“Come my child. Let me show you the way of the warrior.” Amaya's voice rolled into the air and clashed with the tune that radiated from Imari's body. Pride filled the demon lord's heart as it stared at the imp. Love in its purest form flickered like a freshly lit candle within the depths of its chest.
Imari's eyes shone with an otherworldly brightness that radiated an unrelenting love that only a child could have. “Of course father.” She beamed and she flourished her spear, which was now too small for her size. purple, and black ichor arched through the air and splattered into the grass.
“This spear will be small, but it will serve its purpose.” Amaya extended a slender hand. Its caramel flesh glimmered in the radiant sunlight like a freshly polished diamond.
Without asking one of the imps stepped forward and reverently passed its spear over to the demon lord. Its slender fingers wrapped around the wooden half, and with a quick thought it began to cycle its mana. The power coursed through the never used channels. But Amaya could feel something that was far different than its memories showed. Where Kals magic was a silver flame that devoured everything it touched, Amaya's was like a tidal wave of shattered glass. It flowed like the purest of water, shredding itself, and everything around it in a violet haze. It tore through Amaya's mana channels like a tsunami, restructuring them. Waves of the most exquisite agony ripped through the demon lord as it did so.
The dried mana channels quickly stitched themselves together as fast as they were shredded. Violet strands of magic reached out from the broken glass, and pulled dissected flesh back together, and fused it back into one smooth channel. All the while, Amaya’s head twisted slightly, and a low throaty moan escaped from its throat. The pain was truly exquisite
As the mana left its body small slivers of glass danced in the air before sinking into the wooden shaft. The wood seemingly screeched as the mana shredded the material. Yet, in its place was a thin sheet of a strange glass-like substance that consumed the shaft of the spear like a starving man. Traces of purple light flickered into existence, like small rays. The haft screeched in pleasure as it stretched, and fragmented into segments made of the finest glass that twisted like a snake.
Amayas eyes lit up, as the last vestiges of pain left its body. A whip would be a unique addition to its growing arsenal. Though if it was going to be honest with itself, this form of magic was also unique. The knowledge of it was ingrained in the depths of its mind. It was the right of a demon lord to have knowledge of such things.
This magic was called the tome of the fractured mirror. A type of magic fully designed to shred the mind, body and soul.
A low chuckle escaped from Amayas lips, as it stared at its new weapon. This was a whip made up of solid mana. But it wasn't just any weapon. No, this was a mark of its office. A weapon crafted by its innate power, and a reflection of itself. Amaya flicked its wrist, and the whip lashed out. Thousands of glass edges scintillated in the sunlight and looked like a serpent enthralled by a song. It raced towards a tree that stood almost three meters away. The edge of the whip sliced into the tree, and a strange etheric scream filled the clearing. Wood was sheared away from the trunk. Sap coated the glass blades of the whip as it shredded through like nothing was there. A faint blue light flickered from the tree, before fading away, causing the entire tree to wither in the blink of an eye.
The demon lord knew what it had done. It had shredded the mind, body and soul in that one attack, and the tree's life blood became attached to the whip. The blood that flowed through the tree will now become something more. A cold chuckle escaped from the demon's lips and it flicked its wrist to bring the whip back. The serpentine whip twisted and rushed back to Amaya, curling in on itself, turning back into a spear encrusted in a strange thick liquid
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“This will do nicely.” The demon lord spoke to no one in particular as it gracefully swung its new weapon. Now, the next step was to train its new champion. It glanced inwards, and saw that its mana core was resting at nearly half of its original capacity. That wasn't bad considering that it had elevated Imari to the rank of Chosen and summoned a few dozen imps. With that knowledge it could gauge just how much mana it had at its disposal, and it was a colossal amount.
Perhaps, it was best to summon more imps to start, and train them as well. It was planning an invasion, and it would need troops to command. But it wasn’t attacking a random spot. No, it would launch an invasion on the demons of war. While it lacked the strength to fight the more senior lords it would still enact bloody vengeance on the unaffiliated. Until it was time to strike. This would be truly the most succulent of revenge.
Amaya spun around, and gazed at its children, and new champion. “Those who wish to learn the way of fighting. Come to me. Otherwise, focus on building for your warriors.” The demon lord's command filled the air like divine thunder, spurring all of the imps into movement. Some, scrambled over, and quickly took the spears from the lukewarm hands of the freshly killed. Others went to work felling trees and expanding the sizes of the small houses.
The demon lord’s eyes fell onto the others and it nodded its head with satisfaction. There were twenty here. While not enough for a full scale raid, it was a problem easily rectified. With a wave of its hand a single thought the scroll appeared.
This time it had the page for demons already summoned, and it was eying the new piece that had appeared.
Demons of Perfect Ruin:
Classification: Unique
Demons of Perfect Ruin are a unique variant of demon created by Demon Lord Amaya. They are lithe creatures, fueled by purpose, obsession, and unerring perfection in whatever they set their mind to.
Amaya nodded its head as it regarded the new variant. This was good, it could summon a few of them to act as leaders or commanders. At least if they had the mental capacity to do it. Imari is the prime example of their kind after all. Amaya brought its slender hand up and stroked its chin thoughtfully. If all it’s children are fragments of it, doesn’t that mean, it could guide its birth? Curiously blossomed in its chest, and a wry grin crossed its pristine face.
It focused on the rune for the Demon of Perfect Ruin, and snapped its fingers. The sweet sound boomed out filling the air in a thrilling cacophony. “You will be the commander of my legions. The mountain that will never bend. Rise, my Morningstar.” A single rune, etched in the finest of purples appeared in the air forming with the power that was rushing from Amaya's chest.. It was but a single snowflake, twisting reality apart as it spun.
A violet haze drifted from the profane rune and fell to the ground like a feather. It filled the air, and a strange presence formed in the center. It was a strong presence, one that commanded authority, and beckoned no resistance.
Glowing red eyes formed from the haze and flickered into existence. They blazed like a sea that had just come to life, and raged with the strength of a tempest. “You have called, creator.” A deep voice boomed out. It was a voice that bellowed like a pounded drum and caused the air to ripple.
A sole gust of wind shredded the purple haze, revealing the newly born demon. It was tall, even taller than Imari. It had long silver hair that hung off its head in ample waves that danced in the air. The face of the demon was that of an angel from Kal’s time on Earth. Its face was sculpted, and radiated a sense of unerring beauty. It was carved from marble, and cast in gold. Waves of holy providence radiated from the slender demon, as it stepped into existence. Authority dripped from it like thick ink and settled onto the demons around it, forcing them to their knees.
How glorious. Today marks the first step towards the salvation of the mortals, and downfall of the gods, and demons, and Amari, couldn’t wait for that day to come. Oh revenge was going to taste so sweet.