That day,
Everything was taken from us.
Everything we have...
We are tormented again and again by our own helplessness.
Is it our fault?
Was it better for us not to be born into this world?
What did we do?
What sin could we have done?
Or was it because...
Because being pure... was a flaw?
Believing that the world is ruled by good people was a weakness that we had?
Then.
I'll change it.
I'll restart and live again from the beginning until the end in profane.
We will survive.
Though that means.
I may never see peaceful days again.
No.
I'll let it all burn away.
I won't regret it.
The story will not end.
No.
As the world demanded pain.
I will restore it to the way it should be.
I will heal the world.
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In Ruz'Kavah, the region ruled by Dark Elves, a war is currently waged. The Dark Elves were the ones who declared it, with the justification of unauthorized entry into the region committed by the soldiers of the Primordial Kingdom. What is the Primordial Kingdom? It is the coalition of empires ruled by two demon kings. The Demon King of Death and The Demon King of Revival. As such, their subjects were all demon-folk or at least had demon blood within them. The Dark Elves despised them, but that wasn't the point of starting the war at all. Surely, no one would resent someone so much they decide to create fake news just to invade, right?
"My Lord, The Dark Elves had engaged in combat with our vanguards dispatched at the border. Permission to send Lunalight at once."
A woman with pink-colored, blob-like hair and pink eyes spoke to a hologram of someone inside a strategy war room. The woman was from a demon-slime race. She is the chief in command of the NPC (Non-Pacifist Contender). A special organization for individuals trusted by the Demon King of Revival to carry out his will directly. Her name is Lilitha Amorphire.
"Are the dark elves going all out? Has the situation become dire?"
The Demon King of Revival spoke from the hologram.
"Sir. Permission to answer!" Another voice came from a woman who was wearing a formal black suit completed with a black cloak. She currently appears to be saluting.
"Please do, Admiral Addison."
"Currently, our foot soldiers are maintaining the situation very well, but it is likely that Lizwell Von Wistik will appear soon at the battlefield!" Addison said as she continued to hold her salute.
Lizwell Von Wistik, she is the leader of the dark elves. With the support of her husband, Gra'th Yik Wistik, she had secured the throne of elven queen for 100+ years. For herself to join in the battlefield is a bit suspicious.
"The Dark Elf Queen... It's been a while.."
"My lord, with all due respect I have for you. I wish you could leave this matter to us, NPC. We don't wish for you to always be there for us and be hindered from achieving your wonderous goal. If things go wrong, I will use my magic to heal everyone, including the foot soldiers." A woman with a priest-like outfit spoke with a soothing tone.
"Enough, Astrid. I have already made up my mind. I am coming to the battlefield now. Remember well, you, that you all are forbidden to call 'Imprint' foot-soldiers. They sacrificed their lives for us. Have more respect for them."
As the demon king spoke, The Four leaders of the NPCs, Lilitha, Lunalight, Astrid, and Addison, bowed down to the floor instantly.
"Forgive me, my great demon king!"
"My deepest apologies, Great Lord of Revival!"
Astrid and Addison spoke with fear as they revel in regret for their poor choice of words.
"Raise your head. All of you."
As they raised their head, the demon king continued, "I will come there as fast as I can. Until then, Lilitha, you are in command. Anything you do within the time frame of 10 minutes will not be punished, whatever happens."
"I understand my lord."
The dark elves began attacking the foot soldiers using magic as explosions began appearing on the battlefield. Lilitha Amorphire, obeying the command of her master, directly ordered the NPCs, "Lunalight, bring your special ops and fight back against the dark elves!" In response, Lunalight nodded as she grabbed her sword and exited the strategy room.
"I will go and heal the survivors," Astrid spoke as she went with Lunalight to the battlefield.
"Chief, what should I do?" Addison asked as she kept her usual soldier-like demeanor.
"Our master had given us the luxury to solve the conflict before he arrived. We must deliver. Therefore, I would suggest a hostage plan." Lilitha said.
Addison crossed her arms, "I see. So we go on the offensive, sneaking past and attacking them from the inside?"
"Yes. We would take hostage the queen of the dark elves, Lizwell Von Wistik, and in turn, would make the attacking soldiers to a halt."
"Ah! That's a very- Outstanding plan, chief!"
" I believe that our great lord wishes us not only to be defensive but to also deliver a message just how strong we are. However..." Lilitha puts her hand on her chin. "There's always the matter of how many people we could send there. Should I send some of the Imprint to aid you?"
"I can go alone," Addison said as she smiled, showing her teeth.
"Then, you can proceed at any given time. Please do be careful, Admiral."
As the war rages on for a few minutes, Lunalight fights against the army of dark elves while Astrid is busy saving the lives of the foot soldiers.
Waves of magical energy then entered the battlefield, and as it halted, a voice was heard.
"I'm late. Am I forgiven?"
Up in the sky.
A figure with white wings is levitating in the air. Even though it was far, somehow, everyone could hear his words. He was wearing a pure white coat that flowed as the wind blew, like a cape. His hair was the same with black highlights.
FWOOSH!
Descending to the ground, he created a tectonic quake that was enough to make the soldiers from both sides fall miserably to the ground.
His gaze turned towards the dark elf's army with a devious smile. "Why have you attacked my loyal subjects?"
Then it hit them.
The dark elves finally realized the man they were facing was no ordinary man. He was the top echelon of the demon race. One of The Demon Kings.
"I am disappointed to see that Her Majesty isn't here. I never thought she would sacrifice so many people just for her selfish cause. But, well, Game is Game."
His right hand glowed in a bluish color as the aura spread to the air. The atmosphere of the demon king. Most people who see this kind of aura wouldn't have lived to tell the tale. A surge of energy appeared as his eyes glowed in a purplish color, distorting the environment and pressure on the battlefield. The Demon King lifted his right hand and began to chant.
"I…A…T…R...I...C...IATRIC!"
A blue torrent of energy dispersed as it hit everything in sight with a speed comparable to light. A flash of light blinded the entire army of the dark elves and the Imprint soldiers. As the fluorescent light illuminated the field, it caught the attention of Lizwell Von Wistik, who was inside her throne room.
"This power! It can't be! How is he this powerful?" The Queen of The Dark Elves bites her fingers in frustration.
BANG!
The door to her throne room was forcibly opened.
"Who goes there!" Lizwell shouted.
As a figure enters, it is a woman with silver hair and gold eyes. Walking inside the throne room, her black coat swirls around as she carries the head of an elf in her hand. Slowly getting closer to Lizwell.
Upon closer look, Lizwell realized that the head the woman was carrying was her husband's head.
"You! How?"
"Forgive me, this bug didn't put much of a fight."
"Bug? How dare you!?"
Tap.
One tap. It was all it took.
Admiral Addison took one step, and she was now in a point-blank range of Lizwell. The queen's eyes widened in horror as her life was clearly flashing before her eyes. Addison launches her fist, aiming for the queen.
BOOM!
Her fist collided.
Sweat drips from Lizwell's head as it seems the blow has missed her by a few centimeters. Gasping, she bowed to the ground at Addison's feet. "Please. Please... Please... Don't kill me!" She cried.
"Call off your army at once and surrender to our great lord."
"W-what?"
BUK!
Addison kicked Lizwell on the side as she spat, "Don't make me say it twice."
Lizwell gazes up to Addison's eyes, and all she can see is a face of disgust.
"I have 1001 ways to kill you just as I entered the room. And I have elected to ignore it. So doing what I say is the least you can do!" Addison's eyes glow as gold magic energy starts to emit from her.
"I will...surrender to the Demon King..."
Lizwell was then escorted by Addison to deliver her commands at once. As they went to the hallway to her throne room, it turned out it was filled with elven blood.
"HUEK!" Lizwell puked at the scenery. The only one who can do this kind of brutality is none other than one of the trusted beings of the Demon Kings. Addison didn't even bother to check the queen's condition as she just walked straight to the front.
Lizwell, the queen of the dark elves, now truly knows the capability of the demon kings. It was a moment that she would never forget.
A few moments later, they arrived at the place where she could speak to all the elf army at once. However...
"This... I.. I don't know what's going on!"
"Explain at once" Addison crossed her arms as she demanded.
"The army of the dark elves... it seems there weren't any more around!"
"I see. It seems our great lord has finally arrived."
Lizwell activated the spy camera on the battlefield to see what was currently happening.
On the battlefield, the entire fleet of dark elves was non-existent. It's like everything just went up and turned into dust. Meanwhile, on the other side of the field, The Imprint, Demon King Soldiers were all healed.
Not long after, many cracks began to appear from the ground. A number of hands rose from the ground, and as time went on, many unknown beings rose from the ground. It was like their zombies that rose from the ground.
"Raise my subjects. All of you have been reborn as something far greater!"
The Demon King spoke as he marveled at the miracle he had performed. He had healed all of the demon folk within the area and turned all of the dark elves into demon folk.
The Dark Elf Queen watched the frightening scene unfold as she shivered and groveled to the ground. "All hail the demon king! All hail the demon king!" She said.
"I take it that the Dark Elf territory now belongs to The Great Demon King of Revival?"
"I will give the great demon king anything he wishes for..." Lizwell said.
"I see. Then," Addison smiled, " You will also be reborn as a demon."
The Dark Elf Empire fell to the rule of The Demon King of Revival that day. As the news began to spread, many began to show hostility towards both Demon Kings.
"I told you. Forcibly reincarnating them would only lead to other races becoming more hostile. We should kill all of the other races."
"And then what? If other races don't exist anymore, does that mean we will live in an emptied world?"
"Sure. Just disregard the fact that you turning everything into a demonic race could solve anything."
"Hahaha. I like how we can never agree on how to create another apocalypse."
"If you get the meaning of apocalypse. Then it's clearly closer to mine."
Their ramblings continue as The Demon King of Death and The Demon King of Revival speak in a tatami room while drinking Calpis water. "Why do we always drink this stuff? I prefer alcohol," The Demon King of Death said.
"It's so that we remember, right? The days before we became kings," The Demon King of Revival said with a smile. "Or would you rather forget your old name, Med?"
"I don't need that name anymore, Mik."