"What the fuck just happened?" Daemonium asked himself this as Veritas appeared to glitch out right in front of him in a not so pleasant manner. Fake and Dead Daemonium prepared themselves for battle while Green Daemonium looked cluelessly at what was going on.
Raising his hand Veritas didn't hesitate as he fired multiple quick blue Lightning Bolt spells at the group. The group had quickly scattered in various directions but Veritas clearly aimed for the original Daemonium only. Realizing this Fake Daemonium made the entire group invisible in order to avoid any more attacks.
"N-N-N-N-N-N-Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiizzzzze Try-yyy," Veritas said with his head twitching and sparks coming out his neck. "Self destruct activating in T-60, T-59..."
"My 3ds!" Daemonium yelled as he ran towards the guy chanting a self-destruct countdown. His entire reason for going on this quest was to get this 3ds and wasn't just going to lose it here. Luckily he was still invisible thanks to Fake Daemonium's support so he was able to quickly rush behind Veritas and grab the 3ds in his pocket.
"T-39 T-38 T-37," Veritas continued to say as Daemonium grabbed the 3ds and ran for his life. He and the other Daemoniums ran out of the cave the way they came as fast as possible. Well, maybe not Green Daemonium who seemed to be in complete shock but was quickly dragged along by Dead Daemonium.
"T-03 T-02 T-01..." A small click could be heard before Veritas erupted into a large sphere of light. The light swallowed up the entire clearing before fading away to reveal all of it completely disintegrated, leaving that section of the cave exposed to the outside world.
"I did it," Daemonium said, with a bit of disbelief at what happened. "I DID IT!"
Daemonium jumped happily, waving around his saved 3ds with glee, yelling how he has succeeded.
At that moment a white spear of light punched through the 3ds as if it were paper. The system now had a large hole gaping through it, showing signs of permanent damage as wires and circuit boards flew out of the device.
"Dammit," was a word that could be heard from the attacker after it happened.
At that moment, Daemonium stopped. He looked back at the 3ds and pinched himself. It couldn't have been real, were the words going through his head. But it couldn't be happening. It couldn't be true. There was no way the journey he spent a few days on had led to this as soon as he thought he found his goal. He was supposed to be here already. There shouldn't have been any way for this to happen. How? Why? This wasn't supposed to happen.
And yet, the reality was cruel.
"Lame," a humanoid figure said as he walked onto the scene. With dark skin, blonde hair, and scratched up armor it was clearly Veritas. Despite the fact that he was supposed to have self-destructed he was right here in the flesh looking down on a crying Daemonium.
"Why?"
"What was that?"
"Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?"
Jesus Daemonium, now the word why looks weird to me.
Daemonium completely broke down, collapsing and sobbing. He never wanted it to happen, it was the only thing to remember him by, and yet it was now in ruins with no point of return. Daemonium wished at the bottom of his heart none of it was real but wishes never conveyed reality.
"Pathetic," another humanoid figure said as he jumped in from the destroyed clearing.
"It seems the king is a crybaby," another humanoid figure said as he walked into the area.
"Complete rubbish," Another figure said as it walked in from behind Daemonium.
Daemonium looked up for a moment and couldn't believe his eyes. All of the people around had the same skin tone, hairstyle, clothes, and appearance. All four of them were exact copies of Veritas, down to every minute detail.
"This must be a dream," Daemonium said nervously. "This can't be true. This can't be right. This can't be-"
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"Shut it noisy," one Veritas said as he kicked Daemonium in the mouth. "Do you think anyone here cares about your pity party?"
"I'd appreciate it better if you'd just die," another said.
"Maybe you're right," Daemonium said. "No one cares."
"Good," another said as he put his palm out towards Daemonium. Around him, four missiles of light appeared and pointed at Daemonium. "So stay there like a good boy and die."
Before he could fire the missiles an invisible force kicked him in the side. The other Veritases couldn't see it as it seemingly grabbed Daemonium and jumped away.
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Daemonium finally looked up to find himself on the fluffy back of the soft Fake Daemonium. That fox was bleeding from head to toe, lying on this fox's side as if there was no hope for it. Next to the fox was Green Daemonium in a large puddle and Dead Daemonium with their arm almost completely torn off and their legs completely removed.
"Why?" Daemonium still couldn't find an answer to this. He thought he would die, no he knew he would die. He would've been okay if he died, so why was he still alive?
He looked at the bodies around him. They didn't seem to be dead, but they weren't in the best of shape either. Without quick care, they would probably die. Well, maybe not Dead Daemonium considering their origins as a zombie, but Fake Daemonium and maybe even Green Daemonium looked like they could die from this.
But why did this happen? He was the textbook definition of a horrible king to the shadow people and was never one with great personal relations. He probably would've died of loneliness early in his life if it weren't for the butlers and maids around him. Yet he had never truly had a companion or someone to call a friend until four years ago, the day he met Nathaniel.
The guy was always hidden under his cloak. He would never reveal his face, keeping it under a full face mask. His hands were covered in gloves, sleeves covering his entire arm, every inch of his body was covered up. One couldn't see a strand of hair on his head. It must've been why no one trusted him; no one trustworthy looked like that.
Yet, he somehow hit it off well with Daemonium. It was as if he had no idea of Daemonium's status or reputation, he simply wanted a friend. Daemonium wasn't used to this sort of attention, but eventually warmed up to him. It was like this Nate guy was a part of his life that was missing until now.
The guy eventually left but gave the 3ds to Daemonium. It was some strange device that needed electricity to work. If it ran out one of the butlers would have to use a spell to power it up again. When powered, it allowed one to play the Pokemon Y game inside. That game couldn't be played if he removed the white thing in the back, however. Before leaving, Nathaniel had used it quite often, and never in a million years could Daemonium imagine him without it.
The device was all he had left of Nathaniel. The game inside was fun and Daemonium would remember watching him play it a few times as he learned how to read the words on the screen. Nathaniel even showed Daemonium how to write his name, which Daemonium proceeded to name a Skuntank after as a joke. But now he was gone, and the Skuntank inside was his only memoir of the times they had together.
But there was no point now.
It had been destroyed.
The device was in a state of no return. Nothing could have put it back together. The object he told Nate he would protect even after his death was no more. Daemonium clung onto the broken 3ds as if it were his soul. Why did he still live then, after not being able to do something like that?
He looked at the allies around him. They were cut up, sore, bleeding, and probably on their last legs. He then realized the answer was simple. There wasn't any sort of fate keeping him alive for a greater purpose. There wasn't some grand lesson he had to learn here.
"After all," he said. "It's because you love me, isn't it?" He grabbed his fallen allies one by one and carried them away, not stopping until he got his new friends healed.
Friends didn't leave friends behind.
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Holy Missile
Requirements: Level 50, Kill 10 skeletons, Kill 20 zombies
Effect: A spear of light will be shot towards the target
Will do more damage against shadow people
General Info Stats Spells
Name: Daemonium Dissimulato Rex STR 24 Amare Ignis Gloriae Species: 50% Demon + 50% Succubus DUR 27 Lovely Pheromones Lovely Kiss Fireball Age: 16yrs 61days INT 32 HP: 40/40 SPE 33 Level: 11 LCK 94 Exp: 1269/4096 CHR 154 Spells Known: 3
End of 1ne arc