Chapter 21: Human
What is Demon King?
A demon king is a king among all demons, a ruthless creature who owns the forbidden sin, an evil god that brings havoc everywhere he steps.
Yes, that is what makes a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I’m a demon king. I AM A DEMON KING
So why do I run away? Is it cowardice? Because of the new sin?
No, not because of it. Even if a new sin was born, it shouldn’t have any effect on this world. Only hell would be
So-so, why am I not hungry anymore? Why did I laugh? How can I feel peace? What is this information? And most of all, how can I fear?
“You look just like a human now.”
A wild theory appears in my head. My existence was depleted; sure, I managed to escape on time, keeping my memory and my soul, but what if my soul has already lost something? Not only the life force, but my anchor, my meaning, my title of “Demon King." No, even the title “Demon” alone seems to have gone.
I am still brutal, but not like before; I don’t care about insect lives; I never needed it or cared for them. But the fact that I don’t straight up kill everyone, enslave my servant, or kill that old lady speaks volumes of how much I changed.
H-HAVE I BECOME A HUMAN, THAT’S ABSURD. But a soul with nothing cannot change anything, so does that mean-
“Yeah, Isaac changed you into a human.”
All these unfamiliar memories, the reaction of the body when meeting someone he used to know, and this unknown voice. All of this points out one thing.
“You are Issac, not Beelzebub.”
“SHUT IT, SHUT IT UP"
During the carnival, a blond man holding his head caused a lot of attraction by running while screaming. But his action was overwhelmed by the joyful atmosphere of the carnival.
I ran and ran and ran until there weren’t many people left, but I still ran with blood from my hands until I tripped and slammed hard into the ground.
“Looking at this bastard.”
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“Seeing the master's face seems to frighten him this much.”
“Let drag him somewhere hidden and beat him up before Master arrives.”
"Yeah, let’s do that.”
They brought Beelzebub to a dumpster, and all four of them beat him up. But all in his mind, he is having an identity crisis.
I am not Issac, this memory, why can’t I get rid of it? But that is not all—the eyes, the GRAY EYES.
"Remember it?"
Every time I remember it, I remember the despair I felt, the helplessness and dread. I don’t want to think about it, so make it stop. MAKE IT STOP
“This bastard ability sure is convivence.”
“Yeah, my hands have become all sore.”
“Let’s bring something then.”
The group picked an object in their hands with their devilish smile. They approach the bloody Isaac, who is scratching all over his body.
“Hey trash, bowed down, will you?”
Trash, trash I looked up only to see 4 pairs of gray, cold eyes that were looking at me. On the other hand, with the word trash and multiple nonexistent insults banging at my head, certain weird memories keep rising. I AM NOT ISSAC, NO, NO
Right now, Beelzebub isn’t facing one trauma but two; another one came from Issac's body and the soul he absorbed.
“Make it stop.”
“What is this?“
“SHUT UP, SHUT UP.”
Beelzebub jumps at the nearest person. With his legs locking the other neck, he begins to punch him with insanity in his eyes.
“HUAHHHH”
“YOU BA-“
But before others could react, the person’s skull was dented with each punch until the entire head, along with his eyes and teeth, was crushed, turning into something similar to a dry grape.
“MO-MONSTER”
“DEMON”
The thugs, realizing something was wrong, all ran away, but Beelzebub grabbed the ankle of one thug and swung it like a nunchaku to another thug's spine, paralyzing him.
The thug whose leg is still grab by Beelzebub, have already die from the attack.
He dashed toward the final one, then used the corpse's legs to wrap around the other's neck, choking him. The grip is strong enough to pierce through the skin and the bone, making the choke even tighter.
He then twists his body and jumps up high in the air. With his hands on the corpse's legs, which is choking a thug. He slammed down like a hammer into the paralyzed thug's head, causing a bloody explosion. Looking at the carnage, he releases the corpse and then howls in madness.
“SEE SEE, I AM THE DEMON KING; I AM NOT A HUMAN, KEHKEHKEH.”
"Yeah, keep fooling yourself."
"SHUT UP, WHAT ARE YOU, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
Beelzebub turns around only to find no one. He kept looking until a voice, unfamiliar and yet familiar at the same time, rang to his ear.
“What the fuck happened here?”
“HUH HUH”
Beelzebub is looking at the entrance where a person with a face similar to his but with purple hair instead of yellow. And much younger too.
“The fuck did you do?”
“WHA-“
His consciousness began to fade, but a sound still managed to escape from his mouth.
"Derious, good timing.”
The unknown memories, which he has been trying to suppress, all flood down to him and overwhelm his eon's worth of memories. Leading him into a dark room with one lightbulb on the ceiling
Looking around the dark space, Beelzebub, who looked around all confused, shouted
“W-WHAT IS THIS?”
"Welcome, Beelzebub; it’s been a very, very long time.”
The voice comes out of Beelzebub’s mouth, causing him to use both of his hands to cover it, but suddenly an old television manifests right in front of Beelzebub.
His eyes stuck into the TV, unable to divert his gaze. The TV turn on. In there, a kid with purple hair and two dark eyes is currently holding a book while smiling at Beelzebub.
“Let’s begin with the story of Issac Mortem.”