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.
his life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know that they were
all a
sake of our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing this for
"Yo—"
orb descended down towards the ground.
his
sight of the box on
will die without knowing the
Or so he thought.
what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
gazing around him, his eyes soon paused
the reason I
to before, the box was no
as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly,
he had long lost started
"...W...why?"
wondered out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as he was
But Jezebeth didn't care.
happening to me? What
he continued to question his
couldn't understand. He
does the world reject my
is the meaning of my
was then that something
of a small rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his body, and
"Ahhhhh!"
out
It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body burned into bits before being regenerated and burned again.
completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he clutched
"Ahhhhh!"
and information started to insert into his
second,
"Haa...Haa..."
chest heaved up
his body. He couldn't
for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to open his eyes, and his figure began to
"The akashic records..."
muttered in
of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but
The Akashic records.
overlooked the entire
white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact
a lot of new things, another question emerged
'...Who am I?'
third question came
last time, however, he had finally found hope. A way for him to get the answers he so
his very
than through breaking the limit and reaching
on that Jezebeth became
*
what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They
he had not seen in a long
where he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's
'It's been a while...
once thought that no one would ever understand him.
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 King could
than the
Or so he thought.
to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his mouth, he eventually
"You're not him."
echoed throughout
little. His demeanor remained impassive and hard
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
around him started to
may look like him, but the look in
once again
more alive. You're not
that
It was gone.
not the person from his memories.
to
***
gaze directed
His pressure was enormous.
to make anyone cower with
to me, it didn't
still not completely
Demon King mumbled to
not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've
sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he was
future
are you
I slowly asked.
pocket dimension inside
the figure in front of me was just a clone. He
I
raised his
for an old
Even then, there was something
Outwardly, I kept an
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
opened his palm to face my
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm,
distorted, and the black sphere disappeared
right in front of
Click—!
the sphere split into two, crashing
Booom—! Booom—!
and the castle started to
eyes still locked on the
"Angelica, leave now."
the chance to realize what was going on, her
I had no choice.
I couldn't
single exchange I had with the Demon King, I realized
in the
second after I sent Angelica away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without
the air and the castle I was previously in became a small
"Puchi!"
red trail of
and unsheathed my sword, and swung it
Clang—!
throughout the air dispersing the
Demon King holding onto my sword with just his
was left shocked
I didn't show
Crack. Crack. Crack.
sound of something cracking. I didn't need to raise my
was
Demon King's was simply
then that I suddenly heard a faint
they're not as polished as
grew even more
I was able to process his words, something pressed against my back, and
BANG—!
ground,
didn't even have the time
taste clung to the back of my throat, but I held it in by
Tok. Tok.
regular sound
head, I stared at the Demon
"Khhh..."
hand on my
brief moment of time, neither
"Disappointing."
inevitably broken by the Demon
his head,
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