St Chaos Healer

Prologue - Imminent Death

I opened my eyes,
"Gloxinia!" I screamed on top of my lungs.

I quickly looked around but I could see nothing. It was as if I was shrouded in the black thick mist, wherever I could see. I couldn't even feel my limbs. It was as if I drifting in a dark empty void.

Is this what it means to die?
Is this the place where every living being goes after their death?

The last thing I could remember was being pinned to the ground by the 12 holy weapons that pierced my back. The holy weapons burned my flesh and melted my organs as my blood gushed out like a faucet. The pain was nerve-wracking that any ordinary demon would have died with just one mere strike of the holy weapon.

Even the strongest demon General has a hard time after taking a wound from a holy weapon, let alone to be pierced by 12 holy weapons at the same time.

But my strength and resistance were not like any demon.

I am... I mean, I was the sovereign ruler of the demonic realm. The only Demon lord that had successfully united the demonic realm on all fronts. Such a feat hadn't been accomplished by any demon lords in the last 8000 years. Hence I was entitled to the title of Supreme Overlord of the demonic realm, even the heavens shook in fear when they heard my name. Anyone that dared to oppose me was turned to mere dust.

Calling myself the supreme being in the entirety of the three realms wouldn't be an understatement.

But in the end, I was still slain nevertheless.
In the end, there was no such thing called as invincible.

It's not like I was afraid of losing my life, it's not like I wanna be some immortal god that lived to eternity.
But still, I never thought I would meet such a miserable ending.

Meeting my end in the hands of the 12 holy weapons wasn't the most painful thing.

Nor by the fact, that I was slain by the hands of that same 7 demon generals who had sworn a solemn oath. Yes, I was devasted to know that the very same generals that I fought beside with all these years to unite the demonic realm had plotted my assassination. I was shocked and heartbroken when I came to know I was betrayed. Still, they might have their reasons to do so, but I could bear it to a certain extent, even going as far as forgive them. I had united the demonic realm and that was my lifelong wish, which now had come true. I was angry at that moment, but I can still forgive them.

But the most painful thing was seeing my beloved wife getting killed right in front of my eyes. Skewered right in front of me, while I could do nothing.

She solemnly begged General Darian to spare my life. But that heartless bastard replied with a spear down her heart. In her last moment, her eyes met mine. She had a tearful eye as she looked at me. Before her last breath, she whispered something while still holding on to her belly tightly.

Despite being skewered right through her heart. Instead of stopping her bleeding, she instead protected her belly... She tried to protect our unborn child.

I had held this feast in celebration of this auspicious eve with our comrade generals who I thought were like my brothers and sisters. But I never dreamed those same very generals would go behind my back and kill me. I knew the demon generals were quite tempered and hard to control, but they never once disobeyed me. Hence I never saw such a thing would happen.

Maybe it was my own fault. I thought maybe uniting the domain under one country might resolve the issues of war and pointless death. I thought this was the only way to achieve long-lasting peace. Maybe I was blind, it was never in our demon bloodline to seek peace. I was pretty stupid to even think such a thing.