The flames had reached the throne room, though they advanced quite slowly due to the walls and floor being made of stone and marble. A man clad in many kinds of royal materials- mostly covered by his scarlet and fur outlined robe- still resided in the room, slouched on a beautiful decorated chair. He had no crown upon his head, however the four horns protruding from his skull dictated his position in his country. His long dark hair reached beyond his shoulders, however he had no beard to speak of.

Beside the throne cowered a boy. He was dressed in a similar manner to the king beside him; his horns however, were almost nonexistent. Two barely poked out of the skin on his forehead. Whether or not he had any others was left to his genes, and his fate. He had black hair to match the king, however it was quite short in comparison.

The large doors to the room opened slowly. A figure walked in. This was the Human hero, who had defeated the many generals of the demon army.

There were no more lines of defense. This was quite simply, the end of the tyranny one could call ‘The Great Kingdom of the Demon Lord’. The falling of this castle would mark the end of the largest war in this planet's history- The Holy War.

“It’s over you know…” The hero called across the room. There was no response from the demon king. Even his expression remained stern as he stared at the human who intruded on his castle.Lb

“I take it that’s your boy? I’m afraid I’ll have to kill him. Though I’m glad to say he’ll be the only child’s blood who I’ll have to spill. He could be a threat in the future with your blood after all...”

He placed his hand upon the hilt of the sword at his hip. It was the holy sword found in the great forest of Eden. He had beaten the demons to the blade and formed the pact with the spirit of the blade and used it to wipe out the demons before him.

It’s name was Ascalon and was said to the most powerful blade in the world. There were no records of the blacksmith who made it, just the records of events detailing its monstrous power.

“That blade will not harm my child, and neither will you” The demon king retorted back to the boy. He didn’t move from the throne in any fashion.

“Why are still sitting then? Shouldn’t you stand to fight against me?” The hero questioned back.

“I know no magic, and wield no weapon which can defeat you while you have that blade. All I have left is the cunning mind I possess, and my one last hope at my side,” He told no lies. He made no moves from the throne he sat upon. There was a moment of silence between the two. The only sounds left were the distant roar of flames and the sobbing of the boy next to the throne.

The hero looked between the two, gripping the hilt of his blade anxiously.

“Then forgive me. I must kill you, however, even I will not be as evil as to force a father to watch his son’s death. I will kill you first demon king.”

With those words, the hero stepped forth. He drew the holy blade from its sheath on his hip. It was a stunning blade, no- no words could describe the beauty of the blade which was now in view. It was lined and detailed with gold, and several glowing gems were embedded in the decor. The blade itself was made from an unknown silver colored metal. Several tests concluded the blade couldn’t be melted even by the great forges of the dwarves.

The hero wore a steel breastplate, on top of chainmail. He wore leather gloves, which extended quite a bit upon his forearm. His pants were a deep blue, and tucked into his steel

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greaves. On his feet were a steeled pair of boots.

His armour clanked as he marched across the floor towards the throne. The demon king knew the next moments would be his last and he closed his eyes.

“Do it...” The demon king relaxed in his chair. This was quiet compared to his usual bellowing voice.

The hero halted in front of the throne and readied his blade. He thrusted the holy sword deep into the chest of the demon king. In the same instant, the demon king removed the throat of the hero.

Blood of the two splurted upon each other. The hero struggled for a few moments, his grip faltering on the holy sword. after a few brief moments of confusion, and his body fell upon the demon king. In his fall he fully released the blade.

The demon king stared at the blade for a few brief moments, and he made a small wish. Demons didn’t usually make wishes, since that was considered god’s domain, however this demon didn’t wish upon god. He wished to something else, the power of something before him.

Silence fully descended on the throne room. The demon king finally relaxed, signifying his last breath left his body.

With that the pair were dead. The hero’s death meant nothing, now that the demon armies had been defeated, yet none would know until the flames receded and the bodies were recovered. The same could be said of the demon king, who wielded no power, now that his country was gone. This battle was just to signify the end of the reign of the demon king, and to vanquish the evil that had threatened to end humanity.   

    The boy was left alone with his tears. Many emotions filled his body- Anger, grief, sadness, worry, panic. All he could hear now was the roar of the flames, that now filled the room before him.

    He closed his eyes. Would he die here too with his father? He didn’t want to die, but he also didn’t want to leave his father. That said, any hope of escape was squashed by the humans that resided beyond the flames which would kill him for sure.

    He closed his eyes and thought of his father. Even in death, the man would tell no lies. The hero died before he could lay a hand on the boy. Even if he survived, there was he would be able to attain the respect and glory his father once had. He had no way to restore his father’s legacy.

In a sudden surge of curiosity, the boy rose. He turned and examined his father’s corpse, and the corpse of the hero who had killed him. Blood was still draining from the two adults, albeit slowly.

    He attention was then attracted to the ever glowing blade which was embedded in his father’s chest. He reached his hand out and touched his fingers to the blade. It didn’t hurt.

After realizing the holy blade wouldn’t hurt him, he caressed it gently. It was beautiful still, even though it had been streaked in crimson. From the looks of things, it would seem the blade went right through the king and that it had embedded itself into the throne.

He reached for the hilt of the blade and pulled softly. It didn’t budge however. The boy pulled harder for several moments, and the blade eventually came out without warning causing the boy to fall back on his butt.

“..Woah…” The boy let out his genuine awe for the blade. It seemed to be glowing now that he had his hands on the hilt of the sword. A voice rang out.

[What is your wish?]

The boy was very alarmed. He glanced up to his father and the hero. They weren’t the source of the noise. He looked back down to the holy sword.

[What is your wish?]

The sword repeated itself, glowing brighter with each word that rang out from it. The boy didn’t know what to say in response.

I-i don’t have a wish… I don’t know. I just want to be happy again…

    The boy began crying again. The rolled down his face in this moment of silence. The blade did not speak again for another minute.

[Very well...] As the boy cried, he began shining in tune with the blade, and soon disappeared in a vortex with the holy sword in hand. And then…