UnderHell

Chapter 9: The D3mon King is here, and they are ready to K*ll.

Sans could tell they were angry.

They were beyond angry actually.

They were p**sed, the effects of DETERMINATION didn't bother The King.

Until now that is.

Black substance trailed from their eyes and mouth, a devious grin stretched across the wicked face. If Sans wasn't on their side he'd be begging for mercy. He feels like he probably should. Fear rippled through his bones as The KING walked up to the Human.

Without a word or anything d3monic shadows form around the area turn into sharp blades. They started going for Frisk, they block a few but not all of them, one or four st*b them in the arms or legs.

The posts that were st*bbed make their veins and limbs turn into a faded shadow of black and gray. No hesitation, Frisk was thrown by the D3mon King with their D*monic tail at one of the pillars.

Bl**d splatters onto the pillar and down as Frisk falls to the floor, static was blocking their hearing so they weren't able to see what The D3mon King was going to attack with.

They were lifted up by their hair, making them drop the blade as red eyes glow around The D3mon King's head and muzzle before it falls off.

As soon as Frisk tried to kick the face of The D3mon King, they were slammed onto the ground by their claw-like hand. Coughing out bl**d which got onto their claws, Sans stared at the kid then up at Ali who was looking like they were just about to eat the kids head off.

Sliva and black substance drips down from their mouth and sharp, jagged teeth. It was slightly on Frisk's face, small d3monic sounds coming from The D3mon King's throat.

A bang of the hall's doors was heard, it bounced across the walls.

"Wynne!" The person screamed as they charged in. Sans' eyes went black as he knew who it was.

"Athan." Sans began as The D3mon King threw their scythe at them as a warning. It nearly missed their face as it scarred their face, bl**d dripped down onto their face.

"Wynne." Athan began as they stared at the human.
"What happened to you? Honestly I don't want to know. Your majesty, I don't care, you can k*ll them. That is no longer my sibling." They forced out the RESET button and crushed it.

"No more RESETS, no more second chances. You brought this on yourself Wynne." Frisk stared at them, wondering how their older sibling knew.

"If you're wondering, Chara told me everything." The small D3mon creeped out from behind them, tears drying on their face.

"Goodbye Frisk. You D3vil child." Athan turned and walked out the hall's doors, closing as The D3mon King @t3 Frisk.