A young man found himself surrounded by nothing, nothing but darkness stood before a large distorted space that twisted and turned as his eyes struggled to keep themselves open.
His right hand firmly grasped his left, ready to defend himself from any incoming strike.
The space surrounding the young man began to ripple more violently, startling him as he started to charge a shot in his left hand. However, no matter how much he wanted to use his power, nothing seemed to manifest—no light, no sound, nothing.
A deafening voice echoed around the empty space, targeting the young man, knowing he was alone and defeated. "Are you ready to accept it?" it spoke to him.
"Who’s there?" the young man responded, his voice cracking in fear.
As he finished the sentence, the space contorted and shifted in three areas. Soon after three slits went across the space, revealing two sets of glowing yellow eyes peering at him in intrigue.
The eyes glowed violently, forcing the young man to move backward, almost falling over. But he managed to stop himself, pulling his body back up to a terrifying grin.
"What… What are you? No, who are you?" the young man pleaded, begging the terrifying monster to reveal itself.
The monster stopped its devious ways and sympathized with the young man's fear and began to pry open the dimension that separated them. Out of the giant ripple, a colossal object forced its way out, tearing the fabric of space, while another identical object did the same on the other side.
Alerted by the sudden appearance, the young man jumped back, gathering the enormity of the monster in front of him.
The objects continued to erupt into space, bringing forth the rest of the monster, then there stood a figure of unparalleled darkness and dominance, a being forged from the very essence of chaos and destruction. Towering over the battlefield, his form exudes an aura of malevolence that chills the hearts of even the bravest warriors. Clad in armor blacker than the void itself, adorned with jagged spikes and sinister glyphs, he cuts a menacing figure against the backdrop of the apocalyptic landscape. Twin horns rise from his helm like twisted obsidian towers, framing a face twisted into a wicked grin that speaks of untold power and insatiable hunger. His eyes, burning with an otherworldly flame, bore into the souls of those who dare to oppose him, stripping away their courage and resolve with a single glance. With each step, the ground trembles beneath his feet, echoing the cataclysmic force that he commands. In his hands, he wields a weapon of pure darkness, a blade that hungers for the destruction of all creation. As the Supreme King of chaos, the being stands as a harbinger of doom, his presence heralding the end of all things.
The young man stood in awe, recognizing the skin of the monster to be scaly like that of a dragon, but tougher.
“It looks exactly like that of the great dragon of dreams, but I don't think even he could stand up to this,” the young man thought.
[Scene change - Dimensional gap]
In an unknown area, a large being floated in an empty void, minding his business. The being stood at an unimaginable height, a colossal western red dragon with large horns protruding from his head.
As he flew from side to side, he tilted his head back until he sneezed, blowing himself back a few hundred feet.
The dragon stopped and realized what just happened he chuckled to himself.
“Ha! It seems I am the talk of the town to someone. Well no matter, I have those young ones to thank for making this interesting in the world.”
‘Speaking of which, the white Dragon is soundly asleep dreaming of… oh no you don’t, not even in your dreams shall you beat me. Now what about you….’
Then it happened, the realization which brought more questions than answers “Red Dragon i see you resting free from the shackles that once bound you to a host… Host? where have you gone off to, where has your host gone to?”
[Scene change - With the young man] e3fmcjw3x1dvsla.
Back with the young man, he chuckled as he thought about the dragon's reaction. The being, intrigued, turned its head to the side, mimicking the young man's gesture.
After a few minutes of copying, the dragon relaxed and began conversing.
“Do not be afraid, young one," it said. "I am here only to help you, like you have helped others. I have watched you from the day you were born and see you have achieved much."
The young man smiled, reminiscing about his achievements and the trials he had faced. He thought about the times when he and his friends laughed and cheered, but also felt the emptiness—the void he yearned to fill.
“I see it, the desire," the being continued. "The desire to entertain and always stand on top. But there's something you don’t see in those young ones—their hunger for more."
The young man listened as the being spoke of his battles and the crowd's adoration. He remembered the times when the young man was holding back in fights against future members of devil clans, whilst testing his opponent's limits while entertaining the crowd.
The realization washed over the young man, as he saw himself as a spectator to his own battles, witnessing his desire for entertainment and victory.
The being then spoke again, this time sounding authoritative and sincere. They proposed a new journey for the young man, asking, "Are you ready to accept it, Issei Hyoudou?" whilst he held a large purple orb in its enormous hands.
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SUPREME KINGS RAGE
FanfictionThe fans adore him they cry for him they sing his song but what happens when the hero they once loved goes to the extreme to continue to entertain them, Betrayal or acknowledgement who knows. Join our hero as he ventures from the path that others ch...
