A Thousand Years | 𝐆𝐮𝐆𝐮

Chapter 1|ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

Genesis

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Words couldn't describe how delighted Emperor Scorpion is at the realization and absolute revelation. She have arrived. He have waited decades just for this moment; since consciousness and thoughts drifted his whole being.

Emperor Scorpion is hunch on his back, booming maniacal laughter echoing in the empty hall of the devil's humongous castle. The dim torches with never-ending flames lined on the wall, reflecting his icy azure eyes that are covered in intense bloodlust. The black knights surrounding him can literally taste the evil aura radiating of his wretched soul at the tip of their tongues, goosebumps also erupting to their skins.

Emperor covered his face with his gloved hands and stared at the ceiling as excitement crept to his veins. He's getting high and intoxicated from it.

"Praise thee father! The day has come! Genesis! Rejoice for the new era!" Emperor laughs in mock as he uttered those.

The black knights surrounding him bowed and clenches the spear they're holding tightly then declared with stiffness befitting of their position, "Praise thee father! The tyrant, Lord of Darkness! The underworld is yours and this world shall be your next domain!"

"Praise him! Rejoice for the time has come!"

Emperor Scorpion picked up his short swords and spun them nimbly to his fingers expertly. He breathes in the rotten air of the underworld and marched to the altar again with clear intention. This time for sure, the permission is all his to claim.

The knights remained bowed as he slammed the door behind him with force, rattling the walls. Emperor is faced to faced with the statue again and he can feel it laughing on the inside. Mirth is also in his father's system. Delight reflecting his.

He got his father's permission and was already deemed enough to hunt the lady down. Without a second thought, Emperor ran outside embracing the cold air of the underworld. When they say that the underworld is a pit of fire, they're absolutely in to a great surprise.

The underworld is composed of vast lifeless land that stretched for thousand of miles. Emperor looks around his 'home' as his subjects in the Dead Realm known as the underworld gazes at him from their position, their neck strained from looking at his altitude. The capital of the Aberleen Castle of the Underworld is known as Cassiodo, the town of the dead. It is where the Devil Clan resides and worship him and his father.

Emperor grins at them making his subjects kneel. There's just something satisfying watching lowly creatures beneath his feet. He dismissed them as once in a while, he can feel different set of eyes observing his every move. A door with skulls encircling it's hinges glowed into bright red. It's the portal to the Dawn Realm, the lone continent in the world.

He entered and felt his blood and bones cracking from the pressure of power from the portal yet Emperor doesn't fret for a lone portal couldn't take his life. That would be the greatest embarrassment in the history of the devils if he'd lose to a stupid door.