The Author's POV
Chapter 500
Throughout his life and experiences, the Demon King found himself asking three questions.
'Why does the world reject my existence?'
'What is the meaning of my life?'
'Who am I?'
He was born a demon.
A race that needed to conquer planets in order to survive. They didn't really have a choice. In order to survive, demons needed demonic energy, and that could only be created through the conversion of the mana in the air.
That said.
There were only two things that the Demon King remembered about his childhood.
His name.
Jezebeth.
...And the fact that his race was universally hunted down by all the other races in the universe.
Everyone tended to call them a race that held no emotions, but this was far from the truth.
Demons were no different from the other races. It was true that they were a lot wilder than some of the other races, but that didn't mean that they were evil and had no emotions.
Evil was a subjective word.
There were always two sides to the same coin, and everyone seemed to have failed to realize this.
From a young age, Jezebeth never remembered staying in a single place at once.
Destruction.
Death.
Carnage.
Those were the only things he saw as he ran from planet to planet, trying to avoid being hunted down by the hands of the alliance.
Despite that, his scenery never changed.
He would always see death wherever he went.
But it wasn't the death of the inhabitants of the planet they were moving into. No, it was the death of his own race as they were mercilessly slaughtered down by the other races.
'Parasites.'
'God's mistake.'
'Why were you ever created? What purpose do you serve to this world?'
Wherever he went, he would repeatedly hear the same words being thrown at him.
Listening to the same insults over and over again, at one point he started to question himself.
'Why does the world reject my existence?'
That was when the first question arose.
Why did the world seem to reject his very existence to the core? What wrong did he ever commit?
...He had only been trying to survive.
Weren't the other races doing the same?
Weren't they also killing livestock in order to feed themselves? What was so wrong with what they were doing?
This happened back when he was still young.
...Skip a few years.
Nothing changed.
As he aimlessly ran from planet to planet in order to ensure his survival, the scenery that he saw since young never changed.
Destruction.
Death.
Carnage.
It was always the same scene. At some point, he had gotten used to the scene. But it was also when he got used to the scene that stopped and looked around himself for once.
It was from that moment that he realized something.
He was alone.
All of his family, friends, and demons that he had known throughout his years had long been killed, leaving him alone.
The only momento he had of his parents was a small black box that rested on his neck. He didn't know what it was exactly, but his parents told him to never let go of it and to put his demon core inside of it.
He was still young, and thus he obediently accepted their suggestion. He didn't know much, but supposedly, the box was very durable, and it could help him survive.
At least that was what his parents told him.
But.
As he grasped the silver box hanging on his neck and took a good long hard look at it Jezebeth felt nothing.
The box used to remind him of his times with his parents...
But it no longer did.
It was from that point that the second question arose.
'What is the meaning of my life?'
Was he just born to be hunted? Was this his meaning to life? Ever since young all he had been doing is running away. Running away from the alliance that was seeking to eradicate him.
He didn't remember anything else.
Was this all his life really amounted to?
...More time passed.
Throughout the years, Jezebeth kept asking himself the same two questions.
'Why does the world reject my existence?'
'What is the meaning of my life?'
Before he knew it, many years had passed and he suddenly found himself blankly staring at the sky.
Levitating in the sky like creatures of justice, and with light spreading out from behind them, a dozen or so figures stared at him from above.
Slowly descending down toward his direction was a woman wearing a silver armor that shone brightly and gently wrapped around her figure.
She was one of the members of the alliance that was created in order to exterminate the demons.
"...Your race does not belong in this universe."
Her crisp and melodious voice rang throughout the world.
Hearing her words, something within him snapped. 'Your race does not belong in this universe?' He had heard the same phrase over and over again.
He was sick of hearing it.
Why?
...Just why?
"Cough...Cough..."
Coughing black blood down his body, Jezebeth laughed in deprecation. His blood-red eyes gazed upwards, towards the dark clouds covering the sky. Hanging down his neck was a simple silver necklace; attached to its end was a black box.
It was his family momento.
"You...you're...nothing but a bunch of hypocrites..."
He managed to utter after struggling to find his words.
"What did you say?"
"Cough..."
"Y-ou speak as though we have committed some...cough...grave sin against you all, but what is so grave with us trying to s...survive?"
Knowing that his death was already set, Jezebeth no longer held back.
"What gives you the right to come here and judge us like you are some sort of god?"
He vented all his frustration at once.
people that had been hunting his race down know that they were simply just a bunch of
it was all a futile attempt from
our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing
"Yo—"
else, a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped by the
his body
he died, he caught sight of the box on
the end, I will die without knowing the answer to my
Or so he thought.
didn't know exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap beside
the
box was no longer
scraps at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down
emotions that he had long lost started
"...W...why?"
loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as he
But Jezebeth didn't care.
happening to me? What is the
out, he continued to
He couldn't
world reject
is the meaning of my
then
Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his
"Ahhhhh!"
let out
like a raging fire. He cringed. It exploded in his head with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body burned into bits before
in his head was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he clutched
"Ahhhhh!"
again screamed as different images and information started to insert into his
a split second, but to Jezebeth it felt
"Haa...Haa..."
floated in space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but
strange power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain
he slowly began to open his eyes, and
"The akashic records..."
in a
hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the existence of a higher
The Akashic records.
that overlooked the entire
bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a small fragment of the
realizing a
'...Who am I?'
third
A way for him to get
about his very own
none other than through breaking the limit and
that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and his curse
*
met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were
he had not
he gazed into them from where he was
'It's been a while...
understand him. A time when he thought that
But he was wrong.
someone else out there that had the same lost look in
was none other than the figure standing opposite of
Or so he thought.
Demon King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening
"You're not him."
echoed
head tilted a little. His demeanor remained
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
area around him
may look like him, but
paused and squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually shaking his
eyes. They feel more
lost look that
It was gone.
opposite him was not the person from his memories. He may
to
***
gaze directed
His pressure was enormous.
make anyone cower with just a
didn't
still not completely
Demon King
voice was extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable
words may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood
was the future version
are you looking
I slowly asked.
was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how he was
could tell that the figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time, actually
I
his head. He eventually shook
for an old friend, but
there was
internally. Outwardly, I kept
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
opened his palm
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
started to quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of
distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from
right in front
Click—!
the sphere split into two,
Booom—! Booom—!
the air and the castle started to
still locked on the Demon King, I
"Angelica, leave now."
chance to realize what was going on, her body was sent flying
I had no choice.
I
just that single exchange I had with the Demon King, I realized just how
distracted in the
me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I
in the air and the castle I was previously
"Puchi!"
trail of blood
and unsheathed my
Clang—!
ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in
found the Demon King holding onto my sword with just his
left
I didn't show it as
Crack. Crack. Crack.
after that was the sound of something cracking. I didn't need to raise my
was about
was simply
that I suddenly heard a
not as polished
grew even more
I was able to process his words,
BANG—!
the ground, my vision
even have the time
to the back of my throat, but I
Tok. Tok.
sound
stared at the Demon King in
"Khhh..."
hand on my knee and
time,
"Disappointing."
silence was inevitably broken by the
his head,
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