Aizan wishes for freedom. Aizan wishes for food.” Even though it didn’t seem possible the little monsters smile got much wider as he approached Aizan. “Aizan wonders what kind of demon or beast you are? Aizan never seen a imp like you.” The fetus abomination lays its claw on Aizan’s forehead and says “there are things in this world much worse than mere beasts and demons. Things that even devils have nightmares about. Now sleep fore you are about to have a long journey back to the surface it won’t be easy or free. Sleep.”