Here lies King Adriano Keemster.
Warrior.
Lord.
Father.
Though his soul be at ease at Death,
May his spirit protect us furthermore.
For in us, he still thrives.
The engravings on the stone told of a King. A myth to be told in the generations to come. King Adriano Keemster. Protectors of demon kind. Defender against humanity. This rock alone would repel the merciless waves of time, for the man buried six feet underneath the granite was nothing short of a legend. He was the one who liberated the demons, enslaved and bound by humanity, and led them to the Hellands. His legacy would be etched into the history books forever.
The throng of demons, gathered in the royal gardens, wept at his grave. Today was his funeral, and the masses paid their respects. They watched as the soul of the man they once called king slowly, but surely, dissipated into a brilliant swirl of particles of pure light. It was beautiful. And in that moment, each of the crowd vowed to burn the king into their minds.
He would forever be remembered.
He would forever be remembered.
However, this story is not one of King Adriano Keemster, but of the heir to his hellish throne. King Rei Keemster, the most pathetic to rule them all.
Quoth he: "Bad things are gonna happen, and it'll probably be my fault."