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.
the last moments of his life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know that they were simply just a
was all a futile
for doing this for the sake of our people.
"Yo—"
a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an
his body
he caught sight
will die without knowing the answer to my two
Or so he thought.
know exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found his body floating into
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
and gazing around him, his eyes soon
this the
box
but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the side of his
long lost started to once again
"...W...why?"
loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out
But Jezebeth didn't care.
is this happening to me? What is the purpose of my
came out, he continued to question his
He
world
meaning of my
then that
Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his
"Ahhhhh!"
out an
up his body 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 being regenerated and burned again. Not only that, he felt an inexplicable and sharp pain
so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as
"Ahhhhh!"
again screamed as different images and information started to insert into
of this lasted for a split second, but to
"Haa...Haa..."
was over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and
He couldn't quite explain what it
he did, he slowly began
"The akashic records..."
muttered in a
it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the existence of
The Akashic records.
overlooked the
also learned of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a
the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new things,
'...Who am I?'
how the third
time, however, he had finally found hope. A way for him to get the answers
about his
through breaking
that Jezebeth became the Demon King,
*
two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar set of
that he had not
gazed into them from where he was
'It's been a while...
time when he once thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he
But he was wrong.
the same lost look
other than the figure standing opposite
Or so he thought.
crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his
"You're not him."
voice echoed throughout the
His demeanor remained impassive and hard to
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
him started
may look like him, but
a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option,
They feel more
lost look that was
It was gone.
from his memories. He may look the same, but
started to
***
the Demon King's gaze directed my way, I didn't feel
His pressure was enormous.
anyone cower with just
me, it didn't really feel
you've still not
King mumbled to
was extremely soft and had it not been for my
I perfectly understood what he was
was the future
are you
I slowly asked.
pocket dimension inside of the
just a clone. He was here, yet at
am I
his head.
was looking for an old friend, but
sounded rather disappointed. Even then, there was something about his sentence that threw me
I
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
his hand and opened his
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
energy sprung out from the Demon King's
black
right in front
Click—!
low clicking sound, the sphere split into two,
Booom—! Booom—!
air and the castle started
the Demon King, I waved
"Angelica, leave now."
realize what was going on, her body was sent
I had no choice.
her here, I
with the Demon King, I realized just
the middle of
familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt something press
found myself being flung in the air and the
"Puchi!"
trail of
I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and
Clang—!
the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds
found the Demon King holding onto my
left shocked
internally though. Outwardly, I didn't show it as my
Crack. Crack. Crack.
something cracking. I didn't need to raise my head to realize
was about to
simply far too much for
was then that I suddenly heard a faint
they're not as
voice grew even
words, something pressed against my back,
BANG—!
against the ground, my vision turned
didn't even have the time
the back of my throat, but I
Tok. Tok.
regular sound of footsteps
at the
"Khhh..."
groan, I placed my hand on my knee
brief moment of time, neither one
"Disappointing."
was inevitably broken
his head, he
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