1 The Demon King is a Dead Man

"I'm dead! I'm so dead!" Cried the Demon King as he cowered in his bedsheets. It was midnight, yet outside shone with a golden light. As if the sun had risen six hours early, the outside world was completely lit up with a brilliant golden light. The hero has been born. As quickly as it came, it faded back to the eerily black night. Stars disappeared, as if all of them were outshone by the brilliant existence of the hero. Only the moon remained, symbolizing the clash between the two powerful beings. But we all know how this ends. Like every other Demon King before him, he's going to be killed by the ever-so-kind hero. However, this one isn't going to let that happen. "Summon the Four Heavenly Kings! Summon my war councilor, summon all my generals!" The demon king was desperate.

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"We are here, my lord." Before a massive table decorated with black dragon scales and demon heads, the meeting had begun. With the demon king at the helm, it seemed like a truly impenetrable group. "The hero has been born, and all of you can see. What is our plan to nip this bud before he becomes troublesome?" The Demon King sent forth this prompt to his council. Hard in thought, the room fell silent. "Aha! I have a great idea!" The war councilor yelled. He was a handsome man with long white hair. Blood red eyes complemented by glasses, and long ears proving his elf genetics. The sword wielded by him, "Gladius Regius", could only be used by elf royalty. A one of a kind royal elf vampire. He single-handedly waged our forces onto the collective human, elf, and beast-men army, and won at that. A genius, through and through.

They all held their breath as he spoke his plan. "Alright, we use the spare troop we have that's nearby his village, and we have them kill all the villagers and burn the place to the ground!"

Simple, and effective.

A hand of opposition rose, and his elf vampire glared at the owner of that hand. The First Heavenly King, the strongest one man army. He stood at a hulking eight feet tall height, with purplish skin and horns to make any demon jealous. Packing with muscles and carrying a battle axe on his back, he looks like a brute. However, dangerously smart and clever green eyes poked out of his facade. A demonic ogre. Far more civilized than the rest of his species, the tusks that usually poke out through their mouths were shaved off. Now, he just looks like a giant purple man. "Speak, Exercitus" the Demon King demanded.

"What if the hero escapes? A spare troop wouldn't do much good, considering the rest of the world saw that light and is likely heading towards the hero to protect him."

"The troops are right next to the village, they'll reach it far faster than any kingdom troops, and would be finished before they even arrive." The elf countered.

"Genua, the kid is a Hero. The villagers would run and protect the Hero with their lives. If they escape, the Hero wouldn't be found before he matures and gains enough power to kill us." Exercitus retorted.

"Then what's your plan? I want to hear it." Genua groaned in exasperation.

At the same time, they both said "I'll go and kill the Hero myself!"

"I knew it, you stupid battle junkie!" Genua laughed, while Exercitus turned red with embarrassment.

"It's the best plan of action!"

"Yeah right, you just want to fight the Hero!"

"The Hero's a child! Why would I gain any pleasure from killing him?!"

The argument ensued until the Demon King cut them off.

"Enough!" The room shook with black lightning and power. Everyone shuddered in fear. They have angered the Demon King. With white hair, completely red eyes, horns like dragons, and a black robe fit for the king of the world. Everyone knew him to be a power hungry, evil and ruthless demon king. Only he knew he was a big softie that acts tough. He didn't even want to be the demon king, but he had no other choice. As the last of his bloodline, the seat would be his, after his father died to the previous Hero. Most of the work has been done by the army he recruited, but the past is a story for another time.

Suddenly, an idea popped into the Demon King's head. "I shall go myself. I will infiltrate the village and kill the hero myself."

"My lord, I- '' Genua began, but the Demon King cut him off.

"SILENCE!" The Demon King's voice boomed.

Deathly silence rang across the room.

"While I am gone, Genua and Exercitus shall share the seat of 'Demon King'. Any objections?"

Silence.

"Good."

This was the perfect opportunity to escape from his life as a demon king.