"Charge!" Allen, the hero of the Aether kingdom, exclaimed as he rushed into the Demon King's castle, raising his sword as his fiery yet flowing red hair swished in the wind.

He was followed by the kingdom's knights brandishing steel blades, priests and priestesses praying to whatever god they worshipped, elves carrying bows, dwarves with oversized weapons, various species of the beast folk, and spirits of all the base elements of nature levitating.

It was a picturesque scene of solidarity, of people setting aside their differences to battle a common enemy, the terrible Demon King Ceasar. He had been terrorizing the world for decades with his invasion of the five continents with his army, pillaging and enslaving along the way. He was an enemy of the world.

After many years of trepidation, the world finally pushed Ceaser back and cornered him to his castle. Most of Ceasar's army had been annihilated, including half his generals and children. All that was left was to attack the castle.

Allen led the charge vigorously, desperately wanting to end the bloody conflict that had killed his family and many others. 

As Allen pulled out his sword from an orc's face, a hooded figure slowly approached him. "I killed the vampire duke, Aster," the figure said in a creepy, low voice, taking off his hood and bowing, exhibiting a skull for a head. He looked up with his vacant eyes, staring into Allen's blue ones. 

"My allies eliminated many of Ceasar's remaining soldiers as well. You should thank me," He said, walking away and waving his ivory, bony hand goodbye. 

Allen incredulously watched the Lich slowly move away from the castle. "Tch, I hate demons, but traitors are worse." A sky-blue-haired elf said, shaking her head.

"I wish we could kill him," she muttered. Liches looked remarkably similar to normal skeletons but could use mana. Another intriguing aspect is their inability to die, which made this particular one's betrayal of Ceasar confusing to many.

Many asked why go so far as turning against the Demon King after many years of loyalty for nothing in return instead of simply disappearing one day. However, despite personally reaching out to the hero's party, his motive was a mystery similar to his name or lack of disclosure of one. He was just known as the nameless general. 

Allen ignored the elf's comment and continued the charge into the castle as many of his followers dispersed, looking for other entrances, rooms, and demons. 

He entered a long, stone room with various taxidermied creatures scattered around. At the end sat Ceasar on an onyx throne adorned with gold, silver, and jewels. 

He had long black hair extending to his hips, long, sharp white horns curved outward from his head, and a white, spiky tail swaying side to side. He was currently shirtless, portraying his lean musculature and heavily scarred chest. His ruby eyes stared into Allen's, and a smirk etched upward on his tan face.

"Well, we meet again... within my crumbling home," Ceasar spoke with a pleasant, deep voice that danced around in one's head.

"I suppose that oracle had some merit after all, but I wonder if she was right about you defeating me?" he contemplated. 

Allen grimaced, "Surrender and your death won't be painless!"

Ceasar chuckled, "Please... your pathetic king just wants a public execution. You should know by now that I don't intend to give up."

He hopped off his throne, his landing causing the floor to crack. A purple swirl appeared next to him, dropping a Black chain into his hands before disappearing.

A red aura emitted from Ceasar's body, screaming bloodlust as he glared at Allen. He started spinning the chain before yelling, "Let me see your blood once again!" He leaped at Allen and tried to wrap the chain around his neck, but Allen quickly jumped back, imbuing his body with blue mana.

As Ceasar jumped toward him again, an arrow was shot by the sky-blue-haired elf, Caira Yishol, the 132-year-old elf princess. He simply chopped it in half before it could reach him and scoffed. 

Next, a renowned dwarven warrior with brown hair covering most of his face, Gasec Deepmaul, rushed up to Allen, holding a giant Warhammer.

Soon after, the chieftain of the wolf beast tribe, a grey and silver wolf named Alexander, and the king of the fire spirits, a large man made of fire with a bushy beard named Magmis, entered the throne room. 

Ceaser slightly pouted, which disturbed the room's occupants quite a bit, "Aww, I'm getting ganged up on." He shrugged, "Oh Well! All the more blood to BATHE in!"

Gasec swung his warhammer onto the ground causing a trail of cracks leading to Ceasar and stuck his hand out. Gray stones ejected from the ground, causing large holes, and hovered in the air. Gasec pushed his hand forward and the stones flew toward Ceasar.

As he weaved through the barrage, Caira kept firing arrows through the brief openings, Alexander kept trying to cut him off and slash at him, Magmis hovered in the air, dropping flame pillars under him, and Allen glowed a brilliant blue light. 

Ceasar stepped back from a slash and dodged an arrow when a flame pillar rose under him causing a momentary pause and a boulder to smack into his shoulder. 

His body was flung to the ground, his chain falling out of his hand, as more stones were flying at him. His red aura flared up again and completely destroyed all of the stones around him.

As flames built up at Ceasar's feet, he grabbed a charging Alexander by his furry neck and slammed him into the reddening floor, causing the fire to burn both of them. 

However, Ceasar remained unscathed as Alexander was panting for breath after barely blocking Magmis's pillar with a talisman, albeit with some fur singed. 

An arrow came flying toward Ceasar, but he caught it and imbued it with the same red aura that covered him. He forcefully threw the arrow at Gasec collecting more stones. 

Unable to react, the dwarf's eye was pierced and the conjuring of stones halted. In the brief time it took for Gasec to ignore his injury, Ceasar was looming over him like a giant and grabbed his head, digging his claws into Gasec's cranium.

The arrows Cairo fired at Ceasar broke when entering the bloodthirsty aura, Magmis started flinging fireballs, but they also had no effect, Alexander had just managed to stand up, and Allen's mana was increasing in size and brightness.

Gasec struggled to escape, but his chest was pierced by Ceasar's other hand, making freedom more difficult.

The claws dug deeper into the dwarf's skin and as he weakly raised his warhammer, he abruptly dropped it and fell to the floor.

Ceasar had ripped off Gasec's head and stuck his hand into it from the neck. As if playing with a hand puppet, he mouthed with the pale, hairy face, "Boohoo, I'm dead," speaking in a childish voice. 

Cairo, Magmis, and Alexander stared incredulously with their mouths agape as Ceasar pulled out his hand from the ripped-off head and violently threw it at Cairo with his red aura.

Cairo ducked under it as Ceasar jumped at her, his chain flying into his hand from whence he dropped it. He wrapped it around her neck and pulled her face-first into the floor. 

He tried to stomp down on her head, but she rolled out of the way. After recovering, Alexander started running at Ceasar on all fours, akin to a large wolf, with his irises whitening, and Magmis's body grew exponentially in size, burning hotter and brighter.

Cairo swiftly jumped to her feet and nimbly navigated through each of Ceasar's attacks. As she sidestepped a slash, he extended his chain again.

She pulled out an elvish dagger from the side of her leg and stuck the tip into one of the chain's links. Ceasar tried to pull the dagger out of Cairo's grip, but she had shot green mana from her hand and to its tip causing heavy resistance. 

Ceasar's aura weakened because of the struggle and loss of focus on maintaining it as Alexander stealthily made it behind him lunging at his neck. The wolf's sharp teeth dug into the demon king's flesh.

Ceasar let go of his chain and grabbed ahold of Alexander's face, trying to rip out his teeth. He only dug in deeper and Cairo lunged at Ceasar, sticking her dagger into his chest, the trajectory barely missing his heart.

He tried to kick her in the knees, but Magmis had flown over and grabbed ahold of his legs, burning them. Ceasar briefly closed his eyes as red mana shot to his claws. 

They dug into Alexender's furry head as Ceasar managed to rip off the wolf. Cairo grabbed her bow and shot an arrow at his face and Magmis burned away his ankles' skin. 

With Ceasar's hands free, he stuck one out as Cairo's arrow pierced it. Ignoring his searing flesh and his impaled hand, he regained control of his aura, and it intensified dramatically. 

"Shit," Magmis muttered as his body flung to the side. Ceasar's legs healed quickly, and he grabbed ahold of Cairo's hair. 

He clenched his hand into a fist and punched her in the face with his aura indicating the most extreme bloodlust that everyone present had felt in their lives. 

He punched again, and again, and again. Each impact caused Cairo's bones to crack as she could do nothing but helplessly accept her fate.

Alexander, now on two legs, lunged at Ceasar again. However, Ceasar had grabbed ahold of his snout, dropping Cairo and slamming him into the ground. 

Ceasar glanced at his impaled hand and ripped out the arrow, throwing it to the side with the wound healing from his aura's red glow. 

He looked down at the elf and wolf indifferently as he grabbed their legs. Ceasar picked them up, his left hand holding Cairo, his right one holding Alexander.

He then repeatedly slammed them both against the ground, each impact causing further cracks. Magmis flew toward the rampage and Ceasar threw Alexander at him, halting his advance. 

Dodging the flying clump of fur, he saw Cairo on the floor, missing her left arm, bloodied and bruised. 

Ceasar pulverized the arm into a bloody paste, leaving him standing over a pool of blood. He chuckled before charging at Magmis. 

Magmis created a flame wall and extended it toward him, but Ceasar hopped over. "Fool!" Magmis yelled ignorantly as he created an intense flame pillar and flung a fireball at Ceasar. 

Ceasar laughed as if making fun of him and took the flames head-on while still in midair. His aura-covered feet landed directly in front of Magmis as he looked unaffected by the heat.

Ceasar manually grinned at him with bloodshot eyes as the purple swirl appeared above their heads. A scroll fell out into Ceasar's hand, and the swirl disappeared. 

"Whatever you plan to do with that, it won't work!" Magmis yelled floating backward. 

In contemplation, Ceasar grabbed his chin, "Oh right... spirits can't die. But wait, I knew that. I'll just send you far way."

"A-a teleportion scroll?"

"Aw, you ruined the surprise! No Fun!"

Ceasar rolled open the scroll and stuck it to the now retreating Magmis.  "Bye! Bye!" He yelled, waving goodbye. 

The fire king disappeared to an ocean far away. Ceasar sighed before walking over to the unconscious Alexander. He grabbed his head and twisted it straight off, reminiscent of a certain dwarf.

As He strode over to Cairo, he saw Allen standing tall with a large quantity of blue mana emanating from his body. A vibrant, blue flame took the place of his pupils, flaring upward. 

His red hair was floating and each step toward Ceasar resulted in the floor breaking under the pressure. He raised his sword and disappeared. 

"I was waiting for this," Ceasar smirked.

Allen appeared behind him, slashing at his back. It cut into Ceasar's aura and exploded it as he was flung backward with the heavy force. 

Allen appeared to where Ceasar was falling and stabbed into his chest before he could react. The impaling caused Ceasar to explode from within into a bloody paste.

It seemed like he was already dead, but Allen knew the truth. He grimaced at the sickening silence. 

"Ha... Ha... Ha..." A creepy, drawn-out laugh permeated the room, the echo bouncing off the walls. 

"HAHAHAHAHAHA," The laugh intensified into high-pitched lunacy as the floor split in two. The crevice began to widen with each second as the laughter only worsened. 

Allen rushed away from the chasm. He felt like it was going to swallow him whole, and looking in, one would think that this bottomless abyss was the depths of hell. 

Two huge hands extended out from the pit and grabbed onto the floor, digging their claws into it. Allen stared in shock as a giant version of Ceasar clawed his way out of the darkness.

Allen knew that the demon king couldn't have been defeated so easily, but this was... this was... "Terrifying," he whispered.