In the ancient days, long before the great peace between humans and vampires, and before the demons were sealed away for eternity, there existed a warrior whose name once struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it. He was known as Malakai, a man who had once been human but had chosen the path of darkness, aligning himself with the Demon King. His tale was one of horror, betrayal, and unimaginable power—though not through magic, but through sheer skill and mastery with a blade.
Malakai had not always been destined for such a grim fate. Born into a small village in one of the war-ravaged human kingdoms, he had lived a childhood marked by suffering and despair. His family had been poor, struggling to survive as their village was constantly raided by bandits or caught in the crossfire of warring kingdoms. Malakai's father had been a simple farmer, and his mother a healer, but their kindness was no match for the cruelty of the world around them.
When Malakai was only a boy, his village was attacked by a ruthless group of mercenaries hired by a noble who sought control of the region. They razed everything to the ground, and Malakai, hidden by his mother in a small cellar, watched through the cracks in the floor as his parents were brutally murdered in front of their home. It was a sight that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
After the attack, Malakai was left to fend for himself, wandering from place to place, surviving on whatever scraps he could find. His once-innocent heart hardened, and he learned quickly that in this world, strength was the only thing that mattered. There was no room for mercy, no reward for kindness. If you wanted to survive, you had to be willing to take what you needed by any means necessary.
As he grew older, Malakai became a mercenary, selling his skills to the highest bidder. He had no magic, no special powers like so many of the warriors he fought alongside. But what he lacked in mystical abilities, he made up for with his sword. Malakai became known for his precision and his brutal efficiency. His blade was an extension of his will, and he could take down entire squads of enemies without breaking a sweat.
He had no loyalty to any cause, no ties to any kingdom. He fought only for survival, driven by an insatiable hunger for power and control. It was said that Malakai's eyes were as cold as the steel of his sword, his face expressionless as he cut down anyone in his path. People began to fear him, whispering his name in dark corners, unsure if he was man or monster.
But despite all his victories, despite the fear he instilled in others, Malakai felt empty. He had become a weapon, nothing more. His only purpose was to kill, and though he was the best at it, there was something deep inside him that longed for more. It was this yearning—this desire for something greater—that led him to the fateful encounter that would change his life forever.
One day, Malakai found himself hired by a kingdom that was facing a new threat: demons. The human kingdoms had been at war with one another for centuries, but now a greater evil had emerged from the shadows. The Demon King had begun his conquest, sending his armies to ravage the lands, and the humans were woefully unprepared for the demonic forces.
Malakai was sent to fight alongside an elite unit tasked with defending a key fortress. The battle that followed was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The demons were monstrous, their power overwhelming, and they tore through the human forces with ease. Malakai fought valiantly, his sword cutting down demon after demon, but it was not enough. His comrades fell around him, the ground soaked in blood, and the fortress was soon overrun.
In the chaos of the battle, Malakai found himself face-to-face with the Demon King himself. The sky darkened as the towering figure appeared before him, a being of pure darkness and malevolence. His eyes glowed like burning coals, and his voice rumbled like the deepest thunder.
"You fight well for a human," the Demon King said, his voice filled with curiosity rather than malice.
Malakai, exhausted and covered in blood, raised his sword, ready to make his last stand. "If you think I'll die on my knees, you're wrong."
The Demon King chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down Malakai's spine. "You misunderstand me, human. I do not intend to kill you. Not yet."
Malakai frowned, gripping his sword tightly. "Then what do you want?"
"You intrigue me," the Demon King said, stepping closer. "I've never seen a human with such skill, such raw talent with a blade. You have no magic, and yet you stand against my forces without fear. Why?"
Malakai's eyes hardened. "Because I have nothing to lose."
"Nothing to lose..." the Demon King repeated, as if testing the words. "That is why you are strong. That is why you are dangerous." He leaned down, his glowing eyes boring into Malakai's. "What if I told you that you could have more? That your strength could be limitless?"
Malakai said nothing, but the look in his eyes betrayed his interest.
The Demon King smiled. "I can offer you power, human. Power beyond anything your kind has ever known. You have no place in the human world—they fear you, don't they? They whisper your name like you're a monster. But in my army, you would be revered. Feared. You would be my greatest general, and together, we would conquer this world."
Malakai hesitated. He had spent his entire life fighting, struggling to survive in a world that had shown him nothing but cruelty. Now, this being—this creature of darkness—was offering him a chance to be more than just a man with a sword. He was offering him a place in something far greater than the petty human wars he had been a part of.
"What's the price?" Malakai asked, his voice low.
"The only price is your loyalty to me," the Demon King said. "Serve me, and I will give you everything you desire. Power, control, freedom. You will no longer be bound by the chains of the human world."
For a long moment, Malakai was silent. He stared at the Demon King, weighing his options. He had never trusted anyone in his life, never relied on anyone but himself. But what the Demon King offered... it was too tempting to ignore.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Malakai lowered his sword and knelt before the Demon King. "I will serve you."
The Demon King's smile widened. "You have made a wise choice, Malakai."
From that day forward, Malakai was no longer a mere human mercenary. He was transformed, not through magic or demonic power, but through the Demon King's will. His strength was augmented, his senses sharpened, and his skills with a blade honed to perfection. He became the Demon King's right hand, leading the demon armies into battle, cutting through enemy forces with ruthless precision.
He never used magic, and never relied on the dark arts like the other generals. Malakai didn't need it. His sword was his magic, his weapon his will. He was feared across the land, known for his unrelenting brutality and his brilliant strategies. Kingdoms fell before him, their armies shattered as Malakai led the demon forces to victory after victory.
The other demon generals respected him, though they never truly trusted him. To them, Malakai was an outsider—a human who had chosen the path of a demon. But none could deny his power, and none dared challenge him. He had earned his place by the Demon King's side, and as long as he remained loyal, he would never be questioned.
For years, Malakai fought alongside the demons, tearing through the human kingdoms, leaving destruction in his wake. But as the war raged on, the human forces began to grow desperate. They forged uneasy alliances with the vampires and elves, pooling their resources to create weapons capable of challenging the demons.
And then came the day that would change everything—the day the humans activated the seals.
The ancient seals were powerful relics, created long ago by a forgotten race to trap beings of immense power. The humans, with the help of their allies, had discovered these seals and devised a way to use them against the demons. It was a desperate gamble, but it was their only hope of stopping the demonic onslaught.
The final battle took place in the Valley of Shadows, a desolate wasteland where the two forces clashed for the last time. Malakai, at the head of the demon army, fought with a fury unmatched by any warrior on the battlefield. His sword cut down dozens of enemies, his body moving like a force of nature, unstoppable and unyielding.
But even Malakai could feel the change in the air. The seals had been activated, their magic growing stronger with every passing moment. The demons began to falter, their powers being drained as the ancient magic took hold.
Despite their immense power, the other demon generals were pulled into the void one by one, their bodies dissolving into shadows as the seals consumed them. Raziel, Vaelith, and the others were all sealed away, their screams echoing across the battlefield.
The Demon King himself fought against the magic, his fury shaking the earth as he tried to resist the power of the seals. But even he, with all his strength, could not escape the ancient magic. With a final, thunderous roar, the Demon King was sealed away, his body vanishing into the void.
And Malakai? No one knows for sure.
As the seals closed in on him, Malakai fought with everything he had. His sword, his only companion, slashed through the air as he tried to break free. But the magic was too strong. His body flickered, caught between the physical world and the world of shadows. For a moment, it seemed as though he might escape, might find a way to slip through the cracks of the seal's power.
And then... he was gone.
Some say he was sealed along with the other demons, his body trapped in the void for all eternity. Others believe he found a way to escape, to disappear into the darkness, waiting for the day he would return.
But no one knows the truth.
The world has forgotten Malakai's name, but his legacy lives in the shadows. And though the demons have been sealed away, there are whispers that the Forgotten General will rise again one day. And when he does, the world will tremble.
As Kai woke up "Well that was the past..."