Kapitel 58: Ch.58 Athlor's own death!
But all the spells he cast upon his own enemy, did nothing! At this display which all who worshipped Athlor would be awestruck, Rathlore yawned as he lazily sat on a black throne that emitted an aura that froze Athlor.
For this throne, all demonic nobility knew, belonged only, only to the true king of Hell! Built from a black star that the Great Demon King Kashiren had found until he became the ruler of Hell, this was his legendary throne that only a few saw.
"How do you, a descendant of Draycus have His throne?" Athlor said, spellbound by Rathlore who sat upon it.
"You truly are a pathetic god, Athlor. A demon, of nobility, might I add, posing yourself to others as one blessed by heaven, clawing for recognition by both sides. " Rathlore stated as he then smirked. "Yet your own hubris is your own undoing of your own self, because although you held your own demonic nobility over mine, your family's house was the weakest realm of hell. Yet you still do not recognize me, from mine own lineage? What a pity. "
Rathore said as his eyes flared deep purple as his own aura burst and crushed Athlor who on stood forcefully trying with all his might to stay upright as his eyes widened. For indeed, Rathlore own aura was greater than his own, one he trembled before as he then knew why his family had given their own riches and status to Draycus Arcoin who he himself labeled as an enemy.
They were the true royalty of hell, the Great Demon King Kashiren's own descendants. Lowering his own eyes, he smiled, beginning to laugh, as this fact destroyed what had created his own life; His own aura then bursted as he screamed into the sky, as his own body grew to ten feet tall, as two red wings grew out of his own body.
"A lie! You were never royalty!" Athlor snarled, unleashing multiple attacks with his own sword, unable to believe of this fact. As before like his own spells that did nothing, his own lineage weapon did nothing. Refusing that it did nothing, his anger increased as he swung even harder.
Until Rathlore grabbed the tip of it, and closing his own eyes, His full cultivation let loose, sending Athlor in circles, crashing into the wall in front of him. Tossing it away, he slowly walked towards his own father in law, who was dazed from this horrible fright, that he tried, truly tried, to convince himself that it was a dream; Yes, a horrible dream! As Rathlore stood above him, he looked away.
"As you, a demon of nobility, I sentence you to death; Eternal Death!" Rathlore uttered, as his own enemy became black flames, his bones disappearing into nothing as Rathlore turned and walked away.
Walking across the bloodied floor to Lizziana, Athlor's own wife, now widowed. Grabbing her own hand, he kissed it as he then pulled her closer towards himself, breathing in her intoxicated scent.
His eyes, now calmly looked upon her lovingly, forgetting of his own bride; who stood pouting and yet amazed as her own mother accepted him, and more lovingly than her own father, and from her father's own statement! As for her own sisters, they were killed by her father's own blade's force.
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Two days later, three announcements shattered Athlador; One, their own God-king was revealed to be a demon; Second, as it was revealed that Athlor was a demon, his wife was given the title of Empress by the new lords; Lastly, Rathlore and Athlador's eldest princess were officially married.
Indeed, Athlor's own kingdom that he had built to be one of the greatest empires of the world was conquered, leaving his own creation to his most hated enemy, James Arcoin. Truly, after this, Rathlore now ruled the entire world, or did he?
For a great eruption of heavenly auras suddenly shook the earth, leaving him to wonder who had descended from the higher realm.
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