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I Am Really Not The Demon Gods Lackey

Demonic Skeleton God

❗[Current Writing Contest-WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Fantas]❗ Flain grew up in a futuristic world. When he was born his parents didn't want him because he didn't live up to their expectations and so he ended up very badly. Flain was employed as a slave. He was forced to mine radioactive iron deep in the mines. It was drilled into his head that he existed only to obey orders. Young Flain was obedient. He doubted some of it but knew nothing else. For years, he never saw a single ray of light; light was only spoken of among the others as a legend. The routine was the same: in the morning, he would take a nutrient tablet and water. Then he would mine all day, sleep eight hours, and repeat. Flain worked like this from childhood until he was ten years old. He even found a friend, but that friend died of radiation poisoning right in front of Flain. Flain couldn't stop mining. He kept mining with tears streaming down his face. Before bed, Flain cried. "I will become the strongest. I will kill you all, and you will become my slaves." Flain stopped crying, stared blankly at the rocky ceiling, then looked ahead. A manic grin appeared on his face, one that would often adorn it from that moment on. At the age of ten, Flain was assigned to a military camp due to his endurance in the mines and his survival against radiation. In the camp, Flain was trained. The regime was much looser; he even had an hour of free time each day. However, Flain didn't make any more friends. Even during his free time, he trained with a smile. He would achieve his goal at any cost, even if it meant training himself to death. Experiments were conducted on Flain. He lost his hair, two long gray arms grew on his back, and a third red eye appeared. Flain became a mutant. Flain was then sent to war. He fought with sharp katabas. He performed quite well in the war, earning himself command of ten soldiers and becoming a small commander. But one day, everything changed. Flain then dies, is swallowed by darkness, and Flain refuses to die, thus appearing as a skeleton in a fantasy world.
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So Now Am The Demon ?

{WSA ENTRY 2025} "Really? So now I’m the demon? What a joke." A being stood in the void, radiating an aura so fierce it distorted reality itself. His malevolent form glittered in the abyss of nothingness, exuding an overwhelming presence. Space around him lay in ruins, torn apart by war. Wreckage of colossal battleships drifted aimlessly, while the massive corpses of fallen creatures floated in the endless expanse. His right eye, shimmering with a deep blue hue, seemed to embody time itself—wherever it gazed, time would freeze, accelerate, slow down, or even reverse. Its wavy aura pulsed with an eerie, undeniable power. His left eye, a swirling brown vortex, held the essence of space itself. It collapsed in on itself, revealing countless layers of existence, stretching far beyond the realm of the Zerothverse and into the unknown. He stood alone amidst trillions upon trillions of lifeless bodies—dragons, phoenixes, celestials, immortals, and beings of all races lay motionless, devoid of life. He was the only absolute existence in this vast expanse of emptiness. "You can still be good," they said. "There’s hope," they claimed… Hah! I thought only humanity was greedy, but you’re all the same. No matter your race, no matter your soul, your consciousness is tainted with the same selfish desires. His voice grew darker, colder, sending an unsettling chill through the void. "Maybe I had a choice once… but my only choice was death—a slow, agonizing death. And I… refuse to allow it." A wicked grin spread across his face as his aura surged violently. "I've always wanted to be the demon. A creature of chaos, born to thrive in war, to kill in agony. I am the perfect embodiment of destruction… I am the Demon. The annihilator of all things called ‘existence’!" His laughter echoed through the void as his aura erupted, consuming everything in its wake. The dead disintegrated into dust, stars exploded into nothingness, galaxies collapsed, universes crumbled, and entire multiverses vanished into the abyss. Even the vast emptiness of the Omniverse trembled before his will. And so, he stood alone—unchallenged, unshackled, and unrepentant.
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