A Demon's Heart.

Chapter forty-three: I told you it was gonna be easy.

                   An elf, of a known but unknown race of Mugh came out of the gates. Ashen gray hair, icy horns coming out of his skull, blood-red eyes, pierced ears, eyebrows, and mouth and even what appeared to be stitched scars on his mouth were some of the few things that weren't so noticeable as his dark-gray skin and the largest tear-like scars he had from his eyes down to his jawlines. Although he always covered his right eye, due to the glow that both emitted, it was barely seen.... Then, his torso was visible, and a rhomboid shaped hole on his chest too....

                      This, is the King of Hell, Heindall, Son of Esdor, Father of Sin and all Demon Lords, and Emissary of Empty Destructions. The hole in his chest also had fissured-like scars from it—It was made by the Spear of his Father, Esdor, after a fierce battle to stop him.... Even if Heindall glowed pink and red, he was covered in ice, he had 4 wings, made of ice, even his hands and feet were covered on it, giving the impression that he had armor, and his clothes had the same ''misfortune'' as the Demon King's white clothing that included a trench coat with blue trousers were also something he liked, and haven't actually changed for over the Eras, all of this added to his innocent yet macabre appearance. One that could destroy you first from your insides, then to the outside.... His first words upon reappearing unto this World, for the second time were....

-"Hell is a cold place, isn't it?" The scarred smile marked by his dementia was bright, and he still breathed coldness out of his nose and mouth, it was a long time since he had a nicer warmer weather covering him.... The demons before him bowed upon him.... And he only smiled upon them as well.

-"Your Majesty, our True one...." Wellerea said as he greeted and saw—for the first time in a long time, his King....

-"Mugh is still the shithole I was going to destroy.... Same old, same old." Heindall said, as he watched his surroundings. "No wonder why Father wanted to keep it, it mirrors his personality.... Although I managed to kill almost all life last time, even if He says otherwise.... Heh, too bad this joke of a planet survived, but also good.... It is the closest door to Hell. Charming place."

-"But now you're free to do so sir." Said Angarthia.

-"Oh a Key, the weakest one... The Sinner, I must thank you, Keys to me...." He scanned both, but didn't notice that the third wasn't there....

-"Where is the Killer, or Papa?" He then saw the orange and now blue and white pillar. Two pillars of power that pierced the skies, visible from afar.... "What the Prison is going on?" He said. The other two demons looked at what he said and looked back.... I, was there.

-"Son, you managed to escape the Prison, very nice.... I didn't see the day, even if I put everything on its place to see it.... Unexpected, yet interesting—Oh! Wellerea, you filthy fuck." I said, as I began to draw my Spear... "Remember this weapon son? I guess you have a good memento of it...." The Spear glew, and Heindall touched his chest. He felt cold for a moment, and tried to catch his breath. "Exactly." I said once more. Then the orange pillar broke itself and broken stones and debris started flying everywhere, and before anyone could know.... A deep but whispery voice was heard. "Sleep again, Sinner." And Angarthia fell to the floor, lifeless.... Beheaded.  Asleroth was now visible. They achieved being able to feel again, for a short time, for some.... That was the crazed reason of opening Hell to the Keys....

-"You dare betray your King, killer?" Heindall said, laughing as he covered his face.

-"There's only one King for me, and you call Him, 'Father'.... And as the Killer, I can be a witness of what you said its true, the Sinner, was weak." Asleroth backed off and Heindall looked pale. Armen charged unto him, and Wellerea just watched, smiling....

               Asleroth then quickly destroyed the bindings and ropes of Aliana but was stopped by Armen before Aliana could say another word. Armen grabbed his opponent once more by his neck and threw him on the air, and knocked Aliana unconscious with a single blow. He truly is the strongest Key...

              Rapidly, I duplicated myself and easily subjugated Wellerea, who easily becomes a pool of tears of pardons, laughter, and cowardice.... Another form took Armen and drained the glow from himself, and before he could be finished off, a strong sword of ice stabbed my form, freezing it to death. Heindall then charged unto Me and started making the same old tricks he once try to do Eras back. Predictable much? Maybe.... Totally getting grounded and back to Prison for a few more thousand years? Totally.

              Asleroth regained strength and before touching the floor, charged unto Armen to kill... He took Armen by his neck as well and threw him against one of the stone pillars, breaking it in half, then as Armen couldn't move, he decided to make that worse by breaking both of his legs with his hands and dislocate his arms single-handedly, then as Armen fell to the floor, broken, Asleroth grabbed his head by his hair, and then he saw his eyes.... Pain was covering them, in form of pearlescent tears.... Armen was no longer being controlled, being berserk.

-"Please, not..... A hundred years..... more...." Armen said almost whispery, Asleroth couldn't finish him off, he was broken, and so he did the correct thing... He took him by his neck, almost cracking it open and punched his face, knocking him unconscious, he then transported to his shrine with the body, left it there and came back. When he came back he saw two Heindalls fighting, or one.... One in the stone table, and the other fighting Esdor; Me. He then saw Aliana being taken by the King of Demons, and he started sucking her blood from her chest.... Her blood was delicious, so in pleasure he clawed his icy fingers into Aliana's skin.... She couldn't scream, or even breathe anymore.... She fell to the floor almost without blood, energy.... Life. Asleroth chopped the head of the damned being with his bare hand in a second. And as Heindall was laughing of what he did, I managed to pierce My Spear in his hollow chest once more, trapping Heindall with the Spear again, then I grabbed him by his neck, and hit him with My head. It hurts.... It was cold.... His skin, his eyes, he was sleeping now, he reminded Me of what he used to be, or look like.... A sweet little child, full of love, curiosity, life.... Now.... An empty shell of darknes....

Why....?