《Et tu Demon Lord?》 Are you a friend?
Gary the Demon Lord Gary loved his life. It was a simple life, but as his good ol¡¯ father used to say, simple is best. Make some money, get wasted, sleep with some hoes, rinse, and repeat. And when people complicate things for you¡­ all you need to do in return is to remind them how simple things can become when a good beating gets involved. No more excuses, just results. Now, he found himself in the first step of his simple life. Precisely, collecting funds. ¡°Hahaha straight into the boiling cauldron!¡± Panting heavily, Gary finally caught up with the rat who tried to run away from him. Big mistake that. All running did was awaken the hidden predator instincts in him. In 99.99% of cases that almost always led to more violence. In his mind that was already a scientific fact. Now, he was boxed in between two of his goons, who previously split to run around the block to corner the guy at the end of the alley, which hitherto, he was slowly leading him towards. ¡°And that¡¯s how you get yourself one cornered rat, boys¡±. Gary said while menacingly approaching his target. Meanwhile, the scared man was backing slowly away from him, with his hands up in the air in front of him, palms up as if he was trying to both placate him and raise an invisible shield in front of himself at the same time. All while looking back and forward, between Gary and his goons who kept approaching him from the other side, he finally hit the wall with his back in the middle, closing all avenues of possible retreat. ¡°Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, what did I tell you last time? Didn¡¯t I say it¡¯s not gonna end well for you if you try to run away?¡± Reaching inside his suit jacket, Gary grabbed a pack of cigarettes, then he adroitly flipped one into his mouth. One of his goons already on standby with their lighter out, lit it up for him. After nodding his chin in thanks towards him, he took a long puff to calm down his lungs that had been screaming at him after all that running, and then as if to vent their frustration he released all the smoke straight into Johnny¡¯s face. ¡°Here¡¯s how things are going to happen, Johnny, you¡¯ve got ten seconds to cough up the money, otherwise we¡¯re going to beat you like a pinata and see what drops out. Comprende?¡± Face full of snot and tears, Johnny speaks out. ¡°I¡¯m sorry Gary, I swear on my own kids that I¡¯ll get you the money, just one more day Gary, one more day, I swear to God! I¡¯ll give them to you Gary! Please, please, please, just one more day, that''s all I¡¯m asking!!!¡± Gary said while falling down on his knees with his palms now clapped together, praying to him as if he was his one and only God on this earth.¡± You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. Meanwhile, Gary looked down at him like a Roman Emperor, passing judgment on one of his pit fighters. Unperturbed by Johnny¡¯s begging he continued to count indifferently, as if the violence that was about to happen was just another part of the process. ¡°4¡± ¡°3¡± ¡°No! Please no!¡± Johnny continued to beg for his life. ¡°2¡± ¡°I promise I¡¯ll give it to you Garyyy¡­!¡± ¡°1!¡± As if Johnny¡¯s fate had already been decided by the stars and the Gods that live within them, Gary knocked back his fist and prepared to punch out. Only that just as he felt his fist hit something, he was hit himself by a wave of nausea and vertigo, everything went dark, only for his vision to return a moment later, to find that he was no longer in the same alley as before, no sign of his goons, and around him was a circle of robed people, and right in front of him, there was no Johnny on the floor, but someone dressed like the Pope sat down on the floor nursing a bad case of broken nose. With what one might think were refined movements the wannabe Pope lifted himself off the ground and raised his hands in the air as if in supplication, and started to address him with a nasal voice that might or might not have had something to do with him breaking his nose. ¡°Ofhm , Dhaark hfoane ¡­ Seemingly unsatisfied with his voice he turned his head and stared at one of the robed people who quickly as if reminded of something lifted what can only appear to be a wand, and with a quick incantation, and one golden light that went straight towards the guy¡¯s nose, healed it completely. ¡°Better, now where are my manners, excuse my impoliteness Dark One, and if I upset you by bringing you here, I duly apologize and assure you that it was for a good cause because we need you and you are the only one that can help us, oh great Dark One!¡± Gary was unsure of why he was addressing him as the Dark One until he turned to look at the shiny surface of one of the marble pillars, where in its reflection he could see himself, an eight-foot demon with claws and horns staring back at him. After calming himself down and getting the story from what he later learned to be one of the Demon¡¯s Cult Archbishops, he was summoned here to lead them towards a new era of prosperity and what other not bullcrap¡­after killing them all and finishing basically what he started with Johnny since all that frustration had to be vented somehow, he finally got what he wanted, mainly all the gold and what other valuables that he could find, and there was a lot of it. Step one was complete, he was going to proceed with the next two steps in his simple life, that is: to get wasted and get lucky. Only it seemed that normal booze wouldn¡¯t suffice anymore for his new body, and neither did sex. But after killing all those stupid cultists he found something else just as good, if not better. Blood, yes blood, blood, and flesh, blood, and flesh would do just fine for him from now on. Gary the Demon Lord laughed into the night. ¡°MUHWWAHAHWHWAAAHHWAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!¡± The Dark Lords Disciple? Usually, after the night hits the town¡¯s gates, a surreal gloom covers every street and alley of the city, allowing only the random meowling from the cats prowling the streets to be heard. And all of this takes place under the ever-watching glow of the moon. The eerie atmosphere surrounding the city might, or might not have had something to do with this feeling of constantly being watched. No matter where in the city you were, the moon would always be right above you. An illusion? Possibly, but everyone knew that the Dark Lord saw everything. Ever since he decided to transform his castle into the Dark Arts Academy for the Paranormals, a whole new city started to appear around the massive fortress. Creatures of the night: Vampires, Werewolves, Gorgones, Witches, and many other supernatural creatures now resided inside the town. You¡¯d think that would be grounds for a slaughterhouse, but because everyone knew that all their actions were being constantly monitored, no crime ever occurred inside the city to the relief of the normal people who came here to escape the secular fighting of mortals and reside under the Dark Lord¡¯s umbrella, hoping to gain eternal life in one way or another. This night though, unlike many other quiet nights, had its peace disturbed by a rambunctious voice coming from one of the town''s taverns. And knowing about the Dark Lord¡¯s power, the men and women residing in the tavern were shocked to the core to hear what he had to say. ¡°HA! I tell you, if that Dark Lord thinks he¡¯s so great why does he never leave his gilded castle, huh?! He is afraid! That¡¯s why! What other Dark Lord hides away as he does? A scaredy cat of a Dark Lord, that¡¯s who!¡± The voice continued to throw slurs and insults into the night as if trying to invoke the Dark Lord himself to appear among them. ¡°What? You don¡¯t think so?¡± He pointed at the barkeeper who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there and just continued to polish his glasses, doing his best to ignore him. The drunken man appeared to be a forty-something years old male, with sharp features, black hair, and black eyes, dressed in a fine suit of clothes, nobility of some sort judging from the appearances. Probably, also the main reason why no one else from the bar dared to say something to quiet him down. The man had a death wish, so who were they to stop nature from running its course and let natural selection do its thing? That is apparently until one of the other patrons seemingly had enough of the drunk¡¯s man tirade and walked up to him. He looked young, but had similar features as the loud man, marking him another member of the Night¡¯s Nobility. Judging from the fangs, one of the more bloodthirsty types. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. Talking with a lisp, the man presented himself with a noble bow, one leg behind the other, his left hand stuck to his back, while with his right he carried a sweep of the hand, all while bowing slightly towards the man who was chugging down the rest of his drink, seemingly unimpressed. ¡°My name is Andres Von Hellsing, and I could not help but hear what you had to say about our Principal, Dark Lord Iulius Nefarius Blackthorn, and I would like you to apologize for what you just said. As one of Dark Lord¡¯s top students, I feel the need to fight for my master¡¯s honor. Apologise or this glove will come right off!¡± He said while raising his gloved right hand and bringing it closer to his left one in preparation for taking it off. ¡°Bwahahwahwahwaahwaahhaahwaaa!¡± Not only was the man not fazed at all by the challenge, but he started guffawing in his face, spit flying all over. The young man could barely maintain his fury, judging from his red face, he was ready to explode at any time. Seeing that, the man stopped laughing and turned towards the barman. ¡°Gar?on! One more round for me and my new friend here!¡± Turning back towards the now irate boy who was struggling to get his glove off, the man stopped him by placing his hand on top of his and looking the boy straight in the eyes with a seriousness that wasn¡¯t there a moment ago. But now that the boy looked better, it was a look that matched him perfectly, one that demanded respect. The sheer pressure that he felt in that second made him stumble backward and forget what he was even upset about in the first place. Picking up the drink that magically appeared on the counter by his side, the man pointed towards the seat next to him, and the other drink now waiting to be picked. ¡°Well? Are you gonna just stand there and gawk at me now? Have a seat. Drinking alone is so dull. But, do you know what¡¯s even more dull?¡± He asked with one brow raised. Finally, getting his wits together, he sat down and took a large gulp of the drink to calm his nerves. ¡®This man is dangerous¡¯, the boy thought to himself. He didn¡¯t see it previously because of his boisterous attitude, but now¡­ He realized why really no one else dared to say anything. And now that he decided to jump into the fire, he had no other option but to see it to the end. ¡°Sitting down alone with nothing to drink?¡± Finally finding his words, he answered with something he thought the man might say, only to be shocked by his answer. ¡°Hehe, that indeed would be quite an annoying situation for one to find himself in. But, no. What I personally find very, very dull are people who are lying to my face.¡± He said while his aura multiplied tenfold, making it almost impossible to keep his head straight. ¡°Now, before things get messy will you tell me why you introduced yourself as one of my disciples? ¡°My¡­?!!!!¡± The boy''s terrified face was only matched by the uncontrollable shaking of his body. He tried to get away only to fall down to the ground and be pinned there under the ever-increasing pressure of the man''s aura. ¡°You wouldn¡¯t happen to be part of the Noble¡¯s faction here trying to steal one of my seals are you?¡± He said, an evil smile forming around his lips. Seeing no answer coming from the boy he continued. ¡°Well, anyhow, it would be rude of me not to greet a member of the Night¡¯s Nobility properly. Gar?on, please bring the strongest of poisons! My long, long, lost family member and I have a lot to catch up on.¡± He said while staring deeply into his eyes, the grim smile on his face spelling his doom. And the only thing left to see in the boy''s eyes was despair, despair, and hopelessness, for this is where all his ambitions would come to an end.