The Human Race | Darkiplier X Reader

| FIFTY |

Sorry that this chapter is late.
Ive been so busy with studying for exams coming up that I almost forgot.
I hope you enjoy this one!

~Galaxy

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Dark's POV

I watch as all the guards line up outside the castle.
Lucy and I stand before them all.
Both of us are standing tall and confident.
On the inside I'm worried.
One part of me wants to go and murder every single one of those rebel Demons and Humans, but the other part of me is saying that this is wrong.
So many guards stand ready.
Some have out wepons made from their magic while others hold special wepons that will keep Demons from healing at their usual fast rate.
The sight is shocking.
Through the crowd I dont spot my father.
I'm glad he wont be here to take pleasure in such a vial act.
"My loyal Royal Guards!" I look out at the crowd as he shouts. "Today we start a revolution! One where we show everyone that we will not stand for a rebellion! One where we will punish everyone who dares go against me!" He yells.
Everyone cheers back.
"Encourage them Dark." He whispers to me.
I simply nod.
Hiding all my nervousness, I speak out to all of the expecting Demons.
"Today will go down in history as how loyal we are to our King!" I shout.
The all cheer.
"We will not let filthy Humans brainwash our fellow Demons with their emotions and pity!"
Another cheer.
"Now let's go and show everyone that we will not stand for rebellion and that anyone who thinks otherwise will be executed!"
Everyone shouts as Lucifer opens a purplish-blue portal.
They all then begin to sprint and fly through as they shout various things.
"Lets go!" Lucifer shouts to me.
The both of us then rush through.

On the other side I immediately watch in horror as Humans ans rebel Demons run around to try and avoid all the guards.
A ball of fire shoots past my head and hits a Human on the opposite end of the cave.
They scream out in pain as the fire not only burns them, but fuses with their body to slowly kill them.
"Come on Dark!" Lucy shout.
I look over just in time to see him effortless stab a rebel Demon through the chest. "We need your master magic!"
I look down at my hands.

If I don't do this then I may die.
Hell, Anti or even Y/n could be murdered.

I close my eyes conjour up all the anger I feel. Slowly I begin to feel my body lift off of the ground.
I open them, feeling their shift in color. The red in them feels like fire.
I use my dark magic to make a large sword.
Next I use set it on fire.
My vision turns a mixture of blue and red as my shadows split into those two different colors.
Various parts of the ground around me break apart and float up in the air. Everyone who sees screams in terror.
Vines shoot out from the walls and the around nearby Humans.
The floating pieces of ground fly into rebel Demons with the flick of my wrist.
Raising my left hand up I watch as a wave of water forms at the far end of the cave.
I put my right hand down and watch as all the Humans that are trapped in vines are presses firmly against the hard concrete floor.
They all cry and beg me to stop.
Not even paying any mind to their cries; I let my left hand drop to my side.
The wave falls and I float there watching as they all scream under the water and drown.
As all the water disappears, I retract my vines.
"Good work Dark." Lucifer tells me.
I nod and go into the middle of the large room.
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