Orin stood in front of the ancient map, studying it carefully. The map, given to him by his mentor Zarek, marked the location of the mystical artefacts needed to defeat the demon lord and his army.
Orin traced his finger along the lines, taking note of the various locations he would need to visit.
"Aoran," Orin called out, turning to face his trusted servant.
"I will be going on a journey and will be gone for a long time. Please take care of Master Zarek while I am away."
The Aoran the butler nodded, a worried look on his face.
"Of course, sir. But are you sure you should be going alone? The demon lord and his army are not to be taken lightly."
Orin smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"I can handle it, Aoran. But thank you for your concern."
With that, Orin turned and made his way to the secret magical room. Only his magic could unlock the door, and as it opened, the butler could hear the sound of something crying and roaring.
"This is the Staff of Death," Orin explained, as he approached the centre of the room.
"It is a powerful magical staff that can suck the life force from anyone who touches it. But do not worry, Aoran. I am not like anyone else."
The butler watched as Orin released the seal on the staff, and as he picked it up, the crying and roaring stopped. He could see the fear in the butler's eyes, but Orin reassured him.
"You see, Aoran, I am cursed. A crazy witch cursed me when I was a child, and it has already claimed the lives of my family.
But the curse also makes it so that the Staff of Death cannot kill me. In fact, it will only make me stronger."
The butler shook his head in disbelief, but Orin could see the determination in his eyes.
"Master Zarek was the one who found me, and he took me in as his apprentice. He taught me how to control my curse and harness its power.
And now, I will use that power to defeat the demon lord and his army."
With that, Orin slung the Staff of Death over his shoulder and made his way out of the room.
Medanna sat on her throne, deep in thought. She was the fourth commander of the demon lord's army, and she was known for her cunning and intelligence.
Suddenly, a smile spread across her face, and she stood up from her throne.
"What is it, Medanna?" asked the first commander, a fierce demon named Zoltar.
"I have sensed something, Zoltar. Something that brings me great joy," Medanna replied.
Zoltar raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Medanna's smile grew even wider.
"The staff of death," she said.
"I have been trying to summon it for some time now, but it has not responded to me. It is as if it has been sealed or has disappeared from the world."
Zoltar's eyes widened in understanding.
"The staff of death? That is a powerful weapon, indeed. But why does its presence bring you joy?"
Medanna's expression grew darker.
"The staff of death was made with my blood, among other cruel and creepy things," she said.
"I created it as a weapon to be used against our enemies, but it was taken from me before I could use it. I want it back, and whoever possesses it must be killed."
Zoltar nodded. "I understand. I will send out my man to search for it."
Medanna shook her head.
"No, Zoltar. I want you to send out Gundama, the werewolf king. He is the strongest and most loyal of our army, and I trust him to bring me the staff of death."
Zoltar nodded and turned to face Gundama, who was standing at the back of the room.
"Gundama, you heard Medanna. Go out and search for the staff of death. Whoever possesses it must be killed. I trust you to bring it back to us."
Gundama bowed silently, and then turned to leave the room. He knew that this mission was important, and he would not fail Medanna.
He would find the staff of death, and bring it back to her, no matter what it takes.
Medanna watched as Gundama left the room, a sense of satisfaction spreading through her. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and she would finally have her weapon back.
The staff of death was a powerful weapon, and it would give her an advantage in the war against their enemies. She could already imagine the destruction and death it would bring.
As Medanna sat back down on her throne, a feeling of excitement and anticipation filled her. The staff of death was coming back to her, and she would finally have the power she needed to defeat their enemies.
She would make sure that whoever possesses it would be killed, and she would be the one who holds the staff of death once again.
And with this, she will be able to make the demon lord happy.