"… Master, is this the end?"
A man smiled at his servant's question, "No, Dummy… This is our new adventure."
"Even if they bothered to gather around to see us off, I'm touched as your servant, master."
The man patted the skull hovering beside him, a smile never leaving his face, "They sure were, Dummy, they sure were…"
…
"HAHAHAHA! You bastard! Your sin has finally caught up to you. I wish you rot in the deepest pit of the universe!"
"You demon! You stole everything from us! DIE!"
"You hide from us for so long, trash demon. Now face your judgment."
…
One after another voiced their hatred for Allain––some cursed his family, some wanted to do the honor of killing him, to the point that they started to fight each other.
Allain then raised his hands, and dark light appeared and floated in front of him. After a couple of seconds, a black oval-shaped portal appeared, with an unknown rune circling it. Different faces could be seen at the portal—some were children, adults, and elders, but they wore the same expression: agony.
Those who cursed and hurled hateful words at Allain flinched and flew as far away as possible.
They knew what this portal was, and all of them didn't want to be dragged into it.
However, at its front, Allain and his servant didn't even react or show the slightest emotion toward it.
Second after second passed with no words to be heard; all were on guard in case Allain did something funny.
Allain just smiled lightly and then walked slowly through the portal. Beside him was his servant, slowly hovering near him, glancing from time to time at the crowd away from them.
A few steps away from the portal, Allain stopped and stared at one of the people in the crowd. This individual crossed his arms while expressionlessly staring back at Allain.
After staring without uttering a single word, Allain finally walked into the portal.
Seeing this, the crowd finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Finally… That demon was already gone. That was the consensus in the crowd's mind.
Some cried, some invited everyone for a drink. And some happily conversed with one another.
But one thing was for sure: the thorn—the person who had plunged their world into the dark ages, was finally gone for good. This was the new beginning they had wished for a long, long time.
…
Inside the portal.
Deep in the dark forest, where trees were distorted at an unnatural angle, a man and a skull slowly moved forward. The man walked with difficulty, but this didn't stop him from pressing forward.
No one knew what lay inside this forest, for no one could tell its dark secrets or what lurked within.
But everyone agreed on one thing: no one who traversed its depths ever came back alive.
Yet Allain was confident in his servant, whom he called Immortal Dummy. His servant had a very straightforward power—it could not die or be strained.
He knew it fully well, so he sent it to explore this unknown place. Then what Dummy told him greatly shocked him and made him excited.
Without a second thought, he abandoned his former world, his status, and his power for that single thing.
Dummy excitedly guided Allain through the forest.
In his former world, Allain had been a demon lord. His power enveloped the entire world; on a handful of people could match him, and none could kill him.
He didn't want those things anymore, so he grew bored and tried to find a new way to reignite the excitement he felt when he was young and weak.
Using his armies and generals, Allain didn't conquer the world but commanded them to find the thing that would reignite his old spark.
Many protested and rebelled against him—even those generals. Who wouldn't? They had been cultivated to bring carnage and destruction to the world, but here they were commanded to find a non-existent thing for their god.
Since their youth, they had been brainwashed only to serve their god, and they wore that like a badge of honor, until they tasted power and authority.
This made them forget who had given them any of it, then, after that command, the majority was already plotting to replace their god.
Desires blurred reasoning; instead of following commands, many simply did as they pleased, and plunged the world into chaos
At the center of any of it, Allain didn't show any reaction or the slightest intention to stop it.
Many of Allain's enemies were confused by his behavior, but this didn't benefit Allain the slightest. They knew Allain's character—he wouldn't move or do anything that had no benefit at all.
Knowing that their god tolerated them and didn't mind if they failed to fulfill what had been commanded to them, they grew bolder and bolder and caused more chaos.
But when they were commanded to return and report their progress, no one gave Allain a satisfactory answer.
Instead, some answered sarcastically, some arrogantly, and some even openly questioned him and suggested ousting him as the demon lord.
This showed complete disregard for Allain's authority as their god.
So what should god do to his own people who had god astray and been blinded? He killed all of them—down to the roots.
He left no one, thousands upon thousands of years building an army that made the whole world tremble in fear—and eradicated it without a second thought, not for wanting his throne or for baring their fangs at him. No… he killed them merely for prioritizing themselves above his order.
But strangely enough, Allain's armies and general came back. But this time they didn't cause chaos anymore; instead, they followed what Allain had commanded the first time.
Allain's enemies knew what this meant; it meant that they had already become puppets—a walking corpse with no desire, thoughts, or needs, only to follow orders and serve their god once more.