The vibrant glow of holograms flickered to life across the demon domain, a celestial dance of luminescent hues. In the bustling streets of Violet Moon Imperial City and the farthest reaches of distant demon worlds, Thomas's campaign commercial unfolded, projected against the canvases of the night. The citizens, oblivious to the enigma that was Thomas, stared with a mix of curiosity and skepticism at the holographic display.
The commercial began with an ethereal melody, weaving through the air, capturing the attention of demons going about their daily lives. As the music crescendo, a holographic representation of Thomas emerged, an imposing figure clad in celestial armor.
"Demons of the Domain, I stand before you not just as an Emperor but as one of your own," echoed Thomas's resonant voice. The holographic Thomas gestured toward the diverse crowd assembled behind him, a coalition of demons from various clans, their faces reflecting unity and shared purpose.
The narration continued, outlining Thomas's vision for a demon domain that transcended the limitations of old rivalries. Scenes of him addressing different clans, demonstrating his mastery over the sin forces, and forging alliances with Demon Kings played out in the holographic display.
In the city squares, demons paused in their tracks, drawn to the mesmerizing projections. It was a spectacle, a phenomenon they hadn't witnessed before. The reactions were as diverse as the demons themselves. Some observed with guarded interest, while others exchanged whispers, speculating on the implications of a campaign so intricately woven.
A group of young demons, seated on a rooftop, shared glances. One demon nudged another, "Is he the one Kallana's backing?"
"Emperor Thomas, they say. The youngest ever, right?"
"Yeah, he's got power, but what's he gonna do for us?"
In the distant corners of the demon worlds, the response was akin to ripples in an ocean. Small communities gathered around the holograms, their eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and skepticism.
"He's a relative of the Violet Moon Empress, right? The founder of the Violet Moon Clan? What's he doing in politics?"
"Look at his age! Is he even old enough to understand our struggles?"
The holographic Thomas, however, spoke with unwavering conviction. "I am not just an Emperor by blood; I am a demon with a vision. A vision of a domain where every demon has a chance to rise, where alliances aren't forged in shadows but under the light of shared aspirations."
As the holograms reached their crescendo, Thomas's silhouette faded into the night, leaving the demons to digest the profound declaration. The holograms lingered in the air, shimmering against the tapestry of stars.
At a city in one of the core worlds at the center of the demon domain, back in the central square where the commercial began, a group of demons exchanged glances. A seasoned Demon elder remarked, "He's young, but there's something about him. Kallana wouldn't back him if there wasn't potential."
A young demon, more skeptical, scoffed, "Potential or not, we need actions, not speeches."
The holograms dissipated, leaving behind a lingering resonance. Thomas's campaign had woven its narrative into the fabric of demon consciousness, stirring thoughts, and kindling the flame of curiosity. The youngest Demon Emperor's bid for the sovereign's seat had begun, casting its tendrils across the demon domain, igniting conversations and sparking a sense of collective intrigue.
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For three months, Thomas immersed himself in experiencing the demon domain, traversing its diverse landscapes, engaging with its myriad cultures, and unveiling his vision for a new era. Kallana, standing firmly by his side, not only as an Empress but also as the silent force behind the campaign, generously funded the endeavor.
The most of the funding for this campaign came from Pantheon City, which'd grow very rich after it began sending messages to near worlds, becoming the epicenter of a multicultural society that wasn't interest in conquest but in cooperation.
The whispers of political aspirations echoed through the obsidian halls. Kallana, leveraging her influence and connections, orchestrated strategic marketing deals with demon clans near her territories. Banners bearing Thomas's image, alongside symbols of unity and progress, adorned the streets. Demon artisans crafted intricate sculptures depicting Thomas as a beacon of change, a deity in the making.
With advice from the incumbent Demon Sovereign, Thomas focused his efforts on the weakest demon clans in the northern regions, a move strategically calculated to garner support from those often overlooked. The territories where Demon Kings were the apex experts presented a fertile ground for his campaign's sapling roots to take hold.
Demon clans, previously marginalized, now found themselves elevated by the promise of change. Thomas, with charisma and unwavering determination, addressed gatherings in rustic courtyards, speaking of unity, growth, and a future where every demon, regardless of their current status, could aspire to greatness.
The campaign rallies became spectacles, showcasing not only Thomas's oratory prowess but also his command over the sin forces. Demonstrations of his mastery over Lust, Gluttony, Wrath, and other sins resonated with the crowds, leaving an indelible mark on their minds.
As they moved from one region to another, Thomas and Kallana received the hospitality of various clans. The banners of his campaign, once unfamiliar, now fluttered proudly alongside those of the clans, symbolizing a collective dream of a stronger, united demon domain.
The marketing deals bore fruit. Merchandise, from trinkets to robes bearing Thomas's emblem, flooded the markets. A vibrant energy enveloped the demon domain as the campaign's influence reached every corner. The weakest clans, previously overshadowed, found their voices amplified in the chorus of change.
Thomas's strategy unfolded with precision. His interactions with Demon Kings were not confrontations but negotiations, subtle alliances built on shared aspirations. The Demon Sovereign's advice proved invaluable, guiding Thomas through the delicate dance of demon politics.
News of Thomas's exploits reverberated through the demon domain like an approaching storm. The once overlooked territories now buzzed with anticipation. The narrative shifted from the expected power struggles to the promise of a sovereign who cared for the neglected.
The shuttle glided through the cosmic currents, smoothly transitioning between realms as they approached the Skyreach Sector. The vast expanse of space outside was a canvas of stars, flickering in distant constellations. Inside, the hum of the spacecraft's engines was the only audible companion to the occupants' thoughts.
Thomas, seated comfortably, tapped the holographic interface of his Machina. The display projected a three-dimensional representation of the demon domain, the sectors marked and named. As they neared the desolate northern regions, Kallana leaned over to glance at the holographic map.
"Skyreach Sector," Kallana mused, studying the projection. "It's been a while since I ventured this far. The clans here may not be the mightiest, but they possess a unique resilience. Surviving in these harsh conditions has forged a certain strength in them."
Ye Kan, ever vigilant, chimed in. "True, Empress. The challenges of this region cultivate a different kind of power, one born of necessity and endurance."
Lulu, the ship's navigator, maintained focus on her task, manipulating the cosmic currents with practiced ease. As they descended into the Skyreach Sector, the exterior view shifted from the vastness of space to the celestial bodies that populated this corner of the demon domain.
The first celestial body that came into view was Gruu, the welcoming planet of Demon King Aatlan. Its surface, visible through the shuttle's viewports, displayed a stark and rugged landscape. Rocky formations rose like jagged spires, and the atmosphere shimmered with an ethereal glow.
Thomas observed the terrain with interest. "A harsh beauty, indeed. These landscapes might lack the opulence of Pantheon City, but they hold a raw allure."
Kallana nodded, her eyes tracing the topography below. "The demons here are tied to their land. Every challenge, every gust of wind, shapes them. It's a testament to their resilience."
The shuttle continued its descent through Gruu's rugged terrain, guided by Demon King Aatlan. The natural formations, sculpted by harsh winds and relentless forces, seemed to echo the resilience of the demons who called this harsh landscape home.
Exiting the shuttle, Thomas, Kallana, Lulu, and Ye Kan were greeted by a delegation led by Aatlan. The Demon King, a formidable figure with obsidian-hued skin and windswept horns, approached with a respectful bow.
"Welcome, Emperor Thomas, and esteemed Empress Kallana," Aatlan greeted. "Gruu is honored to host you. Please, follow me to our gathering hall where we can discuss matters in comfort."
Thomas returned the gesture, appreciating the sincerity in Aatlan's welcome. "Thank you, Demon King Aatlan. We're eager to learn more about the challenges and aspirations of your clans."
Aatlan led the group to the Gathering Hall, a cavernous structure blending seamlessly with the rocky surroundings.
As they entered, the hall unfolded before them, a testament to both the architectural prowess and the cultural richness of Gruu.
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of smoky incense, and the dimly lit hall was adorned with carvings depicting Gruu's history and the struggles of its demons. A large table, carved from the native obsidian, dominated the space, and upon it were symbols representing each of the ten demon lords.
Demon lords, their features as diverse as the terrains of Gruu, were seated with an air of regality. As Aatlan introduced Thomas and Kallana, the atmosphere shifted. Some demon lords nodded in acknowledgment, while others regarded the newcomers with a subtle curiosity.
The banquet began, a feast of Gruu's culinary offerings spread across the obsidian table. Exotic dishes, infused with the essence of the land, offered a sensory journey into the heart of Gruu's culture.
During the feast, Thomas, seated next to Kallana, chatted with the demon lords. Each had a unique story, a tale of survival and triumph against harsh elements. Thomas listened with genuine interest, recognizing that Gruu's strength lay not just in its rough landscape but in the unbeatable spirit of its demons.
As the feast continued, two demon lords across the table discussed a recent encounter. They talked about a young demon who had shown audacity and strength by refusing the entourage of one of the demon lords. The young demon had gone so far as to defend himself against the demon lord's subordinates.
Thomas overheard bits of their conversation as he reached for a glass of the dark, rich Gruu wine. "This young one refused my men, killed them on the spot," one demon lord chuckled. "But there's more to him than defiance. He carries the aura of...."
The moment the name 'Alexander' was mentioned, a wave of unseen force swept through Thomas. His grip on the glass tightened, and the fragile crystal shattered, the sound echoing through the hall. Kallana and Lulu shot him wide-eyed glances, sensing the sudden shift in his demeanor.
'Alexander' wasn't a common name in the demon domain, and the coincidence struck a chord within Thomas. His mind flashed to long-buried memories, to a brother named Alexander who had shared his nomadic journey until paths diverged.
Ignoring the stares, Thomas rose from his seat. The pressure around him seemed to fluctuate with his emotions. He strode purposefully toward the two demon lords, his presence looming over them.
"You mentioned Alexander," Thomas spoke, his tone steady but laced with an undercurrent of intensity. "Tell me more about this young demon."
The demon lords, momentarily caught off guard by Thomas's reaction, exchanged uneasy glances. One of them, hesitant but compelled by the force of Thomas's inquiry, began to share the tale of the defiant young demon.
"He bears no allegiance to any clan. A lone warrior with extraordinary abilities. Defying our ways, yet displaying a strength that demands attention," the demon lord explained.
Thomas thanked them for the information and, without another word, turned to exit the hall. His thoughts were a tumultuous storm as he navigated the winding corridors of the Gruu castle.
At the exit, he paused, turning back to face Demon King Aatlan. "Thank you for your hospitality, Demon King Aatlan. I have urgent matters to attend to. I trust we will meet again."
With that, Thomas took flight, disappearing among the clouds. His mind raced with thoughts of the young demon named Alexander and the implications of such a name echoing in the halls of Gruu.
The whole time a single thought remained in his mind, "Can't it be him, my brother?"