Hey, y'all! This is just a little theory I had about who this so-called Demon King is. The name just sounds so familiar... so very familiar... almost as if that was the name of my favorite character in seasons two and three..... HMMMMMMM... Well, Enjoy it! (Ps. I am writing this A/N before I actually write the chapter, so I am warning that there will most likely be blood and swearing)
(HEY, FUTURE ME HERE, I STARTED THIS BEFORE THE GMG WAS UPLOADED, SO I KNOW SOME OF THIS INFORMATION, cough cough the main plot cough cough IS INACCURATE, BUT BEAR WITH ME)Pat quivered in fear as the thing stood before him. Piercing red eyes seemed to be all there was as he could feel cold panic gripping his spine with an endless hold. One dark shadowy horn erupted from its head, nearly lost in the jungle of wild black bangs. Tattoos littered its body, and scars of all sizes tore through some of the imagery along his arms and chest. The thing seemed to suffocate Pat with its presence alone as it floated above the ground, yet no signs of sky magic stirred the air. He looked around, for some form of escape, but his eyes only met the dead bodies of his friends that, like he was now, failed to escape this monster. It called itself the Demon King, yet Pat refused to call it... him, as no human could do this. Many demons of all sizes stood behind the Demon King, waiting, aching, to tear Pat, one of the last remaining survivors, to shreds. Bloodlust bright in their eyes, they trembled in anticipation for another kill. The leader raised its human-like hand, just about to release its pawns, when it stopped, sniffing at the air. Patrick O'Connor spun around, just in time to see a small figure attempting to push themself up. Ears protruded from their head as a tail and wings hung from their back. Lo pho. Glowing white veins littered his face and body, as the light seemed to be radiating off of them.
Lo Pho stood as the Demon King stared. "There's no way..." its low, raspy, and resonating voice choking the air of any silence. Pat felt this was his only chance to leave, so quickly he scrambled to the side of the now destroyed stadium, but turned back to watch the interaction of how the 'Fierce warrior of Los Gatos' would hold up to this fiend. He watched, unable to move as the Demon lowered itself to the ground, telling the others to back down. "Ankhseram...(It is spelled two different ways on the fan wiki ;-; I don't know which to use... help) is that really you old pal?"
The Cat stood tall, wings propped up proudly, ears perked, and tail relaxed. The light emitted from his body pulsed brighter and dimmer with every breath he took. As he opened his mouth to speak, the Demon King's face was graced in a small smirk. "Yes it is, Demon King.... Or should I call you Michael... I am on that level with you, right?"
"Of course, Ankhseram." A short pause. "Speaking of... what happened to Xylo?"
"Who?"
Patrick O'Connor watched as these two powerful beings spoke to each other as if old friends. There was clear tension in the air despite their calm demeanor.
"Xylo, the first person that... you shared a body with him. The dude that had a unicorn horn... Mother of dragons, conquer of the void, Xylo the undying... the stupid one... he's not that-"
Ankhseram cut him off. "Oh, that one. The one that was stupidly caught in his own trap by the evil wizards."
"Oh? Who finally got him? Was it Mev? Or maybe Orange?"
"It was the amateurs, along with Mev." The feline figure was seemingly relaxed, despite his eyes that flickering at any movement. "It was the same trap he got you in."
"He never got me in that light priso- yes he did! Dreyfus wa- He got you- I am you- You are me! Wait I'm not stupid like y- We're stupid! Wait no, I'm not stupid, you're stupid... RRRRR."
"Huh... seems like neither one of you has full control... Still. How long has it been?"
Pat was startled for a second. Were there two people inside the Demon King's mind? And... they... went by Michael? Very... Interesting. It must be a common name... as Micheal was also the name of his guild leader before everything was destroyed.
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FanfictionWhen I am bored, I seem to create some really.... Weird stories. Most of these will probably be from daydreams, but I still have fun writing them. Have a nice day!