In the middle of a town streamed with dead bodies everywhere, a small red orb forms itself red lighting strikes the ground, each strike made the orb to pulse and grow bigger, the middle part of the orb, rips open and so does the reality forming a red portal 2 metres high 1metre wide.
It's prescense alone distorting the surroundings. Out of the portal comes out a handsome man with long black hair in a ponytail wearing long thin crimson coat no pockets nor any unique design, just plain, his black shirt followed the same plain style, his black pants and black shoes have nothing unique either.
[Initializing system...]
[Initialization complete... Access to the Aurea Demonica regained]
The system notified. Then a red system window with white writings pops up in front of his face.
[Aurea Demonica]
[Welcome to the sixth floor of the Outer tower.
World: The Third World.
Continent: Demonic Continent.
Kingdom: Delsai kingdom.
Location: outer kingdom state]
The man turns away from the system and looks around only to be met by death and destruction, his gaze flickered a little and the ground beneath him cracked. He took his first step and the ground cracked even more, each stride the ground further cracked. The more he stepped the more the ground cracked more than the last step, his gaze cold and detached only stared at the lifeless bodies of his people. With a glance he turned and went for the Kingdom gates, which were destroyed. The state fo the Kingdom was much more worse the the outer state. The stench of death still lingered, the cold blood stained road made of reinforced deep slate cobblestone cracked for the first time in centuries.
The man slowly walks to the palace gates which were also in shambles, the black armoured guards pinned to the arch walls with there own swords.
His gaze still remained unresponsive as if he didn't acknowledge the situation, without looking back the he went to the castle doors and pushes them open. The stench of rotting bodies escape the their confinement.
He slowly made his way to the throne room.
On the throne layed a man blue eyes, short black hair who looked like he was in his late 300s with a sword impaled into his chest, a black elegant crown rests on his left hand, clenched tightly even in death. The battle's aftermath could be evident as even the room hand countless deep wall cut and golden energy seeped out ot the slashes, proving the man didn't go out with out a fight. He walked to the man, closing the man's eyes he said,
"You have died in hounour now leave the rest to me, father" his voice cold but still with acknowledgement, the man noticed something in the right hand of his father, a piece of paper, he gently pulled out the paper from his father's hand and unfolded it to reveal a letter, which said;
𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒏,
𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔. 𝑬𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝑰 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒎𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑰 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍, 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓.
-𝑩𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒂𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈
"You truly were naive, but there is solace in naivity, you weren't strong to handle the truth" The Irrelevant King said a tear almost rolling down his left chick as he gaze at his father for one last time, but it instantly faded. He got up and went closer to the walls and touched the golden energy and clenched his fists
"Divine energy, I knew it was bound to happened, so the Outer gods have chosen death" His voice lingered with a tone of fury.
He then walked down the hallway, passing his room, his brother's room, his sister's room and finally he stood before his parents room the dark metal doors stul had slashes on them. He placed his hand on the cold metallic door and gently pushes open the door the sight left him shocked his face once devoid of emotionwas now pale with shock for his mother was...
"Don't you dare explain it!" He spoke with absolute authority the page stopped.
[You have gained attention from the outer, boundless, trancendce and disparity writers]
"The hands that hide behind the sixth wall will be cut off by their own creations" His voice cold enough to send chills to the narrative itself.
He walked out of the castle and used 'search' to scan the entire continent only to find no living soul. He picked up a long sword from the ground next to him and wiped the blood from it.
"Rememberance of the dead" he lifted the sword pointing towards the sky his gaze straight, then a black orb forms at the tip of the sword and slowly spreads in a downward spiral to the hilt tof the sword. He then plunged the sword into the ground and all the bodies got absorbed and from them arose obsidian gravestones which grew to 1 metre tall with the inscriptions.
[Name:??????]
[Title:????]
[Achievements: Subject to the Sovereign Demon King]
"Continential burial" He said
. "This is the day I never longed for but always expected it, now I must drawy blade and become the Reincarnated Evil" He closed his eyes and vowed.
"I as the Sovereign Demon King, The Irrelevant King and the Reincarnated Evil, shal seek revenge for the fallen and my blade will bring suffering to Genesis of the Outer gods" He declared. A system window pops up in front of him
[The ruler of heaven dares you to try]
"You have written your own downfall" He stared at heaven.
He slowly and his way to the garden and followed the path til he cam across blue spider lilies.
"Blues spider lilies, father favourite. He is now in a better place" He smiled ant touched one and the petals got blown by the wind.
He walked further into the garden,
"Pink spider lilies, sister's favourite" he touches one and the petals do not get blown by the wind
"I hope your are alive, where ever you are" his voice actually sounded hopeful.
He walked further down the path,
"Black spider lilies, mother's and brother's favourite" he touches one of them and this time only half of the petals get blown by the wind.
He finally reaches the end of the garden and he takes a deep breath.
"Red spider lilies, my favourite"
He stood among the lilies basking in their wonderful sent with a smile on his face. He then stops smiling and looks down his face dark the the garden gets coverd with a red aura, the the Kingdom and then the whole continent and it begins to transform.
[Ancient archives updated... the Demonic Continent Has become the 367 ancient ruins continent ]
The Irrelevant King stands his aura still radiating, a he slightly raised his head to gaze at the sky then a gring forms on his mouth a sinster one.