The Fallen Fantasy: The First Arc

Chapter 48: Memories Once Lost, Now Found.

In he rocky lands of the shattered world, Shatterforge. It's sunrise, and in a cliff, still lie, Jaes Lucifer, still unconscious and unresponsive. But he still dreams, dreaming about the life he almost had as a demon, and the son of Pride himself, Lucifer.

*The dream*

12 years ago in the demon lord. The demons are in the ball room awaiting for the announcement from Lucifer. The other demon lords sitting on their thrones facing the demons as they all are on their knees for them, Asmodeus of Lust, Mammon of Greed, Beelzebub of Gluttony, Belphegor of Sloth, Leviathan of Envy, and Satan of Wrath. Hael, a now known God-Eyed Demon stand by the balcony, with two more demons, Satan's son, Thaer, the God-Eyed Demon 2 in his purple martial arts outfit, his red long hair tied up in a ponytail as he looks down with a serious expression. Next, one of the last 10 Special-Eyed Demons, Khaea Leviathan, she is in her black t-shirt that is stretched on her left arm with crimson red pants, her long red hair compliments her burning red eyes.

A crimson magic circle flared to life on the ballroom floor, casting an ominous glow as it materialized beneath the demon lords. From its center, Lucifer emerged, holding a tiny infant wrapped in a black cloth. The child's hair was already a striking crimson red, and he slept peacefully in Lucifer's arms, unaware of the significance of this moment.

Lucifer raised the infant high, his gaze fierce and triumphant. "My demons," he proclaimed, his voice resonant and powerful, "for years, we have waged wars, yet victory has eluded us. But from this day forward, a new god arises—a Demon Overlord is born! My son... Jaes!" A chorus of cheers erupted among the gathered demons, who straightened from their kneeling positions to celebrate the announcement. Yet, on the balcony above, Hael, Thaer, and Khaea remained impassive, observing the scene in silence.

"Our demon overlord, huh?" Khaea muttered with a scoff. "And here I thought no one else could claim that title... except for her." Her gaze shifted to the far end of the balcony, where another figure stood apart from the rest, her presence unmistakably unique.

Unlike any Black-Eyed, Special-Eyed, or even God-Eyed demon, she was something else entirely, she was a horned demon, though her horn isn't visible. Her face was obscured, but her long, black hair cascaded down her back, with striking red strands framing the edges. She wore a tight purple top that accentuated her figure and a matching skirt that revealed her toned thighs, adorned with a crimson-red dragon tattoo. Black boots covered her feet, and a gleaming sword hung from her belt—a mark of her prowess as a swordswoman.

The dream shifted to six years later. The mysterious demon Khaea claimed she was destined to be the demon overlord, now walked alongside a six-year-old Jaes through the castle's vast training facility. Her voice was calm but unwavering, as if she were delivering a lesson long prepared.

"You see, Jaes, the role you play is a crucial one," she explained. "Out of all seven demon lords, only you possess the true potential to lead us to victory. You're not just our hope; you're our savior. While some may call you an evil monster, to us, you're a hero. With your strength, our path to a new future is assured."

Jaes looked up at her, his eyes wide with curiosity. "What about the others?" he asked in his small voice. "Why weren't they chosen? Hael and Thaer are already the strongest. So why me?"

She glanced down at him, a knowing smile on her face. "It's simple, Jaes. While Hael and Thaer are indeed powerful in their own right, your mind and abilities embody the essence of Pride's true bloodline."

"Pride... as in Father?" Jaes asked, his voice tinged with wonder.

"That's right." She nodded. "Jaes, each of us is born with a purpose, a role that must be fulfilled. Yours, Hael's, Thaer's... all have already been set."