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.
wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know that they were
all a futile attempt from
people. Like you've said, we are
"Yo—"
could say anything else, a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was
felt his
died, he caught sight
I will die without knowing the answer to my two
Or so he thought.
had
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap
this the reason I
to before, the box was no
grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the side of
that he had long
"...W...why?"
Unfortunately, no sound came out
But Jezebeth didn't care.
What is the purpose
he continued to question his very
He
the world reject
the meaning of
then that
have enough time to react and make
"Ahhhhh!"
let out an
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.
a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting
"Ahhhhh!"
once again screamed as different images and information started to insert into his
a split second, but to Jezebeth it felt like
"Haa...Haa..."
in space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but
He couldn't quite explain
Once he did, he slowly began to open his
"The akashic records..."
in a
of it was hazy, but in that
The Akashic records.
entity that overlooked
something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a small fragment of the
out the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new
'...Who am I?'
the third question
he had finally found hope. A way
about his
it was none other than through breaking the limit and
that point on that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and
*
met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar set of
he had not seen in a long
into them from where he was standing, the edges of
'It's been a while...
one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he was alone in the
But he was wrong.
was in fact someone else out there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon
was none other than the figure
Or so he thought.
started to crease. He had finally noticed
"You're not him."
echoed throughout
little. His demeanor remained impassive and hard
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
area around him started
like him, but the look in your
paused and squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually
more alive.
that was
It was gone.
opposite him was not the person from his memories.
started to
***
gaze directed my way, I didn't feel
His pressure was enormous.
anyone cower with just a
it didn't really feel like
you've still
King mumbled
had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've
words may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly
was the future version
exactly are
I slowly asked.
a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the
the figure in front of me was just a clone. He
am I looking
King raised his
old friend,
rather disappointed. Even then, there was something about
least internally. Outwardly, I kept an
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
hand and opened his palm to
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
out from the Demon King's
the black sphere disappeared
soon reappeared right in
Click—!
a low clicking sound, the sphere
Booom—! Booom—!
the air and the
locked on the Demon King, I
"Angelica, leave now."
realize what was going
I had no choice.
I couldn't go
Demon King, I realized just
get distracted in the middle of
happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I
being flung in the air and the castle I was previously in
"Puchi!"
of blood followed my
I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it
Clang—!
throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds
found the Demon King holding
left shocked
internally though. Outwardly, I didn't show it as my face
Crack. Crack. Crack.
followed after that was the sound of something cracking. I didn't need to
was
energy combined with the Demon King's was simply far too
suddenly heard a faint whisper in my
movements, they're not
grew even more
the time I was able to process his words, something pressed against my back, and
BANG—!
against the ground, my vision
even have the
familiar iron taste clung to the back of my throat, but
Tok. Tok.
regular sound of footsteps
head, I stared at the Demon King
"Khhh..."
hand on my knee and supported
moment of time, neither one of
"Disappointing."
silence was inevitably broken by the
head,
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