As days and nights pass each vital resource was either burned or destroyed. The villagers began to suspect each other so much that they began to fight and argue. The king sat on his throne, watching through his mask. "Who did this? You shall find out sooner than you think." He chuckled. Nightfall began to arise and villagers were asleep, the king torched three houses before heading to the temple to begin a forbidden ritual. One that will make him become the demon Lord of fear itself. As he completed the ritual, a villager with a sword and leather armor shouts "Samael! Stop this madness!! Samael stood up and turned around, (Samael is no more! I am now the great demon Lord!) His body began to fall apart, he picked up the mask and put it on before growling at the brave villager. The warrior began to fight him, he got thrown at the walls and pillars but got back up every time. (This is boring, I'm pretty much playing table tennis with you as the ball) he yawned. So the demon Lord used a magic spell, one that is only used when he gets bored. He and the warrior were now combined and the warrior managed to send a sample of their blood to the mid future and said "inject this into my descendant." He and the demon Lord were now sealed into the wall as a legend the will always be remembered.
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the beast the mayans feared
Historical FictionA beast? you mean a monster? (yes but it has no physical form, it lives in a single emotion)