The End Of Destiny

The four pillars of the demon king

     
     (2 weeks after the training started)

As the morning sun cast its golden light over the kingdom, Princess Nyx ventured out into the bustling streets, accompanied by her mentors, Aric and Magnus. The townsfolk greeted her with smiles and nods of respect as she passed by, their admiration evident in their eyes.

Nyx walked with a regal grace, her head held high despite the weight of her responsibilities. Aric and Magnus flanked her, their presence a comforting reminder of the strength that stood by her side.

Throughout the day, Nyx listened to the concerns of her people, offering words of encouragement and reassurance wherever she could. The townsfolk praised her bravery and determination, grateful for her unwavering commitment to their well-being.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Nyx and her companions made their way back to the castle, the cheers of the crowd still echoing in their ears.

The castle halls echoed with the distant hum of life, the soft whispers of servants, and the rhythmic clank of armor as the Royal Knights patrolled. Nyx felt the weight of her sword at her side, a reminder of her ongoing training under the watchful eyes of Aric and Magnus. Her father had left at dawn for a hunt, trusting the castle’s defenses and the presence of her mentors to keep his family safe.

The tranquility shattered with the sudden crash of a door being kicked open, followed by a cacophony of screams. Nyx's heart lurched as she rushed toward the sound, her pulse quickening with each step. She skidded to a halt at the entrance to the great hall, her breath catching in her throat.

The scene before her was a nightmare come to life. Her mother, the sylph, fought valiantly, her ethereal wings shimmering as she danced through the air, but the attackers were relentless. Amara, her elder brother, wielded his spear with precision, but even he was struggling against the onslaught.

Nyx saw them—dark figures cloaked in shadow, their eyes gleaming with malice. They moved with unnatural speed and strength, overwhelming the defenders. Aric stood at the forefront, his blade flashing as he cut through the attackers, his face a mask of grim determination. Beside him, Magnus chanted incantations, hurling bolts of fire and lightning that briefly illuminated the dark hall.

Despite their combined prowess, the attackers were too many. Nyx watched in horror as a blade slipped past her mother's defenses, slashing across her delicate wings. The sylph cried out, a sound that pierced Nyx's heart, and fell to the ground, her wings torn and bleeding.

"No!" Nyx screamed, drawing her sword and charging forward.

Amara roared, his spear thrusting towards an assailant, but he was quickly surrounded. One of the shadowy figures lunged at him, driving a dagger into his side. Amara staggered, his eyes wide with pain and fury, before another blade found his throat. He collapsed, blood spilling across the marble floor.

Nyx reached her mother just as another attacker brought a sword down upon the sylph's fragile form. The world seemed to slow as she saw her mother's lifeless eyes staring up at her, the light within them extinguished. Rage and despair surged through her, fueling her strikes as she fought to reach her fallen family.

"Protect the princess!" Aric shouted, his voice strained with effort. He and Magnus fought fiercely, their skills unmatched, but even they were beginning to falter against the relentless tide.

From the shadows emerged four towering figures, their presence exuding an aura of malevolence that sent chills down Nyx's spine. These were the four pillars of the Demon King, their power palpable. One by one, they engaged Aric and Magnus, their attacks precise and devastating.