Demon Days (Male Reader)

Issue #3

Fisk recalled the first day he met the Demon King. He counted it as the first time he was ever scared. The first time he truly felt fear. He had narrowly escaped death once. How could he do it again?

But that was ages ago. Long after the wars that made him who he was now. A man who had everything he wanted. Everything he needed.

Money.

Power.

Land.

Armies.

Honor.

And so, he ordered his men to raise the tax on rice due to the shortage. Of course the money would go to him, but they were scared of him. They feared him. They all feared him.

Some may even envy him.

If only they knew that he envied them.

That the only things that brought him happiness is what her felt as he rode his horse with his men. While he was on the hunt.

The cries. The danger. The thrill of the hunt. Reminding him of simpler times.

Before he had land to maintain. Armies to control. Concubines to satisfy.

Before lords and peasants alike had to bow before him.

He recalled being the son to a farmer and his wife. He always feared his father. Feared of what he might become.

But it was his own fear that drove him to become the man that he is today.

Frontier:
DEMON DAYS

Act 1:
Fisk

You sat under a tree with your blade in your lap. You carefully cleaned it while Wade leaned against a tree. He kept his eyes on the village that was just beyond the horizon. Your destination.

Wade: Today is the day. Are you ready?

You said nothing. You never spoke. Just nods, head shakes, and glares. Wade had wondered why this was the case, but you never gave so much as a hint as to why.

Wade: I've seen you fight before. You're a mean bastard. I hope you can keep that energy going.

Wade grabbed his sword and pulled his hat down to cover his face further.

You had only seen it once, but it was now forever burnt inside your mind. The scars, the burns, all of it.

Wade began to walk down the hill to fulfill his part of the mission. You will join him later. For now, you would wait under the tree.
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Fisk rode his horse through the village that he had called home. His men rode behind him, carrying the fresh meat from their latest prey.

His mind wasn't on that, though. Nor was it on the peasants that bowed when he drew near. It was on his life before the Demon King. His wife who had long since passed. On his child that died before he could experience the world.

As he rode, one of his men spotted someone standing among the bowing villagers.

Soldier: You! Peasant! You must humble yourself before the Daimyo!

General: Ill-mannered lout!

They drew their weapons, but the man did not budge. Fisk noticed the commotion and stopped his horse.

Fisk: What's going on here?

General: This germ did not bow, great lord. It's the sign of the times. We're getting more and more of his kind.