somewhere

Somewhere in the demon realm...

In the vast and shadowy expanse of a grand castle, an ominous throne stood as the centerpiece of a cavernous hall. The darkness enveloped the room so completely that the features of the entity seated upon the throne remained hidden, though the malevolent aura emanating from him was palpable, sending shivers down the spine of any who dared to approach.

Suddenly, a demon materialized in the hall, bowing deeply before the throne, his form trembling slightly with the effort to remain composed.

"My lord, I have returned from the human world," the demon announced, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and reverence.

"Hmm, good," the entity on the throne responded, his voice a low, menacing growl that echoed through the hall. "How was it? Are they worthy enough to compete with you?"

"No, my lord," the demon replied, his eyes fixed on the ground. "In the kingdom I was sent to, there was no one who could stand a chance against me. They were all weak."

A moment of silence followed, heavy with unspoken judgment. Then, the entity on the throne spoke again, his tone dripping with disdain. "That was because you were deployed to the weakest kingdom of them all. The strongest warrior of that kingdom was absent at the time, which is why you did not encounter him."

The demon on the floor swallowed hard, knowing the gravity of his next words. "So, you found no one noteworthy?" the entity asked, his voice colder than before.

"No, milord, but I did find a boy who has potential. He could become stronger in the future," the demon replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Ha! Even if he becomes stronger, he will be no match for us demons," the entity scoffed, his laughter sending a chill through the air.

"Yes, milord. These humans are weak compared to him," the demon agreed, though he could not shake the image of the formidable warrior who had once single-handedly stopped a demon invasion.

"That's why I am sending demons to check if there is anyone with similar power to that man," the entity declared, his voice now filled with a deadly seriousness. "I want him dead before he becomes a threat to our plans."

"Yes, milord, but there is no sign of that power so far. I don't think anyone will be able to match that man's power. He was different," the demon confessed, his voice trembling slightly at the memory of the warrior's strength.

"Hmm, I too think so," the entity mused, his tone contemplative. "Then send another one to a different kingdom and report if there is any potential threat."

"Yes, milord. I will. Also, the preparations are going well. In just a few years, we will be able to conquer the human realm. Kekeke," the demon said, a hint of excitement creeping into his voice.

"Ha, good," the entity on the throne replied, a mischievous grin spreading across his unseen face. "Now you can go."

"Yes, milord," the demon said, bowing once more before vanishing into the shadows, leaving the throne room as dark and foreboding as before.

After the demon vanished, the entity on the throne began to laugh maniacally, his laughter echoing through the cavernous hall like the sound of a thousand tortured souls.

"Hahaha! In just a few years, the human realm will be ours, and we will be the rulers of this whole world! Hahaha!"

The laughter gradually faded, leaving a chilling silence in its wake. The entity's thoughts turned inward, his malevolent mind fixating on a particular memory that still burned with intensity.

"But even if I conquer this world," he muttered, his voice dripping with venomous intent, "I wouldn't be satisfied. I want to crush him beneath me just once."

His eyes, hidden in the darkness, seemed to burn with a fierce, unholy light as he continued, his tone growing more intense. "If I get the chance to meet that power again... I know he will be back,as he said back then"

He clenched his fists, feeling the surge of dark power that now coursed through him. "I couldn't do it back then because of my weakness, but now I am ready for you, just be ready for me with your power," he growled, the determination in his voice unmistakable.

The entity's voice dropped to a sinister whisper, filled with cold, unwavering resolve. "Hehe... hahaha!"

His laughter resumed, more sinister and unhinged than before, filling the hall with a sense of impending doom. The twisted grin on his face was a dark promise of the chaos and destruction that he eagerly anticipated, a testament to the depths of his hatred and the lengths he would go to achieve his revenge.