Ba-ba-ba-DOOM!
"Arghh!!" Sakaar slamd both hands against his head, clutching it tightly as his face twisted in agony beneath the tallic mask. His body convulsed violently as if every fiber of his being were on fire. His three hearts pounded against his chest with excruciating force, each beat like a hamr striking from behind, as though invisible blades had been driven into them all at once.
Then-bam-he fell to one knee, staggering from the soulshock.
Step.
Leosar moved deliberately, each step asured, slow yet heavy with purpose, until he was directly in front of Sakaar. He lowered himself down gracefully until his height matched that of the kneeling King. His single, radiant silver eye glinted as it pierced through the tallic mask, unwavering and sharp, burning with intensity.
"... You exaggerate far too much. You've claid countless tis that you are not my father, yet you go to extres in how you pressure , how you try to control , how you seek to dominate my every move."
His gaze slowly traveled upward, staring down from below with the precision of a predator analyzing its prey.
"Who exactly do you think you are-to restrict like this, to dictate who I may et, and where I may go? Just because you chose to keep alive, you believe you have the right to manipulate , to move around like a toy, a puppet on a string, bending my will to your own? Do you truly think that giving life grants you ownership over it?"
He tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on the edge of his lips, though his eye burned with contempt.
"You forbid from Kaylforn because you claim he 'exploits my strength... How laughable. And yet, do you not keep alive for the very sa reason? Do you believe I am naive enough to think you protect out of love, or because you consider of your bloodline? Perhaps I am nothing more than an experint to you, a living resource you plan to consu once I have grown, to see if it nourishes your wretched hunger. That is how your petty, bloodthirsty race thinks-the plague-ridden breed that deserves annihilation!"
"...!!!"
Sakaar lifted his head in sharp pain, the agony etched deeply across his features under the helt.
"Stay away from the King!!"
"I knew nothing good would ever co from that abomination!"
"Kill him!!"
In an instant, the horde responded. Workers, guards, females, and younglings alike erupted from every tunnel, every pit, every gate. They surged toward Leosar in overwhelming numbers, a living, crimson wave of teeth and claws. None of them truly understood their own impulses. Was it loyalty to their Monarch driving them, or sheer hatred for Leosar? The answer was irrelevant- the outco was unavoidable.
Finally, that thing would pay. It had dared to attack their King.
"Hmph! Must I even justify myself to a horde of lowly, insignificant creatures like you?!"
Leosar straightened, standing tall once more. His gaze swept the battlefield slowly and thodically, each movent of the crimson monsters around him processed in perfect clarity. To his mind, every single one moved in slow motion. Every step, every twitch, every reflex could be predicted. He calculated dozens of simultaneous traps-how to stop each one individually without breaking a sweat-and yet, a real escape wasn't even necessary. Not now, not after attacking the King.
"/Kill./"
Leosar's single eye narrowed into a sharp slit, the silver iris glowing with lethal precision.
Hoooo~
A circle of pure, blinding silver power erupted from his eye, expanding rapidly outward in a wave of overwhelming force, spreading for dozens of ters in all directions.
Poff- Poff
Every Demon touched by the circle collapsed instantly, the life within them extinguished in an instant. Limbs fell lifeless, bodies crumpled, and the air was filled with the silence of death.
"Aah!!"
A female Demon froze just before crossing the boundary of the silver field. She could neither see it nor sense it, but her instincts-the faint remnants of her spiritual awareness-warned her of the dozens who had already fallen. Driven by curiosity, she hesitated and extended one claw forward, desperate to feel what her senses could not detect.
Poff.
It was enough. The touch alone sealed her fate. She crumpled to the ground
imdiately.
"Haaahh~"
Leosar spread his arms wide, embracing the chaos he had unleashed. He hugged himself tightly, his grin stretching wide across his peculiar, inhumanly handso face.
"I haven't had a al this satisfying in days!!"
His gaze swept across the remaining Demons, a flash of malevolent joy in his
eye.
"You walking plates... heed . I will not expand this field further, for one
reason only: I refuse to waste more of my power on the likes of you. Do not cross this boundary. Stay where you are, and let finish my words to your King without distraction!"
After that statent, hundreds -no, thousands of Demons erupted into an overwhelming cacophony of shouting, cursing, and furious threats. The air vibrated with their rage, echoing through every corridor and chamber of the Underground City. So of them rushed off to fetch other Demon Kings for reinforcents, their claws scraping the walls, their voices carrying urgency
and fear.
But Leosar ignored them all completely. Every shout, every curse, every threat passed over him like wind over a mountain peak. He returned his focus to Sakaar, bowing slightly in a controlled, deliberate gesture of acknowledgnt.
"I apologize for the interruption earlier. Where were we?"
"....." Sakaar lifted his head slowly to face the white Demon. His silver eye glead beneath his mask, sharp and unyielding. Then, in a voice that carried over the din of the city and demanded attention, he spoke.
"Do you truly understand... the consequences of your actions, Leosar?"
Leosar furrowed his single brow, his horn casting a small shadow across his pale forehead. He had asked the question rhetorically, reminding himself of the response he had prepared. The King should not be able to speak freely under such circumstances-especially after the lethal display he had just unleashed. "Yes, yes, I understand perfectly," he said, his voice calm but charged with underlying power. "You have grown exceedingly arrogant as King of the Demon Kings. I must explain my situation to you-on my own terms, in my own way." "Explain... to ?" Sakaar's voice rose sharply, tinged with disbelief and
authority.
"You dare attack after everything I've done for you?!"
"You haven't done anything for except shield my back with words," Leosar
snapped, his voice rising to a shout that cut through the chaos around them. "What hardships have you endured for ? Over the past century, you left alone far more than you were present. Do you even know what I've suffered? I had to fight every day, just to survive!!"
Then, in a fluid, terrifying motion, he reached out and struck Sakaar across the
face-bam!
"Why do you overestimate yourself so greatly? You believe you can dictate life and death with a re word. Who do you think you are? Clearly, I am a being higher and stronger than you. Why should I obey your orders?" Leosar lifted his head slightly, the single silver eye burning with intensity and defiance.
"But do not misunderstand . Even though your motives were suspicious, even though your actions have often frustrated , you did save . And for that, I will not kill you... yet. But mark this day, King-we are setting new rules
today!"
"This..." Sakaar exhaled slowly, his chest rising as he steadied his voice. "This is... remarkably generous of you."
A wide, almost feral grin spread across Leosar's face. His pale teeth glinted in the dim light of the underground corridors, a mixture of excitent and cruel anticipation in his eyes as he moved to push Sakaar's hear towards the ground. "Hmph. Just because you saved my precious life, I will forgive yours, and leave you in a high position. But starting today, I will be the true-argh!!" Suddenly, his words were cut off. His single eye widened to its limit as he grabbed his throat in a reflexive motion-but it was too late. Between his fingers, fffff, a torrent of blood erupted.
Bam! Leosar's legs trembled violently before collapsing to his rear. His single
eye, the one that had dared to stare down the King, shook uncontrollably, wide with terror and disbelief.
In a fraction of a second, Sakaar's hand shot forward with lethal precision. His movents were blindingly fast, almost imperceptible.
Leosar was slaughtered before he could even perceive what was happening. His body crumpled under the overwhelming power, utterly incapable of reacting. "...What an aggravatingly potent display of raw will," Sakaar muttered, standing and brushing off the dust from his knees. He stepped forward, bending slightly, and extended his hand to grasp Leosar's right hand.
"I let you play a little, to see what you had to say, but you have pushed too far.
Far beyond what I would tolerate."
Crack
The King's grip tore his right arm from his shoulder with terrifying force, and
the pain made him shriek even louder.
"Arghhh-ggggggghhh!!!" Leosar scread, the sound echoing through the stone corridors like the roar of a wounded beast.
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