A thousand year reign.
For one thousand years, a monstrous monarch ruled the entire northern hemisphere of the world. Once a fearsome warlord, He turned his eyes to the ultimate magic item "Devil's Heart", consuming it to gain vast strength. The moment it transformed Him, His kingdom became black as night. His soldiers tripled in strength, as well as tripled their horns and fangs. His iron fist became molten with hellfire and overflowing power, quickly driving--or worse, cremating-- all who opposed Him out.
All except for one.
The Hero, with his Angelic Armor battered and his Holy Sword ravaged, was the lone force to stay within the Demon Lord's reach, slowly but surely withering away His Dark Kingdom.
During His entire reign, His entire thousand year stay, so did the battle with the Hero last. With no one to bear witness, the final battle--and who won--remains a mystery, as on the Thousandth year both vanished from the planet.
For years the North remained a forbidden zone. Not from laws, but from the pure terror His legacy left in the minds of the people. And yet, one brave child from the poorest town of the Azure Kingdom decided to uncover the mystery himself.
For twenty days and twenty nights, Kim wandered the barren wastelands of His kingdom, the entire trip on foot. with no other noticeable landmark in sight, finding the castle was easy.
A towering monument, still holding up despite years of negligence and weathering. Even though not a single soul occupied the land, he felt His overwhelming mark on this castle.
The entrance gates opened almost too easily. The floors were almost too welcoming, and the path to His throne room was almost too visible. With each step, the boy shuddered and darted his eyes, as if one more step would trigger a fatal trap. Kim never once felt that the castle might fall apart with him in it, but instead felt as if the castle was still alive to this day. As if His army was waiting outside. As if His pets could catch the boy's scent at any second.
As if He was still here. Waiting. Calling.
Kim finally mustered the strength to open the throne room doors. They creaked with a monstrous tone, dust scattering and light finally entering. His room was a simple one, the only inhabitants being a large table, and the throne itself.
These two items confused Kim. What he saw was not a throne fit for a king, but a meager and rather strange chair. As he approached it, Kim notice the table was also far too simple, Upon close inspection, both looked to be made of a simple wood, with neither showing a hint of aging. Touching their surfaces revealed that the wood was purely the design, meaning the material had to be something else. The chair seemed to have a cushion built within the seat, and a strange wheeled contraption instead of chair legs underneath.
Kim, no longer feeling any sort of fear after seeing this pathetic excuse for a throne room, plopped into His chair. Instantly, he began to slide across the room, and was baffled that the Dark Lord Himself would ever use a chair as unstable as this. He got used to it's bizarre feel, and wheeled himself over to the desk. Now at an angle lower that what he was standing at earlier, he noticed the table had a drawer underneath.
Every fiber of his being told him to stay away, yet every cell within his brain told him to open it. The two opposing forces within clashed it out, fighting for control of Kim's next action. But during their power-struggle...
Kim opened it anyway.
Now setting aside their differences, the three formed back into one, and peered inside.
A book.
A...book? What sort of demonic scripture lay within? What sort of all-powerful incantations are recorded here? What sort of magic or power or... or... WHAT, fills the pages of His book?
Kim quells his beating heart, and calms his shaking hands. Making himself comfortable and wheeling the chair closer to the desk, the boy opens the pages, leans back,
And silently reads.