Strength of Demons varied on the number they were, just like any other demons strength of demon lords dependent with the number they were. The strongest was number one who was the Queen followed by Second, third, fourth and five, if one of the demon lords died the one under them would take their place.
Normally they never had names so they identified to one another with their ranks, but this only applied to the demon lords. In the courtroom a grand hall of ice, its walls glistening with an ethereal glow. The Queen, seated on an imposing ice throne, looks down with a stern, unyielding gaze. Third stood in the center, his breath visible in the frigid air. his eyes darting around the room, reflecting the cold, unforgiving environment. The jury, seated in rows of icy benches, watches intently, their expressions as frosty as the surroundings. Every word spoken seems to hang in the air, crystallizing before it fades away. The atmosphere is tense, the cold amplifying the gravity of the moment.
"The other demon lords are allowed to suggest what shall be done to the traitor" a deep voice said. The first to raise his hand was Fourth "persecute!" he shouted, looking to his left hand side Fifth sat next to him, he got up and shouted the same words. But a single hand was raised getting on his feet Second proceeded by saying "Third has committed a great sin, why not send him to correct his wrongs and demote him his rank?" the others looked at Second in anger "that is a good idea" the Queen said supporting her head with her hand.
Walking towards the center holing a crystal on her hand, "i here by demote you to the Fifth rank" the crystal started to glow as the orange aura started to leave Thirds' body and get into the crystal.
Back on earth, the Imperial king was paid a visit by people he did not know that is how it all started. In the tall building the air still felt dense, "you'll go where you came from" Fifth said his anger and hatred growing whenever the vampires spoke "go where? you destroyed our home" Ronald asked tightening his fist "you can always rebuild it" he sid in an unconcerned tone.
Seeing that Fifth was acting on his emotions he decided to intervene "you will go to an island in the farthest north part of earth and live their for the mean time" he said pulling his black hair back "for the mean time, what are you talking about? those 'things' killed so many of us" king Zerick the third asked in a rather harsh tone that seemed to anger some of the vampires "watch your mouth!" Kimberly said "Oh, another vampire with commitment issues. Can't decide if you want to be dead or alive, huh?" Fifth was enjoying this. "I will give you things that will get you out of this world."
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It had been fifty years since the war, and humans had gone back to their culture of hunting beasts. The Kruger family had come up with new ideas that changed the human life forever. They now had teleporters that enabled them to travel from one planet to another and be able to use abilities.
This had created them a huge fortune, and to be recognized as one of the greatest families out there. Walking out of the room, the maidens stopped and looked at his black sleek hair, dark cascade that naturally frames his youthful face. The locks are slightly tousled, giving him a carefree, effortlessly stylish look. His eyes are bright and curious, always gleaming with a hint of adventure. A warm, inviting smile reveals perfect teeth, radiating confidence and charm. His skin is smooth, with a healthy glow that speaks to his vitality. Altogether, he's the kind of boy who draws attention wherever he goes, a blend of innocence and allure. Quite the charmer, isn't he.?
He approached a man who stood tall and elegant, the epitome of refined grace. His black hair was neatly styled, adding to his polished appearance. Dark eyes, observant and intelligent, miss nothing in his surroundings. His perfectly tailored uniform fits him impeccably, enhancing his broad shoulders and lean physique. With every movement, there's a quiet confidence and efficiency that speaks of years of dedicated service. His demeanor is calm, composed, and courteous, always ready to attend to any need with a subtle, knowing smile. You'd almost swear he walked straight out of a classic novel.
Robert had been practicing with his father since morning "you did well, Master Robert" the butler told him handing over a face towel "Robert, tomorrow is when you will be instigated" his father said who seemed to be at his fifties. He was the one who came up with the idea that, whenever a person in faced with a death situation something inside the triggers and this enables them to learn abilities.