In the ancient annals of the cosmos, there exists a malevolent force of unparalleled darkness, a nefarious entity whose very name sends shivers through the fabric of reality—the Demon King, harbinger of chaos and architect of desolation.
Born from the abyssal depths where shadows converge and nightmares breed, this malefic being rose to prominence as the herald of doom, a force that unleashed hell upon the unsuspecting realms.
I, The Demon King, whose existence predates the memory of mortals, am a creature of cosmic malevolence, dwelling in the interstices between dimensions. My arrival heralds cataclysmic events, as I wield power beyond mortal comprehension, capable of tearing the very fabric of reality asunder.
With a gaze that pierces the souls of the bravest warriors and a voice that echoes the screams of the damned, I commanded legions of demonic minions and dragons that sow chaos and despair in their wake.
The dimensions of cracks, torn open by me as the Demon King, are scars upon the tapestry of existence. Through these rifts, unspeakable horrors spilled forth, devouring entire realms and planes, leaving only echoes of anguish in their wake. I reveled in the chaos I wrought, relishing in the torment of those who dared to resist my infernal might.
Yet, in an unforeseen twist of fate, a convergence of celestial alignments and arcane forces has led to the unimaginable—me, the one and only Demon King, stripped of my ethereal form, now poised to inhabit the fragile vessel of....
"Damn you, Lucas! Don't die on me now!" a voice resonated into my ears as my soul sank deep within the pitch-black surroundings.
Just as my burning eyes slowly opened, I saw an entire orc army destroying the smelly lesser beings which I would normally call humans.
With the smell of blood, I could sense many of them were dead. As I raised my torso and sat in a regular position, "Took you long enough, you crazy fu*kl!" a human being with blond hair, wielding a sword, yelled at me.
Hearing what the fool had said, "How dare you!" I levitated myself from my sitting position, using the surrounding mana to turn the nails in my hands into blades. My anger was at the brink of killing him, an inferior creature commanding me, the almighty Demon King of destruction and chaos.
Oddly, even when I was clearly overpowering the imbecile, I felt my body was weaker than I used to be, as I sensed some kind of weight while lifting this human. When I looked at the hand holding the fool, "What the heavens?" I spoke out as I dropped the human being and checked, gathering mana from the surroundings and replicating my current self.
As I witnessed my current self, I was thin, short, a scrawny young human mortal with a long blond hair long enough to completely cover my ears.
"Good Hell!"
Seeing me in my troubled expression and my unusual abilities these idiotic creatures haven't seen, "Hey man, Lucas? Are you okay?" The human I just dropped slowly rose up and asked me while the orcs attacked inside a dome-like barrier with some kind of lightning like mana the human had conjured, and it seemed like it was already getting cracked down by the orc army's assault.
"So, this little fool of my vessel is called Lucas, eh?" I started to think to myself. "Out of all the species my soul could've gone into, why does this human bastard have to possess a body strong enough to hold my powers?"
My soul had now been poised to inhabit the fragile vessel of a human named Lucas. And by that, I'm sure I've transferred into the mortal realm.
"For Satan's sake!" I turned my attention to the current situation now. It's not like I can just replace my soul without going into my ethereal form, and this Lucas kid seems to have died when my soul went into this vessel. So, I have to awaken my powers little by little now that I've become pathetically weak.
"Hey? Are you listening?" The guy's name should be Bran from the memories that have come with this body. And he seems to be Lucas's best friend. I should just keep it that way too.
"Hey you, imbecile, who named Bran! Enforce this barrier and call those two idiots inside!" I said to him with my normal gentle way of speaking.
"What?..." he was enraged, "Sigh. What the hell are you gonna do when we get eaten now?" he asked.
"You imbecile! If you want to survive this, just do as I say!" I snapped, my frustration bubbling to the surface. The situation required quick thinking, and I wasn't about to let Bran's incompetence jeopardize my chance at regaining power.
Bran reluctantly obeyed, reinforcing the barrier and ushering the two individuals inside. The makeshift sanctuary offered a momentary respite from the orc onslaught, but I knew we couldn't stay hidden forever.
As I contemplated my next move, the memories of Lucas flooded my mind. A mere human, with friends, emotions, and vulnerabilities—I found myself entangled in a mortal's existence. The very thought was repulsive, but for now, I needed this vessel to survive.
"All right, forget it! What would you, the weakest of us all, do? What's the plan?" Bran asked, his eyes wary but curious.
I sighed, masking my irritation, as I walked past him to calm myself down and patted Bran's shoulder.
"Firstly, we need to get out of this barrier and deal with those orcs. I'll buy us some time. Follow my lead and stay out of my way."
"Do you really think you can do that? You will die, dammit!" He yelled with anger and the feeling of fear all over him. This is why I hate these human imbeciles. So damn weak.
I stepped forward, my mana pulsating within this feeble mortal body.
The transition from my demonic form to this human shell was an unwelcome limitation, but I had to adapt as I felt my powers were lying dormant, ready to be awakened with growth.
"Tch," clicking my tongue and with a wave of my hand, I dispelled the barrier and used mana to strengthen the barrier Bran had already made as I walked out, revealing the orcs eagerly waiting for our demise.
"Prepare yourself, Bran," I muttered, readying the limited magical abilities of this mortal vessel.
As the orcs charged, I unleashed a wave of destructive energy, sending them flying backward. The power I wielded now was but a fraction of my true might, yet it was enough to repel the immediate threat.
This incarnation of mine, after a million years since my birth, was something I hated. But, no matter the species, I alone will stand above all, as the lord of the lords.