The old man ran across the stairs into his bedchamber and hurriedly picked up the book that has fallen upright down, slowly blowing the dust off that book, he said, "Glyst."
The book flipped through its pages vigorously and flew upward while illuminating a bright light. The old man looked around but no one was in sight.
He started to murmur a few things to himself as the book started to burn before it fell onto the ground with a terrific thud. The object in front of him made him fall into his knees. The book that burned has transformed into a crown with five pebbles. Each pebble is situated horizontally on a line.
The man adjusted his cloak and bent down in order to snatch up the crown but it burned his hand. The man stood and looked outside his room; but still there was no one. Cursing to himself he grabbed the crown even though his skin transformed from pale to a dark coloured tone making burning marks on his hand.
He carried the crown all while moaning from the burning pain on his skin. He hurried down the stairs and into the throne room. A woman in a white gown suddenly screamed at the sight of him approaching.
"It's burning your skin, you shouldn't-" She was stopped when a tall man in a black suit appeared in front of the door.
"He's coming. Have you prepared it?" he asked, walking into the room but neither of them spoke except for the old man who showed him the crown.
"It's time."
They looked at each other and then nodded.
The tall man picked up a blade and without a second thought, sliced his hand. Dark coloured blood dripped from the wound and soon poured onto the crown that the old man was holding.
Next the female took her turn. She too performed the same ritual and crystal white blood poured from her hand onto the crown.
"The union of dark and light blood shall protect the kingdom of Glyst," The old man whispered and he fell into the ground but the crown floated in mid-air.
Both the tall man and the woman went to his aid but he gestured for them to stop.
"Don't touch me. I'm cursed. Let's go into the realms of the kingdom and replace this before he comes to know of it."
They soon hurried into the chamber of realms, where two guards stood nearby but never moved at the sight of them. The old man carried the new crown and tried to replace the old crown of the realm. Both looked identical: five pebbles and two layers of dark and light blood. He whispered a few things to himself and continued his procedure but still the real crown of the realm didn't move.
"It's supposed to be replaced. I followed every ritual."
They looked at each other in disbelief.
Outside the castle they heard the echoes and screaming of men and women but they were still focused on the task at hand.
"The guards are here and will defend me, so go fight him. Try to buy me more time, I'll conjure up a spell. I have little faith in it but even if I fail, I won't fail to trap him inside the book," the old man said, touching the crown that was burning his hand.
The tall man and the woman quickly moved out of the chamber of realms, leaving the guards and the old man alone. The guards looked at each other and nodded. None of them moved.
Outside the chamber of realms, men were being massacred by the demons and their king sliced through everyone with a single strike of his sword. Taking one life after another.
The man and the woman ran into the battlefield and sought the doom king.
"Run and catch?" the Doom king mocked them when they stopped moving.
"There's nowhere to run now, Dragon king," the Doom king said, gesturing towards the tall man.
"And our snow queen." He turned to the woman who was throwing daggers from her eyes.
In the blink of an eye, she had on a pure white suit with a long, silvery gleaming sword in her hand. The battle commenced; she was able to kill three demons with a single swipe of her hand. Those spikes flew from her hand into the hearts of those creatures.
The Dragon king was alone, but he fought fiercely against the Doom king. Suddenly he took a small object from his pocket and raised it above his head. Soon dark clouds that were surrounding up in the sky slowly disappeared and then a large dragon appeared, storming through the demon army and burning every single demon.
In the meantime, there were men of Glystland who were burnt into ashes among the demon army, nevertheless the dragon king commanded the dragon to kill his army.
But shaken by the appearance of the dragon, the doom king yelled at his army to take the dragon down. The demons blindly followed the doom king's word and fell into the deathbed.
The Doom King glared at the Dragon King fiercely.
"Take your dragon away and I'll spare your life."
The Dragon King gave him a spine-chilling smirk.
"They say you're fire resistant so why not go into battle with him? Are you scared? After all, the doom king is just another hybrid creature of humans," the dragon king said.
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In the darkness, his smirk was still visible for the Doom King to see.
"At least I'm a hybrid creature that doesn't lick the feet of humans." With that speech, he launched himself towards the Dragon King.
Meanwhile the demon armies were burning from the wrath of the dragon, and the snow queen launched a few snowballs towards the remaining demons. Each malevolent being froze at the touch of a crystal.
Demons were always vulnerable to ice and fire.
"Your army is dying, and you're losing this battle. Stop this now and we will spare your life!" the Snow Queen yelled at the Doom King. He looked at her for a moment then kicked the Dragon Ling in the gut who flew back, choking blood.
She threw a few snowballs from her hand and they pierced the skin of the doom king but his wounds healed at a fast rate. The dragon king blew on his ring and the dragon launched itself towards him. Startled by the dragon, the Doom King commanded the demons to protect him. They gathered like a wall against the burning hot, red-orange fire of the dragon while their skin were burning like fireworks; but still, they remained as a single impenetrable force.
Suddenly the Snow Queen hit the Doom King in the head, but it wasn't enough to put him at rest. She attempted to strike his heart but the Doom King managed to dodge her attempts. Finally after fighting for ten minutes straight, the Snow Queen was able to take control of the fight.
The Doom King was locked in a wall of ice, and his feet submerged into the ground while the wall formed by the demon was only left with ashes and bones.
"Take the dragon out of here. I can't hold him for too long!" The Snow Queen screamed.
The Dragon King commanded the dragon to move into the faraway battlefield. The Snow Queen increased the intensity of her attack on the Doom King who continuously submerged himself deeper into the ground as ice was growing on his body.
"She gave you a chance and you better take it wisely. Now it's too late so prepare to die," the Dragon King said as he lifted his sword and at the same time he heard a cracking of a head and soon followed with a thud.
He was shocked at the sight of the Snow Queen lying dead on the ground and the Doom King was slowly freeing himself from the ice that submerged him. The Dragon King looked at the man who killed her. To his surprise, it was the old man with the crown. The Dragon King looked at him, gaping in disbelief.
"Why did you do that?!" he managed to sputter.
"For the realms," the old man whispered.
The Dragon King's features twisted into a snarl.
"How dare you betray us? How dare you touch her?!"
He marched forward and grabbed the old man by the collar and lifted him .
"You are going to pay for this, you traitor!"
"I guess it's too late."
The voice came from behind, and the dragon king didn't have time to turn as the doom king's sword came ripping through his heart.
Blood dripped from the Dragon King's nose and mouth and he fell to the ground, dead. With his death, the dragon stopped blowing fire at the demons. It then flew away, never to be seen again.
The Doom King smiled at the old man, approaching him slowly.
"Look at what we've achieved after all these years of torment, Alasteir. We owned them. And we're going to slay all those humans from existence. I'm so proud of you," the Doom King said.
The old man came forward and lifted the crown towards him.
Delighted by the object in front of him, the Doom King grabbed the crown with both hands. The crown started to shake and the pebbles started to swing and the dark and light blood ran inside the tube of the crown.
"Finally, I'm going to slay the whole world," he grinned as the pebbles stopped moving and the crown burst into flames, falling from his hands before collapsing and turning into a book. It's original form.
Astonished by the event, the Doom King looked at Alasteir, and the old man whispered something.
"I can't let you do this. I don't want to wake up to a world ruled by you."
Furious by the old man's betrayal, the Doom King growled.
"You're going to rot in hell, you stupid old man." He grabbed his sword and tried to launch himself forward but he found he couldn't move as his soul was sucked into the book and closed while the body of the Doom King along with his sword fell down.
Alasteir grabbed the book and checked the dead bodies of the Dragon King and Snow Queen. Then, launching himself into the Chamber of Realms, he looked around to see who was in there. But it was empty other than a single guard.
"Where's the other guard?" Alasteir asked.
The guard shook his head.
"He's out of duty."
Confused, Alasteir cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Wasn't he supposed to be protecting the realms?"
"One could only do his duty sir."
"What are you standing? Get out of here and spread the news that the Doom King is dead. Quickly," he commanded.
The guard nodded and ran out of the chamber.
Alasteir touched the crown of the realm, it was still untouched by any force.
"One way or the other our plan worked," he whispered to himself but before he could go any further, a blade touched his skin right at his throat.
Surprised by the touch he turned only to be stopped by a mysterious force.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"Our desires are no different to yours," the man replied and his voice was similar to the other guard.
It's the guard.
"What are you doing, you foolish boy?" Alasteir asked, bewildered.
But the guard continued to hold his sword to the old man's throat, his eyes cold and unblinking.
"If you move, I'll slit your throat, don't test me."
"How did you become so strong all of a sudden?"
"I bet your kind knows them well, beside my fellow guard had so much energy within him."
Dark magic. The old man thought, horrified. How could a guard possess dark magic?
The guard pressed his sword deeper into the man's throat, causing a thin line of red blood to start dripping from the cut. When he spoke, his tone was cold and commanding.
"Give me the book if you wish to live."
But Alasteir chuckled and stomped his feet on the ground, the collision threw them both flying backward.
"Who are you working for?" he asked, hiding the book in his cloak.
"Is that what a dying man should be concerned about?" the guard mocked.
Alasteir launched his fist into the ribcage of the guard, and the man screamed in pain as the sound of ribs snapping echoed through the room. Grabbing his head, Alestair murmured a spell, which worked and the loud, pained moans of the guard intensified.
Alesteir kept his hands on his head and kept pressure on it. And slowly a dark figure came out of the guard's body. Alesteir was about to trap him as well in the book but it failed.
The guard woke up and the dark figure sneaked back into his body. A blade formed in his hand and he swung it left and right uncontrollably. The old man dodged its attacks and ran from the chamber of realms but right when he was about to depart, someone else grabbed him and punched him in the face.
Releasing the hold, Alesteir looked at the man who just punched him and it was the other guard who was missing earlier and by the looks of it, he was possessed too.
"What the hell is up with you people? Who's behind this? I don't think any of us planned this," The old man said, shaking his head.
Then he conjured up another spell which sucked the dark figure into his book and he looked around for the other young guard whom he ran away. He was then startled by the young guard's cold, mocking, amused voice behind him.
"Are you looking for me?"
A blade pierced his heart. The old man clutched his heart and fell to his knees.
"Who are you working with?"
"Ours by blood and fury," the young guard replied.
The old man took a deep breath at the mention of the words.
"So it's them who are behind this?" Alasteir whispered and noted down something using his blood and a piece of paper and casted a spell and collapsed. A small raven flew towards the old man and took the piece of note and flew away.