Hero of the World

Chapter one - Prologue

In the past, there was once a great war between humans and demons. This war, the war that took hundreds of thousands of lives, was finally brought an end to by a group of heroes. Books tell that three heroes rose up against the demons leader, Black Death, in the hopes of saving the human race. The battle they fought was long and arduous, their magic power tested against that of Black Death and eventually, down to a sudden miracle, the heroes won. The hero of The Sword, The Shield and The cane, were defeated as well, sacrificing their lives to put an end to the demonic menace that threatened to destroy order as we knew it.

This is the official tale, however, the actual events of this war were not so set in stone. Black Death, the leader of the demons, was actually a human. He was once the fourth hero, The hero of the world. His allies, the King of the country and the priest of the church, were found to be causing the deaths of all of the peasants, spreading plagues throughout the land and blaming it on the once peaceful demons, sending their oblivious forces into subjugate an innocent race of sentient life. Black Death, unable to forgive the betrayal of his friends, joined with the demons in order to save them, to stop the unjust treatment of them. By doing this, he was outcast by the king and targeted as an evil demon sympathiser, completely erasing his presence from history books. He fought hard against her once companions, killing them all for the sake of freedom and equality, a true hero. Only dying once he completely uses up his mana supply in a last-ditch effort to end the war from the source, Casting a high-level spell to annihilate the capital city, having already been evacuated as the demon army approached it, killing the king, his advisors and the heroes protecting him. This event should be marked as a victory for the demons but they did not have the heart to fight on once their beloved leader perished, choosing to return to hiding underground and let the humans run the world how they see fit.

Black Death's soul now resides in the afterlife, drifting through high grade condensed aether, allowing him to keep control of his mind and senses, every year, decade and century recorded in his mind until one day, something different occurs.

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"Hurry, the ritual is almost complete, everyone, get into your places and be ready to greet our Lord" a frantic voice yells out to his companions standing around a dark black magic circle. People hurriedly move around the room, kneeling around the circle and lowering their robed heads, watching as the circle starts to rotate slowly until it starts flashing and spinning at a much swifter speed.

"Sir, are you sure this ritual will summon Black Death-sama" a younger voice yells out with fear, shaking and gazing around with fear, young face pale with fright, gripping onto his dagger with ferocity.

"Yes, this is definitely the summoning ritual and when we learned our lord's true name, we gained the ability to summon him from the afterlife. Now shut up and stop doubting me! Get into your place or all of our efforts will be for nothing, we must annihilate the human race!" the first voice screams out angrily, forcing the younger male to lower his head submissively and await the summoning to be complete.

The black circle suddenly turns into a bright blue colour and explodes with mana throughout the room, the rotating slowing to a halt as a young figure stands up in the centre, stumbling forward out of the circle and groaning in pain. The young figure, wearing a black trench coat with a few pockets on it, a pair of black denim skinny jeans, black combat boots and a pitch black sword by their side, hidden beneath a black cloak. Overall, equipment wise, they look like a necromancer usually does, granted they look like a more modern necromancer, but still.

Their body, however, is not what people expected. Their eyes are a bright blue colour and their hair is short in a girly way, covering their left eye, also bright blue in colour. Their face looks innocent as well, which surprised everyone around them. Stretching quietly, the figure gazes at everyone surrounding them, then down at their hands before tilting their head curiously.

"Where am I and who are you people, why are you kneeling and why have I been summoned here" they ask many questions at once, voice calm but still very feminine, causing all of the people gathered to assume that this is actually a girl.

"A....are you the one known as Black Death?" the first man to speak beforehand asks with a stutter in his words, clearly as confused as his disciples.

"Yes, I suppose people would know me by that name would they not? Now you answer my questions" Black death murmurs quietly, stretching their arms and yawning, putting a hand on their head to ease the numbing headache that is soon to come after being resurrected,

"Black Death-sama, I am your humble follower, Lord Begrath and these are my disciples, all members of our cult that worship you. We have summoned you here, to my mansion, in order to ask that you use your magicks to destroy the humans of this world and pave way for a new race, led by you and your loyal followers!" Lord Begrath laughs hysterically, like your typical evil villain. Black Death, tilts their head in his direction and draws their sword.

"What has humanity done this time?" Black Death answers in a solemn tone, looking down at the black blade in their grasp, making sure it is clean and well maintained.

"They are guilty of corrupting your world master!" Lord Begrath yells angrily, almost as if he is cursing all of humanity in that statement.

"Lord Begrath, this world does not belong to me. This world belongs to whomever is looking after it. I am not some evil godly being that believes they are the creator and owner of everything, I am simply me, somebody who hates people like you. Tell me Lord Begrath, who do you think I really am?" Black Death murmurs quietly, gazing straight into Lord Begraths eyes with an uncaring glance.

"W...why your are Black Death, the evil demons q...q...queen?" he says that last word cautiously, unable to tell Black Death's gender.

"No, I am not the evil demons queen, nor am I a queen at all. I am Shiro, The hero of the world, the fourth and only noble hero of that time. I protect the weak and defeat the evil of this world. You people do not understand the true events of the past and now you are asking the defender of the world, to practically destroy it. You are a fool Lord Begrath, a stupid stupid fool." Shiro, Black Death, smiles at him warmly, raising their hand slowly and aiming their index finger directly at him, firing a beam of light into his legs, completely disabling his movements.

"H....hero of the world? T....there is no such thing mentioned in the books" Lord Begrath mutters fearfully, trying to crawl away from the approaching enemy of his. The disciples frozen in place, unable to comprehend that their leader is being approached by the once thought to be godly being.

"That is because the other heroes were evil, they hid my existence because I was the one saving everyone from them" Shiro smiles wider at him, lowering the black blade to his throat, eyes narrowing.

"Usually, I would let the authorities handle the likes of you but in all honesty, I do not want anybody to know that I have been revived. People would try to hunt me and am curious how the world is these days" Shiro murmurs, stabbing the sword through Lord Begraths throat and ending him, turning to the disciples.

"I am going to erase all memory of this happening now, never summon anything ever again, do you understand" Shiro growls at them, raising the now bloody blade. They all nod quickly and close their eyes in fear.

"Good, by the way, I am a boy god damn it, calling me a queen" Shiro mumbles angrily and casts a sleep spell on them all before the memory loss spell, sending one of them to turn themselves in using persuasion magicks. Taking a witches hat and all the treasure from the storage room, Shiro deposits the treasures into his item box, which is a storage world the heroes were able to access.

"Now that that is over, let's go see how the world has changed. I wonder if any of my old demon friends are alive after those five hundred years of drifting through the afterlife" Shiro smiles warmly at the thought of meeting his old friends, most likely the ones from the demon race, they have prolonged life after all.

"This is going to be different at least, I am glad I am out of the afterlife, it was getting boring just floating around all the time" Shiro mutters and heads off in a random direction after leaving the cave the cultists were using as a base, entering a dense forest area.