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Chapter 0: The Start of a Predicament
Date Published: October 17th, 2014
Some species are born with tranquil qualities, but humans, they, however, are born to just rub me the wrong way. I suppose, in a way, it was partly my fault for the situation I was in right now.
Nevertheless, I still blame this predicament I was in on the humans. After all, they were the ones who were assaulting my home right now.
Another loud explosion reached my ears and barely a split second after that noise, I felt the tremors. The beautiful tower—my home which I had cultivated with such dear feelings—was shaken by the explosion magic of the human mages.
I paid the brutal magical assault no heed though, for I was confident that my tower could take a massive beating.
As the saying goes, “out of mind, out of sight,” or was it the other way around?
Putting the situation out of mind, I focused on the task I was at hand before the assault began. I grabbed the herbal liquid mix that I had made myself and poured a few drops onto my green hair. Using my hands, I thoroughly saturated each strand of hair.
Chuckling softly to myself, I said to no one in particular. “Silky hair comes at a price.” I know, it was a weird quirk of mine, but when you are an all-powerful demon king, not many dared to strike up a conversation.
When I felt that enough time had passed for the herbal mix to work its magic, I dove into the large, hot bath from my standing position to cleanse myself. The water felt warm, relaxing, and tranquil, contrary to the noises the humans were making down below my tower.
Satisfaction sprouted from the depths of my mind as I finished my afternoon bath. It was soon cut short though when another barrage of explosion magic was shot forth from the mages in the human armies, which were camped right near my tower. The explosion must have been powerful to have shaken my tower even a little bit, most likely the result of dozens of human mages working in concert.
I clicked my tongue at the small annoyance. Seriously, what kind of person would wage war right at the doorstep of someone’s home when they were taking a bath?
It was at times like these that I wished I did not live such a solitary life. My humble tower, which was only about 100 meters tall, only accommodated me. An idea that I should kidnap a human and force her to serve as my maid did occurred to me, but that idea was instantly wiped out when I thought of the fear in their eyes when they saw me.
It wasn’t really fear of my appearance, per say, but rather, it was fear of my power. My magical prowess and physical capabilities were beyond the limits of what a human could achieve. Fear of the unknown and the supernatural was a familiar concept to humans, especially when I have inadvertently slaughtered thousands of humans. Mind you, it was purely accidental. I was just a young demon king exploring his powers back then, the sole survivor of my thought-to-be-long-dead race.
Another tremor occurred, except this time, it was larger in nature. My home shook violently and ripples in my bath were made. In a lackadaisical manner, I conjectured that it would only be mere minutes before the defenses of my tower were broken. Still, it was commendable that such an ill-prepared defense lasted that long against the battering magic of hundreds of human mages.
Just as I was preparing to leave the rectangular-shaped bath which could have most likely hold up to a hundred people, I saw and heard the loud collapse of the smooth marbled walls of my bathroom.
I was surprised for a split instant, wondering what could have penetrated the magic defenses of my tower before my estimated prediction.
My question was soon answered by a loud voice, feminine in nature.
“I am Silvia Ashrak, the second princess of the royal family of Ashrak, which rules over the kingdom Gernard! And I shall be taking your head as a tribute for my coming of age! Prepare yourself, Demon Lord!”
“…” Silence was my only response to her declaration to lop of my head. What had I ever done to earn the ire of this human? Sure, I may have killed a few thousand or so humans, but they were not even part of her kingdom. In fact, I was sure that population of humans were part of her rival kingdom to the east.
The large hole she had made in the wall soon sucked out the mists in the bathroom. When the self-proclaimed princess saw that the room had cleared, she jumped from her gryphon to enter through the hole.
“Show yourself, Demon Lord!” the princess yelled, scanning the room before her with pale, blue eyes. It was then that she saw me naked and upright in my bath, and a furious red blush, almost enough to overpower her long, glossy red hair, crept onto her cheeks.
“What is this? You depraved…exhibitionist!” she said, stammering out the last word.
I boldly locked my purple eyes with her own twin blues. “It is proper manners to not intrude when one is bathing, is it not, princess?”
She could not make a retort to my question and so just glared at my face, ignoring everything else, especially my nakedness. Her calm and challenging exterior soon returned to her.
“You do not look demonic at all, Demon Lord. I also did not expect you to look so young…”
“Rumors of my appearance being of a demonic nature has been greatly exaggerated. You humans just mistake it for my demonic stamina in bed.” I poked fun at her with that statement while entertaining a stoic expression.
Her cheeks reddened from my statement, which led me to suppose that she was just an innocent young princess, albeit a bit dangerous, I thought, looking at the sharp, white longsword she held effortlessly with one hand and the slim grey armor she wore.
This led me to believe that her slim appearance belied a strength that surpassed that of average humans. Also, there was the fact that she had penetrated the magic defenses of my tower.
As I climbed out of the bath, the princess averted her eyes. Having done so, I reached for the all-black attire I had prepared and slowly proceeded to dress myself in an unguarded fashion—I no longer sensed a malicious intent to kill from her.
I finished after a moment and turned back to the princess. “I am afraid I will have to decline your offer to take my head when I haven’t done anything to incriminate myself to such an offense.”
She looked disconcerted at my polite manners which did not befit the Demon Lord of her imagination, whom she had most likely made out to be a depraved slaughterer of uncountable humans.
Seeing that, I almost smiled wryly at her, but suppressed it.
The princess soon collected herself and shouted out an accusation to contradict my earlier statement. “I am extremely sure that suddenly materializing a 100 meters tall tower out of nowhere is a crime! Furthermore, you had the audacity to conjure it right at the center of our kingdom, right beside our castle.”
I patted my long, light green hair dry with a nearby black towel. “That...I have no excuses.”
Having spotted a chink in my armor of logic, she seized the moment. “Then I shall apprehend you and bring you before my father.”
“Can I just leave and take my tower with me?”
The princess furiously shook her head to convey a big negative. “As I said, I am to bring you before father since I have decided not to kill you, but will instead put you to trial for the lives you have taken.”
I was beginning to tire of this futile conversation with her and wondered what I was even doing speaking so politely to a human. The thought of killing her and the army she had probably led crossed my mind, but that thought soon lapsed as melancholy and an image of a pair of fearful eyes overwhelmed me.
I sighed softly to myself. Truly, in my nineteen years of solitary existence, I had only brought chaos, confusion and death to this unkind world.
Perhaps it was due to these feelings of possible repentance or perhaps it was due to the pair of fearful eyes that seemed to haunt me or perhaps it was due to this red-haired princess in front of me, I could not help but give in to her demands.
And perhaps the princess, feeling that I had given up, boldly walked toward me and stared right into my eyes as if to affirm something.
“I will have to cast you in chains and bind you with magic before I lead you to my father…Demon Lord,” she said, a little doubt creeping into her voice on whether she could bind me or not.
“Very well,” I said, putting up a pretense to satisfy her. I was sure that no magic could restrain me.
I did not realize it at that time, but this encounter with Silvia Ashrak, the second princess of whatever her kingdom was called, would be the start of my predicament—the start of troublesome times and perhaps something more.
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