It's dark.
Feels like I'm sinking.
Huh.
It's not a bad feeling. Not at all.
Slightly cold, but not too cold.
I can't breathe. Oh, wait.
I don't need to breathe.
This is nice.
Feels like... I don't need anything.
I don't need anything at all.
Is this what is like to be dead?
Dead?
I'm dead, huh?
Not a bad feeling.
Wait. I died?
I died?
So... I was killed?
When? How? What killed-
Was it them?
It WAS them.
Those fuckers... They did it?
It's starting to come back to me.
They killed me.
Those weaklings swarmed my castle and...
The Saints? They were weaklings.
Four of them couldn't do a thing against me.
But then... The Hero.
The goddamn Hero.
Of course, she had to fucking show up.
...
Fuck.
FUCK!
I can't believe this!!
THE HERO FUCKING KILLED ME? ME?? AFTER ALL THIS TIME, I STILL DIED WITHOUT...
Without...
Without destroying the world?
I had the power to do so.
I had the power.
Why didn't I destroy it?
Rising from the slums...
From a weakling... To the goddamn Demon King.
Why didn't I destroy the world?
Why didn't I destroy everything??
It's what I wanted!!
So why didn't I??
I got complacent.
I grew used to my power and strength.
I could've destroyed more.
I could've... I could've... FUCK!
I bet they're laughing now.
I bet they're all praying and thanking the Saints and the fucking Hero.
I should've killed them all.
I should've destroyed them all.
All of them.
Everything!
I took too long.
Complacent... Complacent... FUCK!
...
Oh, but the look on their faces.
When the Saints and Hero rushed to find me.
The greatest threat to the world.
The one that rules over all Monsters.
When they realized it. Ah!
The one ruling over all Monsters wasn't a Monster.
The one ruling over the Demon Lords wasn't born a Demon.
When they realized that the feared and terrifying being known as Demon King was, once, born a Human.
Ah! Their faces...
But I still should have...
I still wanted to...
There was still so much to destroy.
So much to break.
Ah... I remember the Saints and the Hero.
How nice it would have been to break them.
How nice it would have been to Corrupt their minds.
How nice it would have been TO PLAY WITH THEM LIKE THE WEAK TOYS THEY ARE!
...
Humans, Monsters, Demons, Saints, Heroes... They're all the same.
Break them.
Destroy them.
Corrupt them.
That Hero, more than all the others.
Her self-righteousness made me gag from the first time I laid my eyes on her.
The first encounter was enough for me to crave breaking her and her twisted mind.
I should've...
It's too late.
I should've...
But it's too late.
I should've turned all of them into slaves.
Aaaall of them are the same.
Weak puny little Humans.
Their heart breaks with a whisper from a voice.
Their mind succumbs to the slightest temptation.
I've seen it so many times. I've used my voice to break them again and again.
That's why I know that it's true.
All Humans are weak.
The little voice inside their head. That little voice they try to choke and stifle.
The part they try to hide.
Oh... What a pleasure it is to bring that part out of hiding. Out of the darkness. Bringing to the light. There's nothing quite like that.
The Goddess... His Holiness...
Hypocrites, the lot of them. They pray and pray to keep that voice away. But with one word, one touch, one embrace, they forget all of that.
Puny little Humans.
Dirty.
Disgusting.
All of them.
Still, I wish...
I wish I had more time.
More time to show them who they are.
More time to make them understand WHAT IT MEANS TO BE HUMAN!
But it's over now.
It's over now.
I never got to break the Hero.
To show her what kind of twisted and repressed Monster was living inside of her.
What a shame.
What a shame...
And now I'm here. Surrounded by nothing but darkness.
It's not bad.
I'm fine with the darkness.
Though it is a shame. I enjoy living in it.
I prefer spreading it.
It's nice, being in darkness.
No prying eyes. Free to do what you want. To be who you are.
Who are you, Hero?
When surrounded by darkness? When it's night and you're alone, who are you?
I know who you are.
But I bet you don't.
You run away from who you are.
And now I'm dead.
The only one that could've shown you the darkness within you.
And now I'm dead.
A shame... For the both of us.
Aghh.
Breaking you would have been sooo nice.
Slowly bringing down your barriers.
Slowly breaking down the fortress known as the "Hero".
Ahhh the hypocrisy.
So many Knights, Nuns, Bishops, and Priests turned out to be no more than drunks, sluts, and corrupt scum.
But they're lucky ones.
They got to know, to get in touch with their true selves.
You didn't, Hero.
You didn't...
But you're still just like them.
I wonder if you know that?
Deep down, you must know it, right?
Aghhh but what if you don't know that?
So many didn't after all.
I had to show it to them.
I had to get them acquainted with that side.
Had to get them accustomed to it.
And many couldn't accept that side.
Many broke or ended their lives.
Would you turn out like them?
Or would you accept it?
I want to know...
I want to know!
Which one is it?
WHICH ONE IS IT?
But it's too late now.
Still, I wonder...
Wait.
Far in the distance.
What...?
Wait is that... Light?
Ugh, just when I was getting accustomed to-
It's growing.
Or is it getting closer?
It's...
It's...?
You have to be kidding me.
You have got to be FUCKING KIDDING ME!
"A healthy boy!" A middle-aged woman shouted cheerfully as she lifted the baby, covered by blood and other fluids.
The middle-aged woman stared with a smile.
And the baby stared back with a blank expression.
'You have got to be kidding... What the hell... What the fuck is this?'
The middle-aged woman took a couple of steps before laying the baby down on a table covered by cloth.
'Seriously? SERIOUSLY?'
The baby was forced to stare at the ceiling.
Its body refused to move.
Its mouth opened, but no coherent words were uttered despite the intent behind it.
'Is there Magic capable of doing something like this? Was I sealed and not killed? Or is this... Is this some kind of prank played by fate?'
The painful screams of a woman filled the room, but the baby didn't seem to register them.
'Let's think logically here. My encounter with the Hero and Saints... How did it end? The collision. I used all of the Mana I had left to shoot out as much Dark Magic as I could. While the Hero used Holy Magic? No. Light Magic. Ah! Yeah. That's how I died. Bet the whole place disappeared. The Saints with it. The Hero might have survived. Then... If the Hero survived then...'
Muffled chuckling escaped the baby's mouth.
'I'm back...' The baby stared at the ceiling intently as it tried moving its tiny fingers and toes. 'I'm fucking back. Alive once more. Ah! Thought you could get rid of the Demon King that easily? Guess the Gods... Or should I say, your Goddess, has other plans.'
The baby's thoughts raced and raced as time passed.
Eventually, the middle-aged woman entered his field of vision again.
'You... GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME! UGH! DON'T PICK ME UP! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!'
"C'mon now, stop your tantrum." The middle-aged woman then proceeded to gently but firmly slap the baby's behind.
It tried.
It really did.
With all it had, it tried.
But it couldn't fight it off.
The baby cried.
'Fucking humiliating. I won't forget you, old hag.' You're going down. The moment I can move freely, you're going down.'
The middle-aged woman walked, ignoring the baby's death stares.
A mirror passed by the baby's field of vision which allowed it to get a look.
'Reborn in another's body? Perverse. I like it.'
The baby looked around as much as its frail neck would allow.
'Judging from the room this is...Rich commoner? Or bottom nobility. I can work with that.'
He tried to fight it off, but excitement was surging.
'The Demon King is back. And this time, I'll make sure... Make sure to take everything.'
"Give him. Give him to me"
From the moment he lay eyes on her, it had been decided.
'The first conquest of the Reborn Demon King will be...'
The woman, whose chest lay bare, was reaching forward as far as she could, almost desperately.
Despite the pain, despite the sweat that covered her body, she was the most beautiful.
'This body's mother...' The baby thought as it was passed to the woman. 'She'll be the first I will break in this life. My first conquest on my way...'
The baby smiled, and so did its mother.
'To make everything mine.'