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Тhe return of the Demon Lord 10, Part 198

The demon lord's voice dropped to a haunting whisper, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity as he fixed his gaze upon the trembling witches. "The truth," he murmured, "is that I am not merely a fallen celestial, cast out from the halls of the divine for my transgressions. No, my origins are far more ancient, far more primordial than even the gods themselves realize."

He began to pace once more, his hoofbeats echoing through the swamp like the tolling of some immense, infernal bell. As he spoke, the very air around him seemed to shimmer and ripple, as though struggling to contain the sheer enormity of his revelation.

"In that timeless realm beyond the veil of reality, I learned the true nature of my being. I am not a creation of the gods, but rather a shard of something far greater, far more fundamental to the fabric of existence itself. A fragment of the Cosmic Dreamer, the Progenitor of All That Is."

The witches gasped, their eyes widening with a mixture of awe and terror. The implications of the demon's words were staggering, upending everything they thought they knew about the nature of the multiverse and their place within it.

"Eons ago, in the primordial dawn of creation," the demon continued, his voice taking on a distant, almost reverent tone, "the Cosmic Dreamer wept. Its tears, born of the sheer overwhelming potential of its own infinite being, crystallized into the Seeds of Ether - shards of pure, unfiltered creative essence scattered across the myriad planes of the newborn multiverse."

The scene shifted, and the witches found themselves gazing upon a vista of breathtaking beauty and strangeness. A vast expanse of swirling, iridescent mists stretched out before them, shot through with veins of shimmering, prismatic light. Within those shimmering folds, the witches could glimpse fleeting visions of worlds and realms beyond imagining, each one a facet of the Dreamer's infinite potential.

"One of those Seeds found its way to the celestial realms, where it took root in the heart of a young, ambitious deity - Unicorn, the guardian of the Eternal Spring. But the seed's power was too great, too raw and unfiltered for even a celestial being to contain. It suffused Unicorn's essence, granting him knowledge and abilities far beyond his station, but also sowing the seeds of his downfall."

The demon's eyes took on a distant, haunted look as he delved deeper into the memories of his past. "The other gods grew jealous of Unicorn's power, fear of his potential to upset the delicate balance of the celestial hierarchy. They conspired against him, whispering poisonous lies and sowing seeds of doubt among the angelic hosts."

The demon lord's voice dropped to a chilling whisper as he fixed the witches with a piercing, otherworldly gaze. "But there is more to this tale, my loyal servants. A truth that I have kept hidden, even from myself, until this very moment."

He began to pace once more, his form seeming to expand and flicker with eldritch energies as he delved deeper into the labyrinthine recesses of his fractured psyche. The swamp itself appeared to recoil from his presence, the gnarled trees shuddering and the fetid pools bubbling with agitation.

"From the moment I first manifested in the mortal realm, trapped within the frail shell of the creature known as Mer-mer, I could feel the tug of destiny upon my immortal soul. A whisper in the aetheric winds, a sign that my fall from grace, my eons of wandering the infernal depths, had all been leading to this singular point in the tapestry of fate."

The demon's eyes blazed with a feverish intensity, twin orbs of molten amber that seemed to burn with the very fires of creation itself. "I may have been diminished, my cosmic essence shackled within a prison of mortal flesh, but even then, I could sense the strings of causality that bound the creatures of this realm together. The tangled skein of their lives, their loves, their losses, all converging in a grand, intricate dance that only one such as I could hope to perceive."

Gnash and Maleficent listened with rapt attention, scarcely daring to breathe lest they shatter the spell of the demon's words. They had thought themselves the masters of manipulation, the supreme architects of their own dark destinies, but now they began to glimpse the true scope of the Unicorn's machinations.

"Ragnar, Shadow-cat, Princess Aurelia, Spartacus, Vespera, Nyx,  even Solaris himself," the demon intoned, each name echoing through the swamp like a tolling bell. "All of them pawns on the great cosmic chessboard, their moves guided by the invisible hand of my will. Every trial they faced, every bond they forged or shattered, all of it serving my grand design, my inexorable march toward the ultimate unraveling of creation itself."

He paused, his gaze turning inward as though glimpsing the myriad threads of his own vast and terrible purpose. When he spoke again, his voice was distant, almost reverent in its awe. 

The demon lord fixed the witches with a piercing stare, his eyes smoldering with a mix of bitterness and dark triumph. "But even in my exile, cast out from the celestial realms and condemned to wander the twisted paths of the abyss, I never lost sight of my true purpose, my ultimate goal."

He spread his arms wide, his wings unfurling to their full, terrifying span. The swamp around them trembled and writhed, as though recoiling from the sheer force of his dark presence.

"Throughout the eons of my banishment, I have worked tirelessly, weaving my influence into the very fabric of the mortal realm. Like a puppeteer pulling on invisible strings, I have manipulated kings and peasants, heroes and villains, bending their fates to serve my own inscrutable ends."

Images flashed through the minds of the witches, vivid and disjointed. They saw armies clashing on blood-soaked battlefields, the soldiers nothing more than pawns in a game beyond their comprehension. They witnessed the rise and fall of empires, the machinations of shadowy cabals and secret societies, all guided by the unseen hand of the demon lord.

"Every conflict, every upheaval that has shaken the foundations of the mortal world, has been a part of my grand design. The Eternal War between the forces of light and darkness, the endless cycle of creation and destruction - all of it serving to fuel my ever-growing power, to bring me closer to my ultimate goal."...