The Villain's Story



It was chaos. Demons ravaged the lands, seas, and skies.

Japan, once the center of the technology of the world was now being overrun with demons, hundreds of thousands…nay! Millions of demons swarmed the place. The attack was not on just one particular city or state but everywhere!

"Kill them!"

"Tatakae!"

The Japanese hunters and military were doing their absolute best to stop the invasion but they were outnumbered, their tech was destroyed in instants and their hunters were ganged up on and torn limb from limb.

The high skyscrapers, their marvels of technology were being brought down by massive behemoths and Balrogs climbed up some buildings and lay havoc from atop, unleashing their breath and unholy fire from above.

Hell rained down from above, as the people were unable to fight back.

Swarms of demons wreaked havoc, from the skies they released evil magic of great proportions, from the land they ripped apart every human alive, and from the seas they rose and surrounded Japan.

This was the end. Everyone thought…And this end had been brought by a single Duke.

A Duke-ranked demon, the one who lead this attack.

Towering over all mortal beings, it was a force of primal chaos, a living embodiment of infernal fury! It exuded an Aura of otherworldly majesty that struck both awe and fear into all that gazed at it's fiery visage. An aura that signified the coming of Death.

Clad in swirling and vibrant purple flames, this Balrog defied the conventions of elemental existence. Its vast form, encased in undulating, ethereal amethyst fire, revealed shifting patterns of mesmerizing hues - from deepest violet to radiant lavender, and every shade in between. The flames danced with elegant grace, concealing its immense frame like a cloak of cosmic energy, emphasizing the sheer enormity of its presence.

With each step, the earth quivered due to its immense weight, the ground caved in and all metal near it melted due to the heat of its flames.

ts eyes blazed with an eldritch intensity, piercing through the very souls of those who dared to confront it. All those that gazed at it had their souls sucked out, feeding it.

This was a monster…a Monster of unimaginable proportions!

It unfolded its massive, bat-like wings, whatever was left of the buildings beside it crumbled when those wings unfolded themselves. It roared. A roar so great it sent out a massive beam of chaotic energy toward the sky, it was as if it was an act to defy the very heavens themselves.

Its wrath unleashed such power that the air crackled, and a purple inferno swept the area, engulfing everything, and reducing it to ash. It seemed as if this Inferno would devour all. Japan would fall to the Inferno of the Duke-ranked demon General Azlan.

But suddenly, like a ray of hope, it appeared. A Massive crescent wave of mana surrounded by lightning from the skies.

It was ginormous, And it was headed towards Azlan. Azlan looked at it the attack that defiled his presence, and fired off a chaos blast at it.

The Blast and the wave of lightning collided, and the sky split.

The power hidden within those two attacks shook the heaven and earth.

[Who dares?]

Azlan's voice shook the earth, it contained such power that normal humans died from hearing it.

" I do, motherfucker!"

Arken descended from the skies, with his berserker sword and attacked Azlan.

[Weak.]

One word, and Arken was thrown to the side by the attacks of Multiple demons, Azlan's subordinates.

He crashed into multiple demons and stopped after he crashedd into a tank. The one who had appeared to fight the demon was thrown away soon Easily. But hope was not lost.

Tens of thousands of awakened appeared, from sky vessels. Armies of the other nations had arrived to help. Their aircraft filled the skies and showered golden beams of pure lead unto the demons.

It was like a beam of light, the demons in the skies were killed instanslty, only a special few survived.

[Nothing will change.]

Stated Azlan.

Japan would still fall.

"Really?"

Another voice was heard as a massive magic circle appeared in the skies. Azlan's eyes widened once he saw it.

[Elven Mag-]

But he was unable to complete his sentence, He, along with his army was bombarded with spears of light numbering thousnads in the skies. The higher ranked demons set up barriers to protect themselves and their subordinates.

[A Human using Elven magic…Now that's something I thought I'd never see…]

Azlan looked at the Human who casted the magic. Oliver, clad in his mana armament looked like a god, The pure blue mana around him spoke volumes of his strength. He began casting another spell.

[You came alone? Fool-]

However, He was interrupted by yet another attack. This time from a Spearman. He subconciosuly avoided the attack when he sensed a disturbing aura from the Weapon.

Hiroto Mitsuki had also appeared.

"He's not alone bitch."

His words were followed by another rain of spears, and then a buff which helped the other awakened gather themselves.

[Stop him.]

Azlan ordered. His subordinates rushed at Oliver in the sky, But those demons were intercepted by Arken, Who wreaked havoc as he enjoyed bathing in their blood.

Oliver continued to cast buffs, and numerous other S-ranked Hunters appeared in order to help.

Things were looking better for Japan, as the other countries sent their reinforcements.

Azlan observed the surroundings and ordered.

[All of you go and help the lower soldiers.]

He ordered his subordinates to go and help the lower ranking demons, they were still a part of his army.

"What about you my liege?"

"Will you be okay brother?"

His second in command and his younger brother asked respectively.

Azlan just increased the intensity of his flames and responded.

[Fret not…I will join you soon. It seems these three are the strongest here.]

His subordinates began moving.

[Go, I will not tolerate failure.]

"Yes, My Liege."

His subordinates marched ahead to fulfill their tasks, and Azlan protected them from the attacks of the Golden trio whilst they went.

"Your that confident huh?!"

"..."

Arken roared while Oliver and Hiroto remained quiet. Oliver casted another spell and Hiroto readied his spear.

In response, Azlan said.

[Come.]

He ordered them to attack, It was as if he not afraid of the 3v1.

Yes, he was not…because…

ℌ𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥.