1 Prologue

"He'll be a wonderful destroyer," the loud masculine voice said.

Large room, voice echoing far- 

Rather dark. 

"Isn't he the scariest?" 

Those were the first words Gerar heard when he came into this world. This world of great tragedy and death. 

  He was born as a demon and not just any demon, but a chosen one. He was a prodigy in demon arts. Magic, strength, skills, all belonged to him. Nobody was as unparalleled as him. At a young age, he mastered even the most secret of arts. He was even gifted with healing and regenerative magic, extremely rare in demons; truly a prodigy. But of course… there was more. And that was the thirst for excellence, the thirst for power and the thirst for thrill. 

After a century of war, it was finally Gerar's turn to siege the throne. If it weren't for the war, he wouldn't have such an early opportunity. But it wasn't just this war. It was both his great talents and his close aide's unparalleled tactical measures that earned him the rightful throne-

But things rarely go as planned, and the same was true for Gerar. Although being the emperor was fun and exhilarating at first, he soon realized he was not only the strongest demon in history but the strongest being all together and even the gods themselves feared him.

He killed more gods than the number of scratches put on him by the gods. But the question was, was that really fun?

The war didn't end and after four more centuries, he got bored. It was time to move on, yet the battle crazed demons didn't yield and nor did the humans who fought for pride and prejudice and something fancy called justice. 

The demons had half of the world; half of Entora. The rest were divided among the allied races of Entora united by humans. 

And as it went on and on-

Gerar got- more and more bored…