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.
moments of his life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down
a
of our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing this for our own
"Yo—"
down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure
his body
caught sight of the box
end, I will die without knowing the
Or so he thought.
thought he had died, his eyes sprung
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
around him, his eyes soon paused on
the reason
before, the box was no
grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the side
that he had long lost
"...W...why?"
sound came out of his mouth as he was
But Jezebeth didn't care.
me? What is the purpose of
he continued to question his very own
He couldn't understand
does the world reject
meaning of my
then
enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his body, and
"Ahhhhh!"
out
blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body burned into
strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas
"Ahhhhh!"
again screamed as different images and information started
second, but to
"Haa...Haa..."
Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down
his body. He couldn't
a while for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began
"The akashic records..."
muttered in a soft
a lot of new information inside of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but
The Akashic records.
that overlooked the
bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed,
the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new things, another question emerged in Jezebeth's
'...Who am I?'
third question came
found hope. A way for him to get the answers he so desperately
about his very
than through breaking the limit
on that Jezebeth became the
*
what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar
not seen in
into them from where he
'It's been a while...
no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he was alone in
But he was wrong.
out there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that
was none other than the figure
Or so he thought.
He had finally
"You're not him."
voice echoed throughout the
a little. His demeanor remained impassive
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
around him
him, but
a little. He once again carefully
feel more alive.
that was similar to
It was gone.
from his memories. He may look the same, but he
to grow
***
Demon King's gaze directed my way, I
His pressure was enormous.
make anyone cower with
me, it didn't really feel
looks like you've still not completely
Demon King mumbled to
soft and had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable to
sound ambiguous, but I perfectly
was the future version of
exactly are you
I slowly asked.
a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how he
the figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here,
am I
his head.
an old
voice sounded rather disappointed. Even then, there was something about his sentence
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—
suddenly started to quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm, creating a black
air distorted, and the black
reappeared right in front
Click—!
low clicking sound, the sphere split into
Booom—! Booom—!
and the
eyes still locked on the
"Angelica, leave now."
was going
I had no choice.
her here, I couldn't go
with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of
distracted in the middle of a
second after I sent Angelica away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt something press against my abdomen and my
air and the
"Puchi!"
trail of blood
unsheathed my sword, and swung it
Clang—!
air dispersing the ashen gray clouds
I found the Demon King holding onto my sword with just
was left shocked
Outwardly, I didn't show it as my face refused to
Crack. Crack. Crack.
something cracking. I didn't need to raise
Dungeon was about to
Demon King's was simply far too much
was then that I suddenly heard
they're not as
grew even
time I was able to process his words, something pressed against
BANG—!
against the ground, my vision turned
even have the time to
familiar iron taste clung to the back of my throat, but I held
Tok. Tok.
sound of footsteps
at the Demon King in
"Khhh..."
placed my hand on my knee and supported my
time,
"Disappointing."
silence was inevitably broken by the
his head, he
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