Slayer felt confliction to this request. But he opened the cell. "You will be a true heir to my bloodline. I have a few things to tell you inside my core is an automation of my soul I made for you long ago that will teach you our techniques and spells. Along with our greatest Polymorph ability. For you it will take time to trigger, but I have no doubt you will prevail" he smiled down at Slayer. "What else do you need to tell me?" Corrosio pursed his lips. "You have a brother. He's sixteen. In secret this child was born. That's why your mother was killed. So that this child would be protected. It's his fail safe heir" Corrosio looked saddened. 'Why wouldn't I be surprised that he used something so damn petty to kill my mother'. "Who is his mother?" Slayer asked. "His favorite concubine who is now his Queen, Zeena" this struck a chord with Slayer.
He remembered when this demoness came into his father's harem. She was fixed on spending as much time with my father as possible. His mother was wise to her game, but still did nothing. She allowed the woman to weasel her way into his fathers bed permanently. "My mother knew of Zeena's conniving, yet she did nothing. Why?" Slayer asked. "I was not wise to that knowledge. But knowing my daughter like I do for this moment here. She knew you would act revenge. So to make the transgression just she gave herself as sacrifice to fate" Corrosio stared at the floor for a moment. "So…now you know the truth. May you have good fortune my grandson. You are the heir to the Black Dragon. I will walk with you till the end of time in spirit" Corrosio smiled. Slayer's masked face sunk. Behind it was pure pain.
He manifested his soul weapon. "I crafted this blade to be my soul weapon. I use this to honor you with a warrior's death. I will avenge you and my mother. My only family I'll ever have. Watch me from above and I hope I make you proud" Slayer extended his left hand resting the blade upon it. He was gentle as put the tip over his grandfather's heart. The two shared a look as Corrosio smiled with tears coming down his face. Slayer then with added pressure slid the blade across his hand into Corrosio's heart. He made no sound as he died. Merely a smile was upon his face.
Slayer approached his palm glowing. He placed it over the soul core of the dragon king. He then sapped all chi from him leaving the body a dry husk. Flames erupted from his palm engulfing Corrosio. Slayer turned and left the dungeon quickly as the Dragon King turned to ash.
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Demon King stood in the dungeon staring at the empty cell of his prized prisoner. Vick was inside studying the ground as he rubbed his fingers together, "It's ash. A lot of ash in fact" Vick stated. "Hmmm.." Demon King grumbled. "The guard who was here brought him in!" The Demon King ordered. Brigg dragged in the guard who was beaten. His red face purple and bruised he was then slammed to the ground at the king's feet. "My lord…I swear I did not do this!" He professed pleading.
"Did he spontaneously combust then? For if he was then you take me for a fool. All chi in that prisoner was stagnate! He was beyond repair. Not to mention he couldn't very well set himself ablaze?" Zenaida stood next to the king. She was poised and had her hand's crossed behind her. "My love, he is clearly lying," she said with disgust. "No my lady I speak true. I profess I was drinking on the job, yes…I did leave my post to acquire more wine" he said with shame. "So you left your post? As the prisoner burned so you wouldn't be here. How drunk were you exactly?" Zeena stated. The guard was at a loss. The king approached with a poised stance. He leaned down so he was eye to eye with the guard. "You know we all have vices? Mine is women. It's strange I can't get enough of them. My appetite is insatiable in fact. My wife can attest can't you, darling?" Zeena pursed her lips into a smile. "Yes, my lord," she said with delight. "So I understand that sometimes we can't be satiated" he stared at the guard. "Brigg" he commanded. "Yes, lord?" Brigg stood at attention. "Be a dear and get us a barrel of wine. This man has been through a lot he could use a drink. I could use a drink too" the Demon King ordered. Brigg obeyed and left the dungeon. Moments later he appeared with a barrel with two wooden cups.
He set the barrel down and poured wine into the cups from the spigot. He handed one to the king and the other to the guard. "Please after you" the king said. The guard downed the wine. "How is it?" The guard nodded. "It is good sire thank you" the king nodded at this. He then violently grabbed the guard by the throat lifting him up. He then poured his cup down the guard's throat making him choke. He released the guard letting him fall to the floor. "I want that entire barrel in this man. And feel free to keeping adding more barrels till he is dead!" The king commanded. "NO MY LORD! I beg of you please!" The guard screamed as two guards then grabbed him, dragging him to a chair where he was strapped. They put an apparatus to keep his mouth open as they poured wine down his throat. The rest left him with only his gurgling could be heard in the dungeon. "I want to know how Corrosio died. Bring a mage I demand to know what's going on!" Vick nodded at this.
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A sixteen year old boy with red horns on his forehead, purple skin with white hair was slashing at a guard with a shield. He was surrounded as he did battle with a wooden broadsword. His opponents all brandished wooden swords and shields. They were locked in a battle of five against one. The young teen moved gracefully as he dodged, parried, and blocked with his shield. He was diligent in fighting the men, allowing not one blow to come to him.
He was fast and agile and quickly took them all down with quick movements. A clap broke the silence. A horned old demon with a long beard and green skin approached. He had two swords sheathed upon his belt. The demon was tall and had broad shoulders. He was dawned in light armor made of mail and leather. "Well done young master. My men were instructed to push you. Well met" the boy smiled. "Thank you master. I feel an evolution coming! I will be ready for this King Slayer!" The boy boasted. "Yes you will be a rank two cultivator soon enough" the old demon professed. "Perhaps my father will bestow me with a soul weapon as he promised" the boy said with glee. "Perhaps. The weapon does not make you a warrior. The warrior is the weapon young master never forget that" the boy nodded and gave him a polite bow. "Now go and wash up. Your father wishes you to join the war council tonight" he instructed as the boy nodded and left. The old demon gave a sigh as he was left alone in the training grounds. His men dragged themselves to the barracks. The demon sat upon a bench and sighed, "when are you planning on stop hiding and show yourself already stranger?" He said out loud. From the shadows stepped Slayer. "Who might you be?" The demon asked with intrigue. "Anyway, to speak to an old apprentice?" The demon looked puzzled as he brows squinted. "You escaped though? I know cause I helped you do so. Why have you returned?" He asked. "Merely to say hi" Slayer jested.
The old demon laughed, "I doubt that very much!" He smiled.