In the desolate land of Hyeolma Jiyeon, a continent shrouded in perpetual blood fog, life was absent, and death reigned supreme. The barren land stretched endlessly, marked by crimson hues and devoid of vegetation. Above the darkened plains, ominous thunderclouds raged across the sky, their lightning illuminating the cursed terrain below with fleeting flashes.
Amidst this macabre scene, a colossal floating island loomed in the heavens. Upon this island stood an ancient castle, a structure of terrifying majesty. Its spires pierced the bloody horizon, and its walls emanated a suffocating presence that seemed to grip the very fabric of existence. Behind the castle, a blood-red eclipse hung in the sky, its eerie glow casting long, sinister shadows over the structure.
Inside the castle's vast hall, the throne room was steeped in darkness, save for the faint crimson luminescence of runes carved into the stone walls. At the far end of the hall sat the Supreme King, the Blood Demon, on a throne wreathed in dark energy and shadows. His presence alone could dominate the strongest wills, And below him sat the Five Kings on their respective thrones, each exuding an aura so formidable it could crush armies.
The Kings of Blood
The Vampyric Archon, first among the kings, stood with an air of superiority. His black eyes with crimson pupils scanned the hall with a calculating gaze. Draped in black and red robes, his silver hair fell elegantly over his shoulders, and his sharp teeth glinted as if perpetually ready to tear through flesh.
The Carnage Reaper, the second king, was a tall, gaunt figure, cloaked in a tattered robe that seemed to seep malice. His scythe, glistening with the blood of countless victims, rested against his shoulder. His aura exuded the stench of slaughter, making the air thick with dread.
The Sanguine King, the third, sat gracefully in her seat. Her sleek black dress, accented with crimson patterns, highlighted her regal figure. Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her horned crown shimmered faintly in the dim light. Yet, her beauty was cold and distant, a deadly allure that masked unfathomable power.
The Scarlet Abyss, the fourth king, reclined lazily on his throne, his fiery red hair and glowing eyes betraying the malice within. His black attire bore an air of casual elegance, but the bloody aura that surrounded him spoke of unspeakable carnage.
The Gore Sovereign, the fifth king, stood apart, his battle-worn uniform and massive broadsword marking him as a warrior without peer. His loyalty to the Supreme King was absolute, and his stalwart demeanor made him the most dependable of the five.
The Supreme King's Command
The hall trembled as the Supreme King's voice echoed like a death knell.
"How is the progress of the plan... The Gore Sovereign?"
The Gore Sovereign rose from his seat and knelt, his head bowed low.
"Everything proceeds as planned, Supreme King. We have secured six of the seven points, but there has been... movement at the seventh. The Hydra I dispatched has gone silent, and I can no longer sense its life force."
A cold silence fell over the room. Then, the Supreme King's aura flared, sending ripples of dark energy through the castle. The walls groaned under the pressure, and the floor cracked beneath the Gore Sovereign's knees.
"You disappoint me, Gore Sovereign. I entrusted this task to you because I had faith in your abilities. Do not test my patience—you know my time is limited."
The Gore Sovereign's voice trembled as he pressed his forehead to the ground, dark blood pooling beneath him from the immense pressure.
"I apologize, Supreme King. I will personally investigate and eliminate whatever threatens the seventh point."
Without another word, the Supreme King vanished from the throne, his presence fading like a receding storm. The oppressive energy dissipated, and the Five Kings allowed themselves to breathe again.
As the tension eased, The Vampyric Archon approached the kneeling Gore Sovereign, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"You've got some nerve to anger the Supreme King, Gore Sovereign. I wonder where that courage comes from. Hehe..."
The Gore Sovereign lifted his head, his glare sharp and unyielding.
"Shut up, you womanizing playboy. Get away from me, or I'll rip that pretty face of yours apart."
The Vampyric Archon's grin widened, his crimson pupils gleaming with malice.
"Oh, really? Then, by all means, try."
Their auras clashed violently, filling the hall with a suffocating darkness. The oppressive energies warped the air, and the walls of the castle groaned under the strain. Monsters outside the castle howled and fled in terror as the Kings' powers collided.
The Gore Sovereign, his expression fierce, began to push back against the Vampyric Archon's overwhelming aura. His battle-hardened will refused to falter. But after a tense moment, he withdrew his energy and stood, his voice cold and dismissive.
"Hmph. I have no time to waste on a playboy like you."
With that, the Gore Sovereign vanished, leaving the hall in silence.
The Vampyric Archon chuckled softly, shaking his head.
"Ah, he left. Well, I suppose I have more important matters to attend to as well. See you all around."
With a mocking glance at the remaining three kings, he too disappeared into the shadows.
The Sanguine King sighed, her voice soft yet filled with authority.
"They're always so eager to clash. One day, it will bring ruin to us all."
The Scarlet Abyss leaned back further in his seat, a lazy smile on his face.
"Let them fight. It's entertaining to watch. Besides, the Supreme King won't let it go too far."
The Carnage Reaper remained silent, his scythe resting across his knees. His hollow eyes stared into the distance, as though seeing far beyond the hall's confines.
As the tension settled, the castle returned to its oppressive stillness. Yet, beneath the surface, schemes and ambitions simmered, each King silently vying for favor and survival in the shadow of their Supreme King.
In the blood-soaked lands of Hyeolma Jiyeon, the winds carried whispers of looming chaos. The Supreme King's plans were nearing fruition, but the seventh point remained a mystery, a source of unease even for the mightiest of beings.
And in the darkness of the floating castle, the Five Kings prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, their rivalries and ambitions intertwining with the fate of their dread domain.