Chronicles of the Star-King

Chapter 10: The Sleeping Ruler

Empty.

That was all I felt when I sensed Lord Veldanava's Death through our Soul Corridor. It was as if a piece of my soul had vanished into the unending darkness.

No Pride over my swordsmanship, no sadness over my lord's death, nothing... except utter rage, rage at the ones who had dared to sin, dared to hurt their own Creator.

In my pure unrestrained fury, I obliterated the country responsible. I hunted down every last one of those bastards down to their very corpses, removing them from existence, as I rescinded their very souls along with their bodies.

But then, it finally hit me ... I didn't know what to do anymore.

Should I destroy this world and that damned humanity? —I had thought, but stopped as I heard a wailing sound from afar. Looking towards it, I found a small child hugging a small dragon in its arms.

It didn't take me any effort to understand who it was; it was my lord's daughter.

I wanted to defend her, to protect her until my Lord and Master returned. However, I could not face her. Seeing her reminded me of my failure to protect Lord Veldanava, so I did that while in the shadows, watching over her from afar.

But I then once again failed, failed to protect the tiny creation of my master, Gaia, who my master had created to accompany his daughter.

However, in this event, I realized two things.

Milim had inherited some of my Lord's powers and a great degree of his Draconic might, including his ability to manipulate and generate Stardust itself, though to a far lesser extent.

She was also extremely intelligent despite her behavior and age, rivalling even that of Feldway's, the oldest of us and the only one who had been blessed by master with a body similar to his own.

However, there was another factor I also recognized. She, as close as she seemed to Lord Veldanava, was not him. Her aura was nowhere near the pure vibrant divine aura my master exuded, this one felt... contaminated. However, it was undeniable that she was the closest there was to being master's successor, something I did not want to reason, as I patiently waited for my lord's reincarnation.

But...it never came. Years had passed, even after the incident of Milim's rage, even after Velzard killed Veldora countless times, my lord did not return.

I wondered...Had Master grown disappointed in his creations and abandoned us? —I shuddered at the thought.

It could just not be true. I remembered his jovial expression as he watched over his creations' achievements, their growth and prosperity. I retained the memories of him being sorrowful as his creations began destroying themselves. There was no way he had abandoned us—that was what I should...no, what I wanted to believe.

So, as I waited for his return, only one reason seemed appropriate for his refusal to reincarnate.

He was watching over his creations from afar, and would return at the end of time, of end this cycle and create a new and better world in its place, and I...wished to help him with that, even if I had become an unholy fallen, unworthy of being by his side again.

I wanted to be selfish, I wanted to be by his side no matter what.

As time passed, my motivation to continue gradually waned, lacking motivation to such an extent that I received the title of 'Sleeping Ruler', besides 'True Demon Lord' and 'Watcher'.

Not finding myself worthy of living in the Star Palace any longer, I roamed the Central World, until Dagruel offered me to stay in his country, something I accepted since I did not have a place to stay.