The stench of blood hung heavily like a stubborn fog in the grand halls of the dark castle.
Yet again another hero stood broken at Demon Lord Kurian's feet,bruised and bleeding, his fingers curled around the hilt of his sword.
The blade trembled under his strength, the strength of a dying man.
"You took everything from me" the hero gasped "And today with this blade I will finally bring peace to the land."
The demon lord let out a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. The same speech. The same theatrical fury. He has heard this to many times to count if he had a penny for every hero who has said these very words to him he would be rich enough to buy heaven, always the same line with these people.
"I don't even know you ." Kurian said at last.
"You." the hero began, his eyes burnt with rage. "I'm not even worth remembering? You vile creature!"
Their parties are always the samr: a mage, a saint, and a idiot who never dodges. The saint a women dressed in all white robes that fluttered to the wind she clasped her hands and sang "O divine mother,maiden og light and mercy may your divine light protect your humble servants from evil." her voice folded into mana and washed over the part
Kurian let out a sigh once more, "This again?" out of all things Kurian hated Saints were at the top of the list, in an instant his body melted into thin air as he shifted. A loud boom achoed through the throne room as he slammed the saint against the wall. He pressed her against the wall his hand around her neck.
"Your Goddess has not power her, she's dead. She died screaming." Kurian said as he watched the last of the divine blessing fade away from the saints's body. Her body collapsed to the floor with a humming thud.
This fueled the rage if the hero and his party. They let out their final battle cry amd move with precise, practiced coordination, almost impressive if repetition impressed you. Kurian has fought countless heroes and these particular heroes were lacking, heroes these days.
Kurian evaded each strike with ease. The idiot with shield lunged and missed, and just like that his head was on the ground. the mage cast a stubborn half baked spell, too pathetic to even dodge, Kurian cast the same spell and he was burnt to a crisp,and as the hero he was loud "You'll pay for this." he screamed, leaping into the air with his sword cloaked in dense mana, what kind of hero loses his composure this had to have been the worst hero yet.
Kurian had been a villain enough to give birth to countless origin stories, a parent lost, a kingdom destroyed blah blah, every hero that has challenged him always blamed him for something. But who urged into who's home swords swinging, uninvited? Who killed one another and called it justice
"oh" Kurian looked around at the blood stained walls of his throne room "They are already dead? Now with the old Gods dead and the heroes gone I can finally have some peace a quiet."