The sound of my body being pierced echoes in the dimly lit hall. Although I am familiar with the sound, this pain is certainly something that I am unfamiliar with.
The hero wears a tattered white armor. His body is covered in scratches and burns from our battle. His cape is full of holes and flutters. His left hand grips the blade harder and thrusts the holy sword deeper into my chest.
Purple blood oozes out of the wound and I start coughing out blood.
The hero lets go of the holy sword and watches as I fall onto the ground. This is the first time I’ve stared up at somebody. I, the demon lord have reigned over these lands for the past 1000 years, and to be ended by the hand of these dirty humans were not within my expectations. …show more content…
The holy sword activates its hidden power and burns my organs. Using my last ounce of strength, I shall self-destruct and blow this filthy human as well.
However, the human stares at me like he’s looking at an old friend as I’m chanting my spell. He continues to pity me despite being in a pathetic state himself. His left eye was gouged out and his dominant hand was ripped out by my [Dark Hounds]. The hero stares at me and says:
“Goodbye old friend” (hero)
“FILTHY HUMAN, DON’T THINK YOU’VE WON” (demon lord)
I activate my last resort spell, but nothing happened. The holy sword drained away my magic power and I could do nothing but stare at the back of this man that killed me.
“DON’T LEAVE HUMAN! I CAN STILL FIGHT” (demon lord)
As I try to chase after him, I could hear the sound of the empires force invading my castle. Outside the window, I can see distant smoke and a bright light. I can hear the distant screams of my servants and familiars.
“TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF MY SUBJECTS” (demon lord)
Helpless, I crawled pathetically in an attempt chase him, but I only managed to crawl a small distance. My life is slowly starting to be drained away as I leave a trail of purple blood on the ground. In my last breath, I couldn’t help but think about my servants that have served me till
The hero wears a tattered white armor. His body is covered in scratches and burns from our battle. His cape is full of holes and flutters. His left hand grips the blade harder and thrusts the holy sword deeper into my chest.
Purple blood oozes out of the wound and I start coughing out blood.
The hero lets go of the holy sword and watches as I fall onto the ground. This is the first time I’ve stared up at somebody. I, the demon lord have reigned over these lands for the past 1000 years, and to be ended by the hand of these dirty humans were not within my expectations. …show more content…
The holy sword activates its hidden power and burns my organs. Using my last ounce of strength, I shall self-destruct and blow this filthy human as well.
However, the human stares at me like he’s looking at an old friend as I’m chanting my spell. He continues to pity me despite being in a pathetic state himself. His left eye was gouged out and his dominant hand was ripped out by my [Dark Hounds]. The hero stares at me and says:
“Goodbye old friend” (hero)
“FILTHY HUMAN, DON’T THINK YOU’VE WON” (demon lord)
I activate my last resort spell, but nothing happened. The holy sword drained away my magic power and I could do nothing but stare at the back of this man that killed me.
“DON’T LEAVE HUMAN! I CAN STILL FIGHT” (demon lord)
As I try to chase after him, I could hear the sound of the empires force invading my castle. Outside the window, I can see distant smoke and a bright light. I can hear the distant screams of my servants and familiars.
“TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF MY SUBJECTS” (demon lord)
Helpless, I crawled pathetically in an attempt chase him, but I only managed to crawl a small distance. My life is slowly starting to be drained away as I leave a trail of purple blood on the ground. In my last breath, I couldn’t help but think about my servants that have served me till