Demon King

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Chapter 1: A Story Worth Telling

(cuts to a boy running in a forest at night.)

Boy: Man I’m late. I hope he doesn’t rat me out to my father. (As he gets closer he notices that there is fire coming from the direction his family manor is.) What the hell! (He runs faster and reaches his family manor that is filled with several medium sized houses and one large “castle” like house that is completely in blaze. He notices people screaming and falling from the flames.)

???: *clap* *clap* *clap* (A teenage boy is clapping from atop of a house.) Oh don’t worry old friend I didn’t rat you out. But I am a bit sad that you came so early though because the real show begins now. *snap* (A few men walk over to the unknown boy carrying two people along with them.) Now please tell me what you think of our performance!

Boy: NOOO! (The boy wakes up on the ground near a campfire.) Damnit, this is going to be ****ing with my head till the day I die. Oh well I guess since I’m up I should start walking. (He walks away and while he is walking the campfire goes out.)

(The dark skinned teenager is dressed in an oversized blue jacket with a high raised collar. He has over sized blue pants on as well. He is carrying a huge sword on his back)

[The next day]

(The boy is walking into a desert and baron town with broken down one-story buildings.)

Boy: Man I am tired of walking. Hmmm I don’t see any merchants either. (He walks over to every window and shakes his head.) How can there be nobody here? (He continues walking.) This is supposed to Vitense Town.

(A man in his early 20’s with red hair, one side cut short and the other side wild and unkempt, appears in front of the boy wearing a green muscle shirt and black army pants.)

Man: A boy from where are you from?

Boy: Like I will tell you.

Man: You look nice and ripe, would you like to come into my house? ( He points to wore down house that was even more worn down than the others.)

Boy: Hm I didn’t check that one yet but your face screams “rapist” so I will have to decline.

Man: Ha-ha bad choice (snaps his fingers and 20 men come out). Haha kids are always fun to me. You see I am leader of the Blue Swords Gang, Polity and we don’t like kids who talk bac-

(Boy walks past them)

Polity: That’s it kill that damn kid!

(Two gang members charge at the boy)

(Boy turns his head and kicks both of them back a few feet back.)

Polity: The hell? You weaklings! How could you get beaten by a kid?!

Boy: (Sighs) Man I hate fighting losers. My name is Hima Himura from Teracavel. If you value your lives than leave me alone.

Polity: HAAAAA funny how a boy can try to scare down a man! (Charges at Hima)

Hima: Fine I think I’ll give you roses for your funeral

(Polity punches at Hima)

(Hima catches it as if it was nothing)

(Hima tries to kick Polity)

Polity: HAAA Your out of you league. (He catches it than punches Hima to the ground)

Hima: (Gets up) I can tell you not a normal fighter. (Takes hands out of his pockets) You see I always start fights with only using my legs to test out how powerful they are. Then I adjust to where I see fit.

Polity: Ah I see, you were just testing me. Another bad mistake.

(Hima looks down at his jacket and notices that it is starting to deteriorate and throws his jacket away to the side.)

Hima: What? Wait, you’re not a regular demon are you?

Polity: HAHA nope I’m a blessed demon. Are you afraid now kid?

Hima: (Cracks a smile) No, I’m not. (Flames sprout from Hima’s hands)

Polity: Just as I thought, there could be no way that you could have beaten my men and blocked my punch otherwise. You’re a Flame Demon.

Hima: Ya good to know that I can go all out. But what is your power? I have never seen it before.

Polity: (holds up a rock and melts almost instantly) I have the power of acidic deterioration. I can melt anything at will.

Hima: Wow that’s cool. (Hima’s flames get bigger and he disappears)

Polity: Where the hell did he go?!

(Hima appears behind him ready to attack.)

Hima: Behind you.

Polity: ACID COUNTER!

(Acid pours out in all directions hitting the rest of Polity’s men, killing them.)

Hima: (Looking shocked he disappeared again.) I see I can’t touch you. Ha-ha well than I guess that I can show case one of my moves to you. (Hima appears and starts charging at Polity)

Polity: It’s useless.

(Hima starts circling polity at increasing speed then flames erupt from his hands into a tornado around Polity)

Polity: What are you trying to do?

Hima: PYRO TORNADO!

(A column of flames erupt with Polity inside it getting burned by all sides.)

(Hima glides down to the ground.)

(Polity gets up partially scorched.)

Polity: Ha that was fun kid. Now I know that I can fight you without holding back. (Disappears.)

(Hima anticipates Polity to attack.)

Polity: (Appears from atop of Hima.) ACID FANG!

Hima: (Aarrowly dodges it and slides away.) All right Zen I’m going to need to use your power in order to beat this guy. (He pulls out his huge sword.)

Polity: (shocked) What? You’re going to use that sword against my acid? HAHA that has to be one of the most desperate moves I have ever seen!

Hima: I wouldn’t be making fun of Zen like that, he gets mad. Actually he is one of the Mihashiranokami or Three Gods that were scattered around Emon.

Polity: Oh ya I did here about three powerful swords. But the version I heard was that they were as huge as skyscrapers. Haha nice try kid. (he charges at Hima)

Hima: (sighs) Go easy on him Zen.

Polity: ACID FANG!

(Hima swipes it away with a slash from his sword)

Polity: (shocked) The hell?! I how that happened?

Hima: BLAZING SLASH! (Hima does a slashing motion and a beam of the slash charges at Polity while on fire.)

Polity: Damn there is not enough time to move. ACID FANG! (He catches the slash and narrowly deflects it.) (pant) (pant) Hey kid (pant) why didn’t you use this power at beginning of this fight?

Hima: Like I told you before I watch my opponent and change my fighting style where I see fit. *Man that last attacks wasted way too much denergy, I better finish him off right now*

Polity: *I can only do acid claw four times a day, I’m at my limit so I better finish him before I get any weaker.* Hey Hima.

Hima: What?

Polity: Let’s say you and me finish this off huh?

Hima: That’s fine with me I was getting tired of looking at you anyway.

Polity: (charges acid in his hand)

Hima: (charges fire in his hand)

Polity: (charges at Hima) FINAL ACID FANG!

Hima: (finishes charging then put his right arm back having his palm face away from them then a burst of flame sprouts out sending Hima forward while flames sprout from his left hand)

Polity: DIE!

Hima: HEAT DRIVER! (Fire erupts from his hand in a powerful blaze and deflects Polity’s Acid Fang and goes straight to his chest)

(Hima falls to the ground out of breathe)

Hima: (Pant) (Pant) Man that wasted a lot of my Denergy (Pant)

(A fallen and scorched Polity weakly gets up)

Polity: (Pants) It seems that you have wasted most of you Denergy right now (Pants) (Pants) I am way to weak to even melt sand. I respect your guts of goin against me. I won’t kill you…..yet.

(Polity falls)

Hima: (Pants) (Pants) (weakly talks) I have to find a way to get out of here.

(Hima passes out)

(Hima wakes up nose-to-nose with an old woman dressed in old purple and white clothes that people would usually wear back in the 1910’s.)

Hima: Where am I?

Old Woman: Young men these days no manners. I’m treating the wounds you suffered with Polity wounds.

(Hima has a shocked expression on his face.)

Hima: You know Polity?........Wait so you picked me off of the ground and dragged me all the way to this crappy-*** place?

Old Woman: (Hits him on the head.) Ha ya I know him. I used to take care of him back when he got beat up by those street gangs. Oh and by the way my name is Rouba and this place is the only place that I will stay at.

Hima: And why is that?

Rouba: (blushes.) Because my husband built it with his bare hands.

Hima: *Awkward* So what? I can do that.

Rouba: That’s not the point he was a wood demon and an excellent carpenter. He would spend day and night working on this house. That was until he died.

Hima: (Looks around.) Ya but it is still a crappy-*** place.

(She hits him on the head, hard enough to make blood sprout from his mouth)

Hima: Ow. I’m sorry.

Rouba: (Smiles.) Such a polite young man.

(Rouba turns and goes to her sink washing dishes and then turns around to see Hima getting out the bed and walking to the door)

Rouba: Where the hell do you think your going?

(Rouba throws a pot at Hima’s head)

Hima: Ow.

Rouba: Get back in bed! You need your wounds to heal!

Hima: Sorry I can’t rest yet. (Cracks a smile) Not until I kill a certain person and become Demon King.

Rouba: (has a shocked expression on face but then turns to a smile) Oh really? And what will you do if you do become Demon King?

Hima: (serious face) I am going to unite the human realm and the demon realm.

Rouba: (Chuckles) Oh that is a pretty high level dream that you got there.

Hima: (Holds up clenched fist) No, its not but I will need to get more powerful.

Rouba: You’re right on that one. You barely beat Polity when he wasn’t even trying.

Hima: (Shocked face) *Man what other demons will I run into?*

Rouba: You remind me of my late husband. He would always fight even to the point of exhalation. Always coming home covered in blood late at night asking me to “fix” him up.

Hima: What happened to him?

Rouba: He died from a lack of Denergy. Denergy is the life force for demons, when it runs out your dead.

Hima: (grabs jacket and sword and turns head) Thanks (leaves through door)

[END of CHAPTER]

[Rideouter]

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[Mavin Maverick]

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[Leader Desslock]

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