Centuries ago, he was born human—an ordinary man, living a faithless life. With nothing but his own hands, he carved a path through the chaos of his world, eventually rising to the title of Berserker King. His reign was marked by strength, loyalty, and fierce battles. Yet, against all odds, he met his end not on the battlefield, but in peace—surrounded by friends and family, succumbing to old age.
But what seemed to be his final breath marked the beginning of something far darker. As his eyes closed for what he thought would be the last time, they opened again, only to reveal a world drenched in blood and chaos. Confusion consumed him as he was thrust into a nightmarish slaughter. Before he could comprehend his surroundings, he was decapitated, a swift and brutal death.
Yet, death did not claim him. He woke again, his body intact, surrounded by monstrous creatures. Instinct took over as he fought desperately to survive. Decades had passed since he last wielded a weapon, yet his muscle memory returned as if it had never left. But something was deeply wrong. Pools of blood served as his only reflection, revealing his new reality: crimson skin, a malformed face, horns, and fangs. He was no longer human—he had become a monster. In this cruel realm, he was a demon.
He fought tirelessly, dying and resurrecting again and again in this hellish landscape. Each death chipped away at his humanity. His memories of family, friends, and even his name faded into oblivion. All that remained was his battle-hardened instinct, sharpened by a lifetime of war.
Hunger, thirst, and exhaustion became foreign to him. Only the rage within him endured, growing with every death and resurrection. His sole purpose was to kill, to grow stronger, to dominate. In this realm, death was a mere inconvenience—a temporary setback.
One fateful day, a new demon appeared, different and stronger than any he had faced before. This creature feasted on its victims, consuming their essence and preventing their resurrection. Watching from the shadows, the former king ambushed and slew this foe, devouring its power in turn. It marked the beginning of his transformation. With each feast, he evolved, growing stronger and more fearsome. His legend spread throughout hell, earning him names like the Unkillable One, the Immortal, the Brutalizer.
In time, he reigned as the Demon King, a ruler whose strength was unmatched. Though his memories never returned, his mind and sentience slowly did. Among the higher demons, who could speak and understand all languages, he established a new order. His domain spanned an ocean of blood, with a palace where only the most loyal and capable archdemons resided.
The Demon King outlawed the consumption of sentient demons, maintaining order among his subjects. After all, hell was boundless, filled with trillions of damned souls. This dimension, separated from all others by the gods themselves, served as a prison for irredeemable souls. Even its weakest demons were stronger than lower beings from other realms.
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Unbeknownst to him, even the gods began to notice his unparalleled power. Yet, they deemed him no threat, confident in the inescapable nature of hell. This prison was their solution for souls beyond redemption, a place even they had long stopped interfering with.
One day, during an execution of savage demons, the skies above began to crack like shattered glass. The Demon King ascended into the air, manipulating space itself—a testament to his countless powers. As he approached the cracks, they widened, spilling light into the darkened sky. Recognizing the danger, he retreated to his castle and summoned his advisors.
The archdemons gathered, a collection of formidable beings. Some took human-like forms, while others embraced more monstrous appearances. Yet even the most fearsome among them could not rival the overwhelming presence of their king. With his pale skin, messy white hair tipped with charcoal, and mismatched eyes—one blazing red, the other obsidian black—his appearance was a balance of beauty and terror. Black demonic runes adorned his face, and his steely black horns crowned his head. Draped in a long black coat and attire crafted from the hides of demonic beasts, he was both regal and menacing.
Seated upon his throne of fire and bone, the Demon King issued his decree: no demon was to approach the cracks in the sky. Disobedience would be met with death. As his advisors dispersed to carry out his commands, the Demon King contemplated the nature of the cracks. Were they a threat, an opportunity, or something else entirely?
The Archdemon of Insight, a raven-haired woman draped in tattered black robes, later revealed the truth. "The barrier separating hell from the universe is breaking, my lord," she explained. "Your immense power destabilizes it when you approach."
The Demon King devised a plan. Enlisting the Archdemon of Sealing, a red-skinned mage, he ascended once more to the cracks. As the archdemon suppressed his overwhelming aura, the Demon King etched runes into the air, chanting in the ancient demonic tongue. He stabilized the barrier, creating a hidden, unseeable door—a small passageway between realms.
Though the barrier held firm for now, the Demon King began to wonder about what lay beyond it. A blue-and-green star hung in the void, emanating power unlike anything he had known. Preparing for his journey, he summoned his most trusted allies: the Archdemons of Insight and Greed. Together, they would venture into the unknown, their demonic auras concealed by enchanted rings.
As the Demon King stood on the precipice of a new chapter, he felt no fear, only resolve. Whatever awaited him beyond the barrier—be it gods, mortals, or something else entirely—he would face it as he always had: with unmatched strength, cunning, and a hunger for power.
The barrier now stabilized, the Demon King stood on the precipice of a monumental decision. The hidden passage he had created loomed as an opportunity, a gamble into the unknown. The Archdemons of Insight and Greed flanked him, their loyalty unwavering, their talents indispensable for what lay ahead.
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