《Atreo "The Delusional Demon Prince"》 01| Delusional Demon Prince and a Resigned Hero A seemingly boundless ancient forest, an infinite azure expense called the skies, sounds created by the denizens of the forest going about their life. This scenery forms such a tranquil atmosphere that it can only be described by one word - ¡°Beautiful¡±. Nevertheless, for some reason all of it pales in comparison to a single human that is currently covering before me. His once heavenly white full plate armor that gave off a feeling of an impenetrable barrier and had its possessor turned into an imposing, almost divine, presence. Now is but a worthless metal shell of its past grandeur.. ¡°Worthless¡± yet still truly ¡°Beautiful¡±. Once heavenly white, now stained crimson with the blood of its possessor. Formerly impenetrable, now dented all over with a gaping hole in the chest area. The imposingly divine presence completely dissipated as if unwilling to be one with something that has become useless. Turning something so magnificent into blood-soaked junk, as if using the world as a canvas to create a ¡°breathing masterpiece¡±. But in the end, armor is nothing but object, merely a decoration on the canvas. The true beauty is exhibited in the expression. In the expression displayed on the human¡¯s face. An expression that is called ¡°Resignation¡±. Once a proud knight, a hero that had absolute devotion to his cause of ridding the world of evil and a sort of fanatic belief in the power of righteousness. Now, much like his armor, a mere shell of his former self with a gaping hole in his chest. With everything that he believed in and all of his former companions literally shredded into pieces. He has resigned himself and is now pleading me, his mortal enemy, a demon, an evil being. Pleading me without uttering a single word, only staring at me with those lifeless eyes, as if asking to finish this nightmare and let him join his companions in eternity. ¡°Beautiful¡±¡­ indeed a masterpiece If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Atreo P.L. 27/July Well¡­ This should do. Now then, since I¡¯ve finished with my delusions today¡¯s entry into my diary journal with all my most notable experiences to pass on to future generations¡­ It¡¯s about time to I got back to interrogating that f@cking stubborn a33hole the unfortunately not really that much ¡°resigned Hero¡± as I¡¯ve mentioned in my dia¡­. Uhm.. Journal. Though it seems that it¡¯ll still take a while for him to wake up since our last so called interrogation¡­. AN: This journal entry thing is probably a one time thing just for this prologue unless you guys actually managed to make some sense out of it and liked it.. Either way let me know in the comments.. The actual story will be written as a POV for Atreo ¡°The Delusional Demon Prince¡± doing stuff around the world. The next chapter will pretty much explain the actual setting of this story and will more or less let you understand where it¡¯s headed. Either way I hope you¡¯ll enjoy the story and do leave some comments with suggestions and stuff ;) P.S. English is not my native lang so you¡¯ll have to forgive me for my spelling, misuse of some words and strange sentence structure here and there.. :p 02| Delusional Demon Prince and an Inner Discourse Well¡­ It¡¯s already been a week since I arose in this god forsaken forest but nothing much has changed. The sky is still as blue as ever¡­ Trees retained their verdant hue¡­ And the damn self-proclaimed Hero is as stubborn as ever. Though I can¡¯t really say that this whole week was a complete waste since I¡¯ve managed to release quite a bit of my pent up frustration during our interrogation sessions with that Hero kid. What do our interrogation sessions include you might wonder? Nothing that much special.. really.. First, I try to ask him a few questions of interest to me with a gentle disposition. Unfortunately to every question that I ask there¡¯s only one answer ¨C Silence. At this point in time Hero usually looses a finger or two. This method is very effective since it helps break the silence between us. Much to my dismay, instead of the so much wanted answers to my questions all I receive is ¡°I¡¯ll never succumb to your torture you violent demon scum!¡±. Sometimes he does change some things in the sentence but in the end the ¡°demon scum¡± stays the same. After that we proceed to further stages that are best left unmentioned. Though regardless my interrogation skills seem to be somehow lacking since we repeat this process on daily basis and hes yet to answer a single question. Hell.. He should be in so much pain that even keeping that unmoving pokerface on all the time should be impossible yet he manages to spill those demon scum sentences one after another. To give you a better understanding of his situation at present.. Well.. He¡¯s pretty much already dead.. Died the second I pierced his chest a week ago when he and his now dead groupies tried to assult me the second I appeared in the middle of nowhere.. nowhere being this damn forest.. God how I¡¯m tired of this place! I¡¯m so burning it down right after I¡¯m done playing here dealing with the Hero >.<.. Uhm.. Back on topic.. So basically the only reason he¡¯s still around to get on my nerves is because my magic keeps him alive¡­ Healing magic you might¡¯ve thought¡­ No. Demons don¡¯t swing that way.. Soul manipulation.. Magic unique to my demon clan but more on that later¡­ I pretty much trapped his soul inside his body.. Why him of all the 5 people that jumped me? Simple.. Last man standing.. Since he was the strongest of the group I thought that the amount of information that he possess should be higher than the others. Moving on.. Sounds like a convenient way to cheat death right? Well.. it isn¡¯t.. The moment his body went limp it lost it¡¯s ability to house a soul.. Imagine yourself being stuck in an adamantine shoebox, your nerve system intact while the shattered bones and and smashed body parts pressuring the walls of the shoebox only to be repelled back. True.. must be hard to imagine something like that but sure doesn¡¯t sound like a fun experience, right? And here this guy is not even making a sound.. Damn it! Looks like I¡¯ll have to think of a different way.. Why not kill this and find someone that would be more willing to share some information? Pfft.. If I decided that I¡¯ll get all the information I need from this guy whether he wants or not.. Heck.. if he doesn¡¯t know something I¡¯ll still make him spill it damn it! This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. This is all that crazy old man¡¯s fault! Who¡¯s the crazy old man? My ass of a father! Why do I treat someone that raised and taught me everything that I know? This is a simple one.. remember how explain why storing a sole in a dead body is a no no? Well.. During one of his lessons I had to learn it the hard way.. When I was but young.. almost a new born demon, no more then 100 years old¡­ actually that day was my 100thyears birthday.. So dad decided that the best present would be a spar with him without holding anything back claiming that I should be honored to see him using his full power. How did it end? The second the signal for the fight to start was heard.. I was blown to pieces.. Literally.. I mean come on.. my dad didn¡¯t even move from his spot.. It took our demon maids the whole day to find and collect all of my missing little pieces from the floor, walls, ceilings and some even flew out into the yard through the window. While everyone were busy cleaning things up.. I was busy retaining my soul in the biggest chunk of my blown body.. Though I was lucky to be a demon born with extremely high vitality and it took me only a week to regenerate my body completely using the scavenged pieces of myself and regrowing the missing parts.. All in all, it wasn¡¯t a fun experience. Though it doesn¡¯t even compare to the reason why he kicked me out from the demon realm.. The geezer seriously got a screw loose after living for like I don¡¯t know.. Eternity? What? You want to hear the story how my father forced me to do an almost impossible task and when I was a step away from completing it he got pissed and banished me from the demon realm? Well.. I guess I can consider sharing it with something.. Some say that releasing your emotions outside works. *SOB* Well.. To begin my story I guess I¡¯ll have to tell you a little about the demon world realm for you to understand this bitter tale of an innocent young lad, no older then 48763 years of age, who was falsely accused by his tyrant father and exiled from his home for who knows how many eons to come in it¡¯s entirety. AuthNote: Well.. So far so good.. I know that this chapter much like the last doesn¡¯t really cover much just a bunch of inner monologue or more like just what pops up randomly in my head put on paper.. Well.. More like put a in word doc in our case.. Either way the next chapter will cover how he got exiled in the first place which probably should have been the prologue but I just felt like putting it in this order would make it more fun.. Just consider this few chapters as a training montage since our MC doesn¡¯t need any which gives more space to introduce the story itself first before going out and wrecking havoc in the human realm ;) BTW I¡¯m yet to name the world that he got banished to if anyone has any nice ideas than feel free to offer also any other suggestions are welcome 03 | Delusional Demon Prince and the Online Course Of The Demon Realms History Well.. To begin my story I guess I¡¯ll have to tell you a little about the demon world realm for you to understand this bitter tale of an innocent young lad, no older then 48763 years of age, who was falsely accused by his tyrant father and exiled from his home for who knows how many eons to come in it¡¯s entirety. Now then prepare to be enlightened with the truth behind my banishment from the place that I once considered home, The Demon Realm! Everything began exactly 8763 years ago. Not very long before that, the Realm that literally acted as a cradle for every demon in existence was engulfed in flames and turmoil of war. The cause for the war was very simple.. The absence of the supreme leader that would unite the whole continent under one banner and lead the demons relying on his strength alone that instilled fear on all of his subordinates. Unfortunately that is but a dream living in the minds of demons since the beginning of times there is yet a demon to be born that had managed to seize control of the demon realm in all of it¡¯s glory. Some tried but failed miserably because dreams are called dreams because they are never meant to become reality. Regrettably for this so called reality, demons are creatures much like gods, the only deference being - gods were born to creature and manage reality, demons on the other hand born to bend reality and everything else created or owned by others to their wills and make it their own. Believing this to be true, driven by their greed and desires demons fought on and on for so long that keeping count already become impossible and finally around 10000 years ago the war had reached it¡¯s climax. The supposedly infinite expense of the Demon Realm was divided between 4 biggest clans that have experienced and managed to strive in the chaotic wars in the Demon Realm. The leaders of the 4 clans were crowned as governors ruling supreme over the underworld. My father, being one of those leaders, was titled the Governor of the Souls, watching over the souls of the foul sinners that were sent to repent and suffer in our Realm until my father deems them worthy of forgiveness for managing not to cease their existence while being subjected to unrelentless agony that one earns by being weak while being a resident, even if only temporarily, in our Demon Realm, the realm governed by strength. The 3 leaders of the other clans were titled as Governor of the Chaos, Governor of the Beasts, and Governor of the Shadows respectively. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. This covers the basics that I¡¯ve wanted you to understand before starting my story and worry not. You will learn in detail about every Governors during my story because they will also play a major role in what is yet to be unveiled before you. Yet another excellent entry for my fluffy pink diary hard leather obsidian black journal meant to be passed on to the younger generations. Very well, now that I¡¯ve finished elevating my self-importance preparing the summarized history of the Demon Realm for younger generations to learn what had led their lives to end up where they will be present while reading my ¡°Saga Chronicles of the Awesome and Majestic ME¡± journal that shall later be known as ¡°Life experiences of a humble nameless adventurer¡±*cough*OVER MY DEAD BODY!!*cough**cough*¡­ ¡­. ¡­ Uhm¡­ Moving on.. AuthNotes: I know I¡¯m an arse for ending the chapter like this but I¡¯ll try to post another a bit later today so don¡¯t curse me under your breath when you finish reading this ;)) Next chapter will be him having a monologue and telling the story of his exiled self to no one in particular in his head, pretty much something like the last chapter retelling the events without randomly going all chuunibyou.. for the most of the chapter at least.. Or so I hope¡­ ;) I also do hope that someone is expecting this and I¡¯m not writing this for no one in particular that resides in my head much like a certain MC) 04 | Delusional Demon Prince and a Healthy Overreaction Very well, now that I¡¯ve finished elevating my self-importance preparing the summarized history of the Demon Realm for younger generations to learn what lead their lives to end up where they will be present while reading my ¡°Saga Chronicles of the Awesome and Majestic ME¡± journal that shall later be known as ¡°Life experiences of a humble nameless adventurer¡±*cough*OVER MY DEAD BODY!!*cough**cough*¡­ ¡­. ¡­ Uhm¡­ Moving on.. Exactly 8763 years ago, in my chambers of the Demonic Castle that belonged to my clan, the gears of fate had already began turning full throttle weaving an immeasurable amount of nets, nets that were creating specifically to bound and bend me and countless others to the fate¡¯s cruel manipulations and act as puppets for her twisted amusement. Truly the Fate is the epitome existence among demons , the true supreme ruler of all. The sole true omnipotent and omnipresent existence. It¡¯s a shame that back then I wasn¡¯t aware of the presence such as fate and blindly went along my path climbing over many to finally reach it.. The door.. If only I could reach¡­ and then I¡¯d achieve every demon¡¯s ambition from the beginning of time.. Unfortunately it was not meant to be.. At the very last moment Fate had decided to cut all the nets that she had weaved for me herself and with that my frail stairway to my ambition built on the lives of others had collapsed and I fell.. all the way down to some filthy mortal realm.. And that is the story of my majestic rise and the shattering downfall that led me to fall down in this forest which leads to our present situation¡­. Hmm? Whats with that look? Huh? You didn¡¯t like my story? But.. but.. but *SOB* What? Arggghh¡­ Fine.. I¡¯ll tell the real thing without the bs about fate.. Basically everything started exactly 8763 years ago, in my chambers of the Demonic Castle that belonged to my clan, to my father in particular¡­ Either way I was busy in my chambers dozing off chewing on a soul that I tempted to come closer by mentioning that it¡¯s about time it should be released¡­ The soul seemed overjoyed then sprinted through the whole of my 1km chambers.(Yes.. in demon realm we¡¯ve got some extra space to use up for useless things.. especially when one is strong enough). Reaching me in a matter of seconds¡­ Such a lively guy.. and then ceasing to exist forever while becoming my snack.. Now.. now.. such a small part of my story yet so many questions already? Fine.. I¡¯ll be nice enough to answer a few.. ask away.. Wasn¡¯t it a bit too cruel to completely wipe someone off existence for the sake of chewing on a weird snack? A bit too cruel, you ask? More like I was lenient.. Let me explain.. If the souls wander aimlessly around the streets it means that their sins were so heavy that even the River Of Damnation is repulsed to house them and expels them to suffer at the hand of pretty much everything that can move in the Demon Realm being in the very bottom of the food chain.. Also weird snack you say? This is a matter of survival! I haven¡¯t eaten for weeks now¡­ Why not ask some servants to prepare something to eat for myself? Well.. that¡¯s a bit complicated.. after killing a few of them for messing up in their work they have developed some weird tendency to avoid me.. The only person that was less popular with the servants was my mother.. Why? Because she spent her boring afternoons hunting them down around the castle.. Of course except for my ever so loyal butler Cladius.. Where¡¯s the so called loyal butler Cladius when his most beloved most is in times of need? Well.. I kinda exiled him to some random location when he brought me my tea.. cold. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. Why not go grab something to eat by myself for a change? Simple.. I haven¡¯t lifted my arse from this throne for 5 years now and I¡¯m not planning on getting up anytime soon.. Why did I waste 5 years on my chair majestic throne? 2 simple reason, first being that I¡¯m pretty much immortal so those 5 years don¡¯t really mean all that much, second being that my father said that I have 5 years of free time that I can spend however I want. Why waste those 5 years to a chair? Because when you get your first day off in 40000 years of life and it¡¯s a 5 year long day off.. It only means one thing.. What was that? My father finally decided to show some consideration for his 24/7 on the shift son? Impossible.. This 5 years is an ominous sign.. 5.. Such a sinister number¡­ I mean look at it.. it¡¯s emitting such a strong killing intent that I feel like I¡¯m being crushed by a boulder.. one the size of a mountain.. AuthNote: Well.. I''ve spent all day today writing this ff so now my brain is boiling so this chapter might end up pretty messy.. I was originally planning to make this a faced paced story but for some reason I keep getting stuck on the most random parts of the story and end up spending a bunch of time typing them out.. Either way I''m almost finished with the next part.. but I''ll need to take a break before wrapping it up.. I''ll put it up in an hour or two 05 | Delusional Demon Prince and the Time Travel Terrorists This 5 years is an ominous sign.. 5.. Such a sinister number¡­ I mean look at it.. it¡¯s emitting such a strong killing intent that I feel like I¡¯m being crushed by a boulder.. one the size of a mountain.. 10 minutes later Alright.. Breath.. breath¡­ relax.. numbers alone can¡¯t kill.. Now that I think about it.. 5 years have passed wasting away in my chair throne.. Back then father said that I have exactly 5 years of time. F@CKING SH!T! HOW COULD I WASTE 5 SHITTING YEARS OF MY FIRST VACATION ON A CHAIR!! Oh well, how unfortunate that time flies so fast while doing something that you really enjoy! Those wonderful 5 years wasted spent rotting resting on my fucking chair! A CHAIR DAMN IT! lovely comfortable throne. Now that I think about it.. 5 wasn¡¯t the only mentioned number that sent me a chill during the conversation that we¡¯ve been holding so far. Now then, let¡¯s try to remember.. 8763 ¨C nope.. 1-nope.. 2 ¨Cnope.. 40000 ¨C bingo!.... ¡­. ¡­.. Bingo my ass! Today is my birthday! The crazy old man gave me those 5 years to get myself ready for my birthday celebration that is currently being arranged by that geezer.. Now then.. maybe it isn¡¯t that bad.. I mean it¡¯s a party in my honor.. Guests.. Presents¡­ I¡¯m in the middle of attention.. Good, good.. That sounds nice and pleasant.. Other then the fact that the geezer took 5 years to prepare my present.. I¡¯ve learned my lesson after turning into snack for the guard dogs that snooped up the blown pieces of me and took their time chewing on them while all I could do is watch. After doing some thinking and considering my options I came to the conclusion that convenient training methods won¡¯t save me from that. My only option was to learn some magic that would let me escape as soon as he spots me during my birthday celebration. Unfortunately, just like the convenient training methods won¡¯t help me reach his level any time soon in this millennia nor would your usual warps, teleportation, invisibility and the rest of the birthday party clown¡¯s level of magic would be as good as useless against him. Looks like it¡¯s time to play around with some forbidden and lost magicks. How am I to get my hands on something that is ¡°lost¡± and is considered a taboo even by demons? Aha.. Our library, much to my convenience, pretty much is entirely filled with a wide variety of books that are used precisely to learn those ¡°lost¡± and ¡°forbidden¡± magicks. After taking a stroll through the familiar shelves tagged as simply lost magicks. I came to a grim realization¡­ This won¡¯t do.. This magic is on the level of the clown graduating from the birthday parties and now is the acting as some warm up act on some downtown comedy stand-up show. Looks like my only choice is to go to the deepest part containing the most dangerous spells.. Why dangerous.. Because demons don¡¯t create taboos on strong magic only because it gives off a sinister aura.. No.. this magick if preformed wrong, in the best case scenario, end up turning the user into a gruesome mess of bones and flesh. Giving it some thought.. Exploding during a miscast or getting shredded by daddy. Nothing to think about.. I take a quick look around and spot exactly what I¡¯m looking for.. Most likely the most malevolent looking book in the whole library. What made it look grim even to my eyes? The ancient technology used to create it and preserve through eternity? It¡¯s onyx coated cover, that is said to be used to retain the most hideous and vile creatures that aren¡¯t even welcome in the Demon Realm? The crimson pages that obviously hinted to the fact that all who have tried to use this book to gain undeserved power, much like I am at this very moment, have become it¡¯s light after lunch snack. Nope, none of that.. I mean this is the Demon Realm.. Things like this are used as everyday items all around. What really made me think twice before using this book was the vile black smoke all around it. Magick so strong that even the book can use release a bit of it¡¯s effect.. I mean I heard that everything contains mana.. But books casting magic.. That¡¯s new. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. Regardless, comparing a magician book or my father.. Obviously it¡¯s time to learn to look as bad@ss as that book. In the end after stopping the book from whole and alive.. Came the real hard part.. Measuring c0cks with the magick I had to prove to the magic that I¡¯m worthy of using it.. A strange thing indeed, normal magic takes year to master and would never be able to reach even close in the terms of destructive power.. I mean I¡¯ve learned the thing only yesterday after showing it my c0ck mastery of the soul magick.. Seeing that I¡¯m freely controlling magic that is the same rank as Smoky, or so I call him now. Why does magick even speak? Simple.. Because smoky is a really old and condensed concentration of evolved mana.. That what forbidden magick is all about.. You absorb this this concentration of mana into yourself after which you can pretty much freely use it around. Nice right? Eat a smoky and become almighty.. Unfortunately, nothing comes cheap.. If I¡¯d shown a slightest concentration while taking smoky in he would instead try to take over my body. At which point it would be the end. I resist and my body explodes into tiny little fragments of it former self. That by the way, as I¡¯ve mentioned earlier is the best case scenario.. The worst is smoke takes over my body and goes to have fun outside.. Intelligent mana is never easy to deal with.. Intelligent mana with a body of a highest tier demon like myself is close to unstoppable. So when people fully absorb the intelligent mana they tend to spend years on completely wiping their consciousness inside their bodies to avoid risks¡­ It lowers the power of the spell quite a bit but in the end it¡¯s better then loosing your body altogether. Oh before I forget.. Smoky meet Blue.. Why is Smoky still around? Because I can¡¯t afford to cut down on my abilities at the price of my safety.. Whos Blue.. The intelligent mana that came as a pack with my soul magic.. Hes a cool guy.. though sometimes he tends to create a fluffy pink diary out of nowhere and write some strange things in it.. Hold on.. That¡¯s was one of the future me not Blue.. What do I mean by future ¡°me¡±.. According to what they told me.. In the not so distant future I¡¯ll figure out a way to travel back to my younger body thou I decided that all I¡¯ll be doing is annoying the guy just like I was annoyed back in the days by the other future mes.. Why haven¡¯t I mentioned anything before this? Haven¡¯t you noticed that this whole time we were observing everything as POVs of my past selves? Of course sometimes some unwanted memories came up and I unconsciously took over the body a few times.. But other then that I was always there to answer your questions.. Doesn¡¯t it bother him? We¡¯re doing him a favour by preparing him for what will come.. Soon enough It¡¯ll be far more then just Smoky,Blue and 4 or 5 of my future and past selves.. and in the end we might all come from different times but it all comes down to the fact that we''re one and the same so it''s big deal really.. The only downside to this magick is that you can only go back in time and no matter what you do it¡¯s impossible to change the way the events are progressing even if you take over the body.. one way or the other the major things especially those that you¡¯re aiming to change just won¡¯t... so we gave up on trying to improve the things that have already become a distand memory and instead decided to pester our past selves as a form of revenge on our future selves that had introduced us to this form of time-travel terrorism while perfecting it on us... Wheres the logic in that? It''s simple.. since our past selves are our future selves in the future then we can have our past take the blunt of our thirst for revenge and have the nightmares of this events haunt them all the way in their distant future! Now that everyone got a say in this can I get back to the actual story now? Yes? Thank you.. So where was I again? Right.. 100 year old me and smoky AuthNote: From now I''ll try to stick as much as I can to stick to the actual story because at this rate this is going to go nowhere :p 06 | Delusional Demon Prince and Smokys Anatomy Now that everyone got a say in this can I get back to the actual story now? Yes? Thank you.. So where was I again? Right.. 100 year old me and smoky Well there¡¯s really not much to add to this except maybe for the fact that the magick that I¡¯ve acquired after merging was truly a godsend.. It might be weird, for me, a demon, to refer to something like that but stumbling upon smoky had spared me of the premature execute that my father had been maliciously planning for each and every of my birthdays.. How does the habit of generating an eerie black smoke that my body had developed after being exposed to Smoky¡¯s influence helped me survive another 40000 years with someone like my father aiming for my life the same day every year as if it¡¯s your every day¡¯s family birthday tradition? Obviously it didn¡¯t.. but what truly saved me was the fact that Smoky is pure darkness, a void that has gained form for whatever reason. Smoky is the real thing.. nothingness that has gained a corporeal body.. His very existence puts even those demons that have spent their eternal lives while trying imitate the all devouring darkness by having their basic spells turn black in color by adding some dark element magic into them.. Sure they somehow managed to increase the potential of the spells if only by a little margin.. Even the pinnacle of their research, the process of mutating the mana within you to gain some similar attributes to darkness. This kind practice soon proved to show results but in the end most of the dare devils that had the gut to bite off more then they could handle ended up being bitten at themselves.. The funniest part is that what ate them was their own mana going rampant over the unnatural transformation and gaining devouring attributes.. The mage loses control over his mana because it had become something completely different that what he had being using all his life and ended up being turning into nothingness from within by his own creation which in the end meets the same fate after loosing the sole thing that had brought it all together into what it has now become. But Smoky is different unlike those inept magicians and the insignificant residue of the rampaging mana.. Smoky is literally a being of darkness a certified denizen of the night that has managed to develop intelligence over the years¡­ the years longer then infinity being someone older then world as we know it living and observing from the very beginning when there was only darkness and witnessing the birth of the first light invading his boundless home the expansion and creating of what is now called the living and immortal beings that are to busy with their daily worries to realize how insignificant their very existence is in the expanse of the multiverse and of that that delve beyond it¡¯s furthest reaches. Yet Smoky that had gained awareness was intrigued with our the daily trepidations and decided that he to wanted to join our little world and be a part of it¡¯s bustling life and so he did. Though that is a story for another time. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Going back to our original topic.. With smoky I have not only gained the ability to erase anything that comes close enough for me to manipulate my aura of black smoke turning it into a mass of darkness that is like a beast waiting to devour it¡¯s pray at any given moment. Unfortunately children¡¯s games like this won¡¯t work against my dad and that¡¯s where his second ability comes in that is to this day still is my most prized possession. After margining with smoky, a denizen of darkness, I have also gained access to the void.. a bottomless pit that can anywhere and nowhere at the same and this is what pissed my father off to no end every single year when I turn into nothingness right before his eyes and wait for my most feared day of the year to pass in genuine solitude.. Not counting the arses that keep bickering inside my head of course¡­ But I¡¯ve started to adapt already and learned to ignore the topics that they choice to discuss disregarding their age and not seeming not at all bothered by how unsightly they are. Yet still, today at my 40000 old birthday and an ability that gives me access to my own little world that will welcome me at any time and can bring me to wherever I desire. The companions that are always bickering about things so pointless that it never stop to amaze me at how do they come up with such topic, yet while annoying they serve as the strongest assurance that one can hope to achieve. The assurance is their existence as long as they are still there then I¡¯m sure to survive whatever the worlds throws before me. And so it finally starts, the beginning of my more then 8000 long years of what has caused me to fall somewhere as low as a mortal realm.. My younger self had been summoned by the Governor, his father, personally to attend to the meeting help in the throne room.. grrrr a real throne¡­ AuthNote: I''ll try to keep the 8000 years Demon Realm ammount of chapters short only to point out the main events that happened during that time have him banished and begin the actual journey) 07 | Delusional Demon Prince and the Scary Fatherly Love And so it finally starts, the beginning of my more then 8000 long years of what has caused me to fall somewhere as low as a mortal realm.. My younger self had been summoned by the Governor, his father, personally to attend to the meeting help in the throne room.. grrrr a real throne¡­ Standing in the middle of this majestic throne room in the presence of an imposing figure.. Seeing him like this I can¡¯t help but reconsider my foul opinion of the demon that is haughtily sitting in his gigantic throne.. Sadly enough, that was but a momentarily lapse of judgment due to the current atmosphere in this room. I have known this monster long enough to know that he¡¯s nothing more then a senile old man with too much power to go around and it looks like the boredom is strong within him which is really bad. It feels like he¡¯s ready to pounce me at any given moment but to my surprise he chose to actually speak to me for a change.. ¡°Atreo¡± He said my name! This is looking seriously bad. I want to meld with the darkness this very moment but unless he charges on me first I can¡¯t make a move since bailing in the middle of a conversation with my king would be considered bad manners. Resigned to my fate of probably becoming a sacrifice for powering his crazy powers I had no choice but to answer him. ¡°Yes, father.¡± - bowing down on one knee, I managed to squeeze out a simple answer. ¡°Atreo, the game of cat and mouse that we played on all of your birthdays was truly enterntaining¡± Damn it.. The way he said it was as if he honestly considered those life and death experiences as a game. This geezer is even crazier then I ever thought! ¡°But unfortunately you have now completely grown up and spending time playing around would be something unsightly even for spending the rare quality time between a father and his son¡± Ooh god.. someone please call some heavenly PTA or w/e and save this poor innocent demon child from the clutches of this very scary old man. Now praying to gods that would never consider saving something like a demon.. and a demon that had killed a few of their own kind to boot. What is this?! Karma? Was I really such a bad demon after all that now I¡¯ll face my punishment.. While I was in the middle of remembering all the horrid things that I¡¯ve committed during my oh so short life and that there is no longer any salvation for me my father continued to speak ¡°I see that you seem quite sad about it my young Atreo, but worry not since I¡¯ve took it upon myself to find something to keep you entertained¡­ and me while you¡¯ll be going at it¡­ Uhm.. Either way, Atreo, you had 5 years for yourself but now it¡¯s time for you to come back and the first mission for is something special that took me all of those 5 years to come up with this.. Basically.. I want you to go and take the over the Demon Realm¡­ Now I have more important issues to attend so farewell¡±. Stolen story; please report. And so he casually leaves his majestic throne and strolls out through the closest door to him seemingly wanting to not be anywhere close to me by the time I managed to get over the shock caused by receiving an order such as this. To be honest I even respected him for uttering something like that.. I mean cmon, in my eyes he was already the craziest bastard around that couldn¡¯t get any worse.. But here he made it worse.. surpassing all the possible turtures that I thought that he would manage to come up with as a birthday present for his one and only son.. Somehow this had lead me to a thought that I might have had an older brother or a sister that were smashed as a present on their 100thbirthday and without the soul magick they failed to survive.. Probably making my father sad.. somewhere on the level of having your favorite puppy die in an unfortunate incident. Regardless this has nothing to do with my current situation. While in the middle of considering my options I realize that although my father has left¡­ The rest of the nobles demons present during this ceremony, where I was pretty much publically executed, stayed unmoving in their spots.. Observing me with mocking smiles while whispering between each other probably discussing of how they will benefit after I¡¯m gone¡­ Truly some might hit the jackpot if I were to die while humoring my father.. but not this guys.. Now their time is up. Releasing the constrains on my dark aura that has grown to an immeasurable size over the passage of years, now completely unrestraint engulfing the whole of the Demonic Castle with all of it¡¯s majesty. That¡¯ll teach him.. Too bad he wasn¡¯t there to go down together with his damn castle! Oh adolescence, it¡¯s truly hard for a young demon, such as myself, to keep my emotions in check while in a middle of a growth spurt. Although it must be a blessing that my father along with the rest of our clan was out attending to his ¡°more important matters¡±. Oh how glad I am that they are still well and unharmed. Otherwise I wouldn¡¯t be able to provide them with proper deaths while subjecting them to tortures that I¡¯m yet to come up with. Following my father in his footsteps I¡¯ll take my time to come up with a worthy execution method for all of the before making my move, but for now I shall bid my time. 08 | Delusional Demon Prince and his Strategic Genius Otherwise I wouldn¡¯t be able to provide them with proper deaths while subjecting them to tortures that I¡¯m yet to come up with. Following my father in his footsteps I¡¯ll take my time to come up with a worthy execution method for all of them before making my move, but for now I shall bid my time. Reaching my peak mental condition by imagining all the possible and most horrid ways to release my family from the heavy burden called living going into deep mediation on a life less plain that was once the place where my father¡¯s throne room had been located, I can finally consider my options. Bail? Won¡¯t do.. My father will personally find and subject me to a thorough reeducation that I most likely fail to survive. Why not hide in the void? Well.. it sure is a nice place to stick around for a day or two while thinking about stuff but in no way is it a place where I¡¯d want to spend my eternity. Follow the order? It won¡¯t really be the hardest thing to achieve with a little manipulation here and there.. The real problem is covering the distance between the territories which pretty much was no different from a public execution performed by my father personally.. He knows my weaknesses to well.. that cunning old fox¡­ Sure while running around alone I can just use the void to materialize where ever I deem fit but unfortunately the void doesn¡¯t allow passengers.. Once that are still breathing at the very least.. While the demon fodder that I¡¯m planning to use for distraction probably won¡¯t even have the ability to perform a simple teleport spell.. Why am a whining over a little traveling by normal means between the demon territories you ask? Because it¡¯ll take at least around a hundred years traveling by foot from here to reach the closest targeted capital.. Why so long? Because it¡¯s the Demon Realm, unlike the other plains swarmed by mortals the Demon Realm is unique and has to be sufficiently large to contain all the sinners exiled to rot in here and still provide us demons with all the space that we might need.. Since it¡¯s so large don¡¯t we have any kind of basic transportations available? Sure we do.. But those aren¡¯t meant for demon fodder and are hard to obtain. Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. But then I reconsidered my father¡¯s order and it finally hit me! If it¡¯s like that then I¡¯ll carry the whole army on my back if that¡¯s what it takes to faithfully oblige to my father¡¯s supreme command. Now that I¡¯ve finally realized the importance of the mission and the trust that my father has placed onto my I shall carefully think of a plan that will take me a step closer to finally achieving my most cherished dream hiding deep inside of me and bidding it¡¯s time. 2 minutes into putting my master plan on world conquest together and decided that it¡¯s to much of a pain unsightly for a demon such as myself to rely on something like strategy. Regardless I know my first step for sure.. It¡¯s something that I was planning to do for a while now, but never could find an even half decent reason to bother. Until now that is. With a wicked grin plastered on his face he was engulfed by the raven¡¯s shadows also known as the darkness of the void. Did I just narrate myself in a third person? Yes, I did.. why ask? Feigning ignorance he gave a simple reply 09 | Delusional Demon Prince and the BattleWith Fate With a wicked grin plastered on his face he was engulfed by the raven¡¯s shadows also known as the darkness of the void. Did I just narrate myself in a third person? Yes, I did.. why ask? Feigning ignorance he gave a simple reply Appearing seemingly out of nowhere, stood a figure of an imposing man, glaring in the direction of soaring tower. What?! You want me to stop with my half-arsed attempts of my third person narrations? Hmph! Leaving the void I fluttered through the air and with a graciousness of a sparrow landed softly on the unsuspecting group¡­. ¡­ ¡­ What now?! Want me to skip the usual bs? But.. but L What? You want me to wait for a second? Why did I have to return to the void both of the times to make another appearance? Hmm.. Instead of teaching you common sense.. how about I ask a question for a change.. Sup with the retarded questions you keep on asking? Well.. whatever.. I was getting bored of that myself.. Either way.. After leaving the void and taking in the surroundings I could¡¯ve sworn that for a few seconds I saw a strange floating box that had floating text ¡°Fate used Destination Forest! ¡­. ¡­.. ¡­.. ¡­. It¡¯s super effective! Warning.. Due to excessive shock you have been mentally wounded for the rest of your life¡­ ¡­. ¡­ ¡­Notification.. You¡¯re already suffering from complete mental disorder.. ¡­ ¡­ Mental debuffs do not stack¡­ ¡­ ¡­ Mentally wounded is ineffective¡­ ¡­ ¡­ Fate runs away.¡± After which the box disappeared.. yet again.. whatever. Looks like I¡¯m in a forest again. *Sob* Oh well.. at least there¡¯s the tower.. What tower and why did I come here? Obviously to begin my conquest.. This pointlessly tall tower belongs to the current Governor of the Shadows.. Why ¡°current¡±? Because the original one had his mana choke on himself and could no longer fulfil his responsibility due to dying. Mana devouring their owner rings a bell? That¡¯s right those guys are the crazy fanatics that are obsessed with darkness.. Why is a sect included into 4 powers that govern the Demon Realm? Yet another pointless question.. I mean cmon.. Even if they were baby eating goat humping fanatics.. In the Demon Realm, power dictates common sense and this guys are pretty strong.. Even with strange tendencies for dark things they are still demons that have devoted thousands years on studying and developing their dark magic.. they¡¯d be the laughing stock of the Demon Realm if they wouldn¡¯t reach this high while wasting so much time on experiments.. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. So why am did I came to face such a powerful enemy alone and now am knocking on their front door? Obviously because unless my father secretly a devoted member of their sect and has lured me here as a sacrifice for their dark magic then I doubt that they would be able to cause any real damage to me¡­ Besides I have a plan.. What¡¯s with that laugh? Are you mocking me?! ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ .. *Sob* Damn the door is opening! ¡°Welcome stranger, what reason do you have for coming here and knocking on our temples door?¡± Whew.. Safe.. I think I might¡¯ve reached my father¡¯s speed, if only for a second, while trying to wipe my tears away. Either way this fella completely covered in his black robe is weird.. What do you mean I¡¯m not one to talk? *Inner sob*.. Anyway.. I should probably answer him with something already since it¡¯s already been more then half a minute since he inquired on the reason for my visit here¡­ Now it¡¯s getting awkward. Uhm.. ¡°Greetings.. I have come to take over as the one and only true Governor of the Shadows and guide the devoted followers of the true darkness to a path that¡¯ll help them to forever join it in it¡¯s solitude.¡± Obviously by that I mean that I plan to become my cannon fodder in the future and once they die I¡¯ll let them delve in the eternal darkness of my the pit called my toilet and have all the solitude and bonding with darkness that they would ever have dreamed of while cleaning my shit. Somehow I feel like I have a talent at leading people to war.. I mean look.. I can even make good use of the dead.