A dark room - nothing visible as such. Presence of anyone - not yet known. Location - unknown.
Suddenly, the dark room brightens up; torches with a yellow flame light up a corridor, opening up to an area large enough to fit half the people present on earth.
Demons scurrying in through the corridor, trying to pass each other as fast as possible, as if making way for someone to come through.
A portal opened, and someone came in through it.
"So Samael, looks like you won," it said.
Another came through the path made by the demons.
"Ah brother," he said. It was Samael. He was lingering on one foot, and was thinner compared to his last moments on the earth.
"The world did get destroyed in the end, but humanity I couldn't annihilate completely. In the last few moments, something happened and two humans, along with I got almost obliterated. I got away, but they hopefully were blown to dust."
"Hmph, never have you been able to completely finish off your job. Let me make a guess. You were toying with them as usual?" asked the brother.
Samael hesitated, and that hesitation was what his brother took for an answer, and nodded.
Comparing the brother to Samael, there wasn't much of a difference in terms of their physical appearances, but there was a significant power difference between them. Like previously stated, Samael was the weakest amongst the trio.
The brother appeared right before him, and snapped his fingers. "Go to the lab, and heal," sending him through teleportation to their lab.
Then he went back to where he was, and faced the lower demons.
"Comrades," he spoke. "With this victory, we've successfully destroyed 3 dimensions which means, three races of humans who might've had the potential to destroy us. Moving forward, we'll destroy the rest of the dimensions, and then I, will take the throne."
No-one spoke.
He looked around at everyone, then satisfactorily continued.
"My elder brother might be physically better looking, and older than me, but I have a higher power level which means I, Krosen, Second Son to the Demon God, should be the one to take the throne. Are there any to object?"
Once again, no-one spoke.
He rose both his hands, snapped his wrists, and the scenery changed. The dark room became slightly brighter, the torches blew brighter and more vigorously, and the air turned cold, as if awaiting death.
And then was visible, the throne.
Wrapped up in black, with a few small drop-sized jewels, a comfortable leather seat; looking absolutely glamorous but empty, was the throne, almost as high as the room itself.
This time, everyone gasped. Very few of the demons had ever seen Krosen, let alone the throne, and even fewer than them were alive out of those who had seen both.
The demons were categorised into different levels, based on their appearances, intellect and power (both physical and magical), being the most important factor for their race.
Very less demons with the worst appearances, intellect and power were left in the demon clan, and they weren't much needed either way as they had no use according to the leaders, except for running useless errands for the upper demons.
Then came the middle rank demons, who had medium power and intellect. Some had a comparatively higher level of intelligence and power, so they were ranked slightly above them. Those with an upgraded appearance and power were ranked even higher.
But then there were the upper demons.
When compared to the middle ranking demons, it was as if the middle ranking demons were not even needed. There was a vast power scaling difference, and the majority of them were physically bulky, and had a good level of intellect. They could wipe out armies with around half of their power, and even on getting outnumbered, defeat an army of ten thousand, with medium ease.
Above them were the three sons of the Demon God.
Samael, the youngest of them three, and the weakest, yet incredibly intelligent. He was incredibly fast, and always seemed to want to have fun. The power difference between the upper demons and him was way too much, making him a worthy son of the God.
Krosen, the elder brother to Samael. He was physically the strongest, with a slightly bulky figure yet well enough fast. He believed in physical power more than magical power and intellect, and always insisted on being the next Demon God.
And last but not least, the eldest son; another one whose name if possible, should not be spoken: Maynard.
He wasn't the most powerful physically, nor was he the best looking amongst them three. But he was the brightest amongst them; thinking through everything calmly, and commanding the troops in a much better and organised way than how Krosen used to.
The greatest differentiator however? His aura. It was a devastatingly calm, yet neck-gripping aura. His magic on a whole different level compared to anyone.
He was nowhere near the Demon God, but compared to the others, and even the previous Demon God, he was the most powerful. Though, he was close to death's door on an encounter with Camellia.
Krosen turned his back towards the demon army, and walked slowly, but leader-like towards the throne and spoke clearly, and loudly.
"The day is not far away when I, will be awaited on this very throne, and once I do, I will have access to father's weapon, following which,
Humanity. Will. Perish."
He raised both his hands in front, above his head level and performed an opening motion, leading to the opening of a gate, from the ground; right in front of the throne. Through the opening came the Demon God's weapon : A dual-blade, double-sided scythe.
It's beauty was beyond words; a refined colour combination of blue, black and golden yellow, emitting a level of power beyond what anyone present in that hall, could take.
One touch of the weapon, and any of the lower to upper demons would turn to ash, their souls brainwashed; roaming the lands without any will.
All the demons got excited, and started cheering.
"KROSEN! KROSEN! KROSEN!....." and on went the cheers till Krosen rose his hand for silence.
A spatial disturbance occurs. A deep aura, forcing all the demons to go down on their knees, and surprisingly also made Krosen's knees buckle. If a force as powerful could make even the physically most powerful son of the Demon God buckle from a different dimension, then imagine the force when the one who put forth an aura that harsh could create on being infront of them.
"Krosen," the voice, spoke; calm, medium intensity but powerful. "Close the weapon void. NOW."
The demon got surprised and anxious, backed off and created a closing motion with his hands, and the weapon went down, followed by the void's closing.
"You are not supposed to open the weapon void; especially in front of the other demons. It could suck the life force out of all those present there if exposed for long, leaving out no traces of existence of any species which includes us, the God's sons as well. Make sure you do NOT make the same mistake again, or else-" the disturbance disappeared abruptly.
All of a sudden there was silence, and the aura vanished. All the demons sighed with relief, and some of them fell on their backs.
But with all bad works, comes another bad happening.
A middle demon started glowing, smoke coming out from him and he started heating.
Everyone started moving away from him rapidly.
The place became chaotic.
"Hey! What the hell is happening!" Krosen bellowed, got off from the stage and started shoving everyone aside to get through.
"Ah, looks like it's time for me to go," said the glowing demon.
"RAEL! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO YOU. WHY ARE YOU GLOWING AND SMOKING ALL OF A SUDDEN" Krosen asked, getting worked up.
He started getting close to him.
"Don't get close Krosen, else something might happen to you too," said the demon. He looked at his arm. It was starting to turn to ashes.
"Krosen, be careful with what you do. It would be bad if half the demons present here, or even all of them died and you couldn't accomplish what you wanted.
What's happening to me is probably the side-effect of the long exposure of the scythe since it's an essence absorber as well."
"NO! RAEL STOP. You can't go," Krosen spoke, his voice smaller this time, as if he was having trouble seeing all this.
The damage was increasing little by little. Both of Rael's arms turned to ashes, flowing in the air but none of them disappearing yet. But his legs had started to suffer as well; his wings already gone.
"Sorry Krosen, but what's done is done. Maybe, I'll see all of the people present here someday, in some place other than here, and we'll witness a new world.
Goodbye, dear friend."
His body and finally, his head turned to ash, floating in the air, then vanishing altogether
And away he went from a world, full of darkness, to no-one knows where.
Who knows, whether he would see the day he wished for.
Krosen sat down heavily at where he was, huffing loudly, almost in a crying state.
"Oh rael..." he thought. "I'll make sure that none of us suffer a death fate."
"Humans, just you wait," he spoke softly....