Everyone knew the first Demon King was a Minotaur. The children's stories said it as though it were a simple fact, repeated so often that no one questioned it anymore. Yet the truth behind how a Demon King came to exist at all was a different story.
That Minotaur had once been nothing special.
He was not born mighty, nor clever, nor blessed. He was merely a wild demon roaming the demon regions, weak even by their cruel standards. Other demons mocked him, hunted him, and used him as a living reminder of what it meant to fall behind. When they finally grew tired of torment, they decided to erase him altogether. Broken, bleeding, and trampled into the ash-covered ground, the Minotaur lay waiting for death.
It was on that very night that the sky changed.
