Zelgorian Tales

Chapter 1: The Demon Lord Rises

(Warning: rated M for Mature. If you are under the legal age or do not like graphic descriptions of violence or sexuality, be it death, gore, sexual decriptions/actions or sexual content, also known as lemons, please leave. This does not mean I will necessarily do those things, this is a just-in-case. If you are of age and do not mind or do like descriptive violence and/or sexual themes, continue. You have been warned.)

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He knew not how long he had been sealed for, only that it had been too long. How many decades had passed? Maybe even centuries? Not even one as powerful as he could tell. That was when he noticed something off. There was a small piece of light breaking through the inky darkness. And so, for the first time in his long life, the Demon Lord desperately clawed at the hole. As far as he could tell, it didn't even scratch the stone that surrounded him. In an instant, the next thing he could hear was as loud as a crumbling avalanche and his head felt like it would split apart at any second. The old Sine sat up-wait, sat up? He opened his eyes and sure enough, he was in a time-worn stone walled room. Behind him, he could still hear remnants of his old prison crumbling to pieces. Ah. He could now see a rock, larger than what his stone prison could produce, on the ground nearby. So, a rock falling on his head freed him. 'Not the most unusual thing I have ever witnessed, I suppose...' He kept his thoughts inside his head instead of speaking aloud, refusing to admit that he was slightly afraid of how he would sound after who knows how long of being trapped. He quickly left that line of thought, the memories being too fresh to bear for him. He stood up. Was it him or was the world taller than he was used to? Nevermind. He slowly wobbled to the door, unused to his new height, and pushed against it. The door creaked and collapsed. The Demon Lord went down with it. As he stood, he swore he could have heard a young, possibly thirteen or fourteen, female yelp for a second, but shook it out of his head. He had work to do. First order of business: escape. Second: summon his old friend. Third: find out what the hell was going on nowadays. Fourth: regain his power, as he felt his sealed Syn Container. Syn Containers are internal containers that hold and store the Syn Particles, small invisible particles that float naturally in the air, needed to cast spells. Fifth: destroy the brat that dared to fight him and almost win. But first, escape. He stumbled through corridors, into and out of rooms and nearly fell over countless stones. If it were not for the fact that he was freezing cold and the stones dug into his bare heels as he tried to walk, it would not be as bad. But alas, he was cold and he was barefoot. He mused on how things could have changed. Would technology be advanced more without Sines? Would everyone be happy and safe? And how would he even get his powers back, let alone grow strong enough to beat that young foolish brat? Questions he wasn't even sure he wanted answering, yet he knew what he had to do. And, for the first time in a thousand years, the Demon Lord of Death, King of the Myukuuns, one of the oldest Sines to exist, stepped out into the blinding light....

Only to immediately regret it as his eyes started burning from the intense glare. With a hiss, he covered his eyes with his left hand and tried to look around, taking in the fresh air through his nose and tasting the cool breeze, not that it tasted of anything. It was a sight to behold once he got used to the sun, which took a few hours. The sky was bluer than ever, no clouds in sight, the sun shine brightly as Antelon Sparrows, larger than Earth sparrows and very peaceful creatures, chirped their morning greeting. The grass, seen for miles around, gentle rustled in the calm and gentle breeze. Slax, horse-like creatures, could be seen grazing for every now and then. The Demon Lord stepped away from the ruined and abandoned temple and made his way through the plains in a random direction. He inwardly cringed at the feeling of the dirt under his toes and the grass tickling his feet. It took a few tiring hours of walking but finally, he came across a small stream of clear water. He collapsed on the riverbed, resting his sore feet as he crawled to the water. Cupping his hands under the crystal blue water, he splashed his face to clear any lingering fatigue, then cupped his hands again and slowly sipped on the water as it drained from his cupped hands. He hadn't realised how thirsty he was. Nor how hungry he was, if his grumbling stomach was any indication. Well, this was going to be a problem. He had no money, no weapons, no Syn, he was basically a homeless beggar. For one such as the Demon Lord, that would not do! It was time to claim Zelgore back, in the name of himself and his old, deceased friend! He contemplated how as he stared into the water blankly. And then, he yelped. How long had that woman been underwater and staring at him for!? He leaned over the edge and gazed again at the water. A black haired female teen stared back with crimson eyes, a similar colour and shade to his own crimson eyes. Almost the exact same. He leaned closer to the water, holding in his shock as the woman leaned closer, too. Then a fish swam through the woman and the water distorted, making her disappear. That is when the Demon Lord felt like laughing and crying simultaneously. There was no woman in the water, it was a reflection! How silly of him! 'Wait..... If it's a reflection...... And I'm the only Sine around..... No........ Please, no......'