Before the boy stood a figure in full plate armour brandishing a sword while looking at him.

Was this how he would meet his end. The boy was already done running as his body was littered with wounds. As he ran away from the madness, he found this cave where he decided to take shelter. However, as he runs further the more apparent it grew there was no escape. He finally came across a wall that blocked the exit cave and as he looked behind, he saw the devil march towards and at long last catch up with him.

Fear crept into his heart as his legs gave out and as he looked above towards the devil, he knew this was it.

The blade swung, sparkling in the moonlight making its statement to say that taking his life was an act of mercy.

The boy closed his eyes biting his lower lip in frustration and agony.

‘Why did this happen? Who is responsible for this? How can fate be this cruel?’

 No one answered his question. There was no god to save him. His only salvation tonight was death. If there was fate, he would need a clear explanation for this genocide.

‘I will live. No, I want to live. Why should I die here? I don’t deserve this.’

The boy raised his hands as if to block the attack of the sword. He knew it was useless but still held tightly to that last hope that maybe something miraculous would happen.

A noise no.

 It was the sound of blood and flesh being rendered that covered the vicinity.

After swinging the sword, the soldier shook of the fat and blood from the sword and readied to swing his sword again. He was told to bring the hands and legs of the boy back as proof of extermination.

With a swoosh, the boy’s legs were cut off and the soldier collected the hands which lay close to the body as if still refusing to part with him. This was certainly not the job he had requested for but one he required to do if wanted to survive. Life was not a fairy tale where one is rescued, but where you have to fight to live.

He looked again at the boy whose body was already mutilated beyond repair. The body was missing its hands, legs and head causing the sight to be ghastly. He sheathed his sword and walked away from the sight. He had already convinced himself that this was his last job but that thought was not enough to give the peace he wanted so desperately.

There is nothing, no, darkness, infinite darkness.

No matter how far one looked, there was no end.

No matter how one thought, there was no conception.

It was cold mixed with the uncertainty of fear and gloom.

Everything here was immoral, something that went against creation.

But there is an emotion, no a feeling of bliss.

His miserable life was over at the hand of the humans.

No more pain and guilt over the ones he had lost. Finally, the inner peace which he craved so hard for was upon him.

Suddenly a ray of light, there was a spot covered in light.

From the light, a throne floated there.

Something sinister moulded into the shape of a person sat on the throne.

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A purple glow was emitted from what appeared to be its eyes declaring that it was not just any being.

Still, it didn’t have a definite form but it also hinted it had a definite form hidden somewhere deep within itself.

The shape gathered itself and slowly started attaining a definite shape. From afar it looked like water being poured into a bottle as it was in its final process of acquiring its shape.

As he watched the bizarre thing take shape, he felt a thrust and when he looked down, he saw a hand stuck deep inside his chest. The hand started moving and grasped his heart.

There was no pain nor blood as the hand continued to grasp his heart.

“…okay I understand. So, this form is to your liking.”

Within seconds the mould attained its final shape. The figure of a young lady with a black dress appeared on the throne.

Her hair was dyed purple as crown braids trickled back like rivulets flowing above her ears, joining behind her head to cascade down her back.

As their eyes met, he felt her presence cast a shadow on everything he had believed until now.

This thing was not a being it was a monster, no, it was more sinister.

Its aura gave off something ancient something older than creation…. It was a ‘Demon God’

The source of all evil.

The enemy of all good.

The creator of all misery and suffering.

It was something that goes against any logic applied to it.

It was an abomination.

He was in her construct where chaos has logic and reason. It looked at him and bent its red lips into a smile. It suddenly tumbled from its chair and fell to the ground. It didn’t rise but instead rolled back and forth and when she neared him, she stopped and after standing she sighed.

“I think this appearance will be easier to communicate with you.”

With a flick of her wrist, two chairs appeared and he felt himself being pulled to the seat. When they were both seated a cup, which was filled with a blue frothing liquid appeared within her hand and after taking a sip she started the meeting between the two.

“Now then I will take time explaining your current situation.”

She took another sip of the liquid after which she continued.

“You are dead and from what I saw not the best death out there considering the amount of pain you felt.”

After being informed of this the Demon God was silent, giving him time to process the information.

Despite being told he was dead he did not react. It wasn’t because he was unable to talk but because he had no words to speak.

“It seems your life was indeed worthless. You did nothing but watched as your fellow people perish.”

Even though his life was judged to be worthless by her he still didn’t have any ounce of anger towards her. What she spoke of was nothing but the truth.

“However, you are quite fortunate.”

“In what sense?”

This was his first time replying. He felt an odd aura come from her which made him feel strangely relaxed.

“It seems that there is a world where a vacancy for the position of the demon king has opened up and I was just thinking of sending you there.”

A demon king seat has become vacant.

Somehow that name didn’t sound too friendly. It sounds like something evil that needed to be vanquished.

“Why didn’t you choose somebody else.”

“I felt you cry all about how you wanted to live.”

“Fair point. But it sounds like you are sending me to die which I don’t want to experience again.”

“That will depend on how you act as the Demon King.”

“Can I back out of this deal?”

“That choice is not applicable here. You can’t refuse simply because I found a suitable person to occupy that position.”

“Still, I don’t want to die again.”

“Don’t worry I will recreate you in a form suitable for the role of the Demon King.”

She said those words as she slowly approached.

“The contents of the job are not that hard actually. Well, it’s a simple job of only perishing the gods. But if you expect more than that…well…I guess it all depends on you.”

When she finished speaking, she swung her arm and smashed his soul into tiny pieces.

“Let's see your new name shall be…I will think about that once I’m done making you.”

Thus life, as he knew it was erased even his consciousness, was deemed unnecessary and also destroyed and the being he formerly was extinguished.