20 minutes earlier
In the mist of this world bloodiest battle on a cold deserts night where all of humanity stood arm to arm as brothers and sisters With man and woman of broken nations and kingdoms that once stood in raging war with each other for eons.
Now stood together against this “Enemy” and his legion of demon kin, This battle would mark mankind first victory in the losing war against the demon kin after all once the all-powerful demon lord was gone what could possible stop the hero on the human side with power that match the demon lord.
Clad in a scarlet scale full body armor and covering his face with scarlet Samurai menpo with piercing green eyes that peek out of the demon face menpo that radiated with a shine in this dark battle field all thanks to the dark magic that coursed thought his vain. The “Enemy” gazed down on the Twilight Battlefield where his fellow demon brethren’s rage war against humanity if the god’s where to gazed down on the world of mortals into this battlefield they would see a war rage by demon of all shape, size and skin tone against the human of this mortal world who also came in different shape, size and skin tone. They would also notice the size difference between the two raging army.
“I should have listen to Dean when he said this was a trap"
“I was too naïve”
“I wonder will I be made into the demon lord that the church and the hero defeated when the story of this war is told”
“Am I the evil in this story?”
“I guess it true the victory write the tale”
You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
All of this was said by the demon lord in to himself in a low whisper.
The demon lord jump down from the hill he had created using his magic to enter the fay of battel 100…200…300 One after another with the sway of a gleaming radiate Scarlet Light that cut though the metallic Copper stench air.
The world was deprived of one life after other and sent to the Afterlife to await the judgment of the Gods. The light that blazed crimson on the demon lord sword like the flames of hell itself was one of many lights powered by the raw power of Magic or by its other name in this world Mana. The demon lord entered a berserk like killing frenzy.
No matter how many human the demon lord killed victory was no closer to hand the numbers were just too much against him and his kin. For every human he killed four of his kin would fall and stain the desert sand with black and red blood.
The battel lasted for another 20 minutes but even the demon lord of all power could out fight death.
The demon lord laid upon the cold desert sand and stared up at the hero while his body was covered in all sort of wound none that had stopped leaking the life blood the his body needed so badly.
“Any last word?” the golden amour hero asks of the demon lord.
“None that need to be herd by you” the dying demon said back.
“…… well be it” said the hero
The hero raised his holy sword in plugged it into the demon lord heart.