"Look at my world below. So chaotic and thriving, teeming with monsters and awaiting my command."
It burned with violence and corruption.
Tall cloud-piercing dragons swarmed everywhere and unleashed its hot scorching breath towards the helpless civilization down below. The frightful cries of the people reached no one as devouring black smoke enveloped the entirety of the continent.
A man covered in dark armor with long black hair and sharp blue eyes grabbed an obsidian pitchfork with the might of a warrior.
He slowly lifted it up and for a moment that felt like forever, unleashed a wave of red lightning bolts across the sea of ash and flames, smiling with a look of pride as he witnessed mountains crumble before him.
"All ye who enter my world shall crumble before me as I erect my prosperous and glorious spire. It will be magnificent and divine, watching as I conquer all civilizations!"
Devilish demons with wings the size of trees dive down below, plunging and gouging innocent civilians with their piercing arms, burning once prosperous villages into a faulty crisp. The air thickened with the smell of pungent mucus, darkness, wrath, and envy. And the man who made his own obsidian crown unleashed a wave of embers before throwing his wings and soaring across the field of triangle-mountains and debris.
(5 Years Later…)
Atop a tall charcoal black peak, within the glorious crimson wilds and outskirts of the hellish land, rests an seemingly never-ending spire towering through the clouds. It was encircled by a deadly black mist that enveloped all the once "prosperous" lands into his own.
After the success that was the conquering of the entire world, The Demon Lord initiated his next phase. To bring about chaos and disorder to his new world.
Where flames will topple mountains and extinguish the burning sparkles of hope.
Where sin rules and all long over for the curses the Demon Lord had sent.
A world utterly transformed just by his sheer will and power.
His two gleaming black horns popped out of his head, his once soft skin burned and fleshed out to a gleaming crimson, with his eyes melting over to a dark crimson color. Glancing over to the army of monsters that stood before him, The Demon Lord stepped out and with one swing of his pitch-fork, commanded the army.
"Destroy every piece of life in this world. Only nothing shall remain."
(50 Years Later…)
Fire, steaming lava, and dragons all wandered the unified world, threatening and forging out weapons and darkness from the deepest depths of the cruel, crimson world.
After several decades of conquering, The Demon Lord established his own kingdom, spreading about cities across every corner. Volcanos spewed and flew out into the sky, unleashing meteors to take care of the last humans. Technology significantly increased as the demons stole humanities' ideas and exploited it for their own gain.
Yet, even though The Demon Lord successfully unified an entire planet just from his magic alone, there was one race who went against everything.
"The Succubae."
Lustful, crazed, and deviant humanoid monsters who only cared for one thing, to leech away on the weak. Whether it was from putrid behaviors or tearing off one's organs, all they wanted was power. Beings who were so deceitful, so ferocious, and evil, that not even their perfect appearances could redeem themselves.
And even though the race of The Succubae WAS weak among the others, one fatal mistake was made from the almighty Demon Lord that cost the fate of his glorious civilization.
His underestimation.
In a surprise attack, The Demon Lord saw not just five wings, not eight, but millions of flapping wings approaching among the crimson, burning horizon of the tainted sea of darkness. Not even his power could overcome the sheer size of The Succubae.
"Everyone dwelling within my lands, I order each and everyone of you to attack those wretched betrayers!"
The Demon Lord's glowing crimson eyes watched as a sea of monsters, dragons, devils, spiders, and others flooded through the stream of Succubae, tearing and pulverizing one Succubus at a time. The mangled roars and screams hindered complete weakness among The Demon Lord's army, noticing that tens of thousands of the creatures fragmented from a gleaming yellow luminance.
"What?!"
Another mistake was made by the almighty Demon Lord.
What he had not known was that the race of The Succubae found an ancient relic that granted immense power to cleanse the evil of the world.
It was a holy object made by humans, encased in water several depths below the surface, just in case an event like this were ever to occur.
Unfortunately for the humans though, they couldn't grab the relic in time of The Demon Lord's invasion, thus leaving the weakest race of the demons, The Succubae, to harvest and harness full control of the relic's power.
And that's what caused The Great Fall of The Demon Lord's Empire.
In a vicious swarm, The Demon Lord watched as The Succubae descended upon his world and annihilated everyone that wasn't their race. His eyes shared both fear and confusion, grabbing his pitch-fork and soaring toward The Succubae to intervene with them. A golden, pensive hazy light gleamed among the storm of Succubae,
"TRAITORS!"
All Succubae laughed at his foolishness, swarming around him and battering the living hell of The Demon Lord's presence. Although he could launch swift and world-crumbling attacks straight from his pitch-fork, The Demon Lord was helpless either way noticing that his magic was getting sapped up from The Succubae.
"Weak!"
The Demon Lord watched as he saw all Succubae from both genders, sap away and drain him of his powers and life. His crimson eyes leered over in defeat, seeing The Succubae purge his empire with a lethal yellow light, slaughtering millions of his servants. At this moment, all he could hope for was to end every one of The Succubae's Lives.
"CURSE YOU ALL!"
And then suddenly, just as The Succubae sapped almost all of his magic away, as the mountains crumbled once again and surrendered to the new race, a wingless Succubus crawled up to The Demon Lord, holding a gleaming white ball in her hand.
Her hair was as dark as night, eyes chipped of dark gray, and her skin was as pale and plastered as The Demon Lord's. She whispered while the ball gleamed a bright luminance.
"Now that you have brought upon terror upon my race, I now seek vengeance and claim your world as my own. Your laws are meaningless to us Succubae! Just wait and see for what our world has to offer."
The Demon Lord's blood boiled with an unimaginable wrath, feeling his body get encased in rock.
"Traitors! You damn bastards know nothing of my true power! You hear? When I awaken from this slumber, I WILL KILL YOU ALL!"
All the Succubae laughed again, flapping their wings in excitement and mocking him.
"As if… just look at you and your weak armor."
"Aww, now look who's the one crying…"
"Sweet dreams…"
After that, as the last hints of sunlight was sealed away from the solid rock that encased him, our once powerful Demon Lord was forced into a long, thousand year slumber.