Here Comes The King Of The Underworld นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They looked frightening, armed with long sabers. In the middle of the hall was a black throne, on top of which sat a burly man. The man was wearing a black and gold dragon robe. He had a pair of sharp eyes that could see through all the good and evil in the world. It was the king of the underworld, the King of the Dead. The black shadow who brought Chester along with him to the hall knelt on the ground respectfully and spoke to the King of the Dead, "His Majesty, I just caught a dying person on the Soul Offering Road."

he was in pure rage he swing his sword and blood was in sword fall over king king start shivering and his mind was blank and he don't know where he is velliam look at king with his cold eyes and then velliam fall on ground velliam telepotat him to demon dimension it was place which is just never existed. king and velliam are just in each other mind and demon was just connecter between them king was confused when he get back to his sense he look into ground. land was bright and white color and sky is dark. when he look front.

Paul asked coldly, his eyes narrowing. "It used to be," I said softly. Paul stared at King. "He doesn't smell like Neratomay. But…he's not human either." "No," I said. "King was created in the Underworld. It makes him unique." "You mean he's a demon." Paul closed his eyes and shook his head. "Unbelievable." "He's not a demon," I said. "There's more to the Underworld than demons and evil spirits. We're not talking about heaven or hell. We're talking layers of this earth—layers that humans don't see."

“Perfect. Thank you, Kai.” “Now, where do I go to start my training?” He asked excitedly. “It’s far from here. Have you ever heard of a place called the Underworld?” His eyes widened. “Yes, but how do I get there? Better yet, how did you come from there? Are you a demon?” He asked him. No fear seemed to come from him, just curiosity. “No, I am not a demon, Kai. I am Balthazar, the king of the Underworld.” I was expecting him to look at me in fear. I was sure he had heard the stories of me. But instead, he looked disappointed.

she said biting her lower lip. "You will go afterwards; that's not a problem; instead of going around looking for him, I will tell you where he is myself," he stated. "How do you know where he is?" Lucinda questioned. "Excuse me, I am the king of the underworld." He said, and she smiled. His massive black trident, which was surrounded by lightning, appeared in his hand. He hit the edge of the trident on the floor, and three demons came out of the ground carrying a red coffin. They bowed their heads in respect as they saw them.

I whispered to Athena, now being utterly aware of the large room full of people and species I had only read about. “Those are demons. You find them here in the Underworld that serve their King, the father of the baby. “Hades.” My mouth opened to ask another question, but a woman, assuming the mother, Parisa, was standing at the top of a grand staircase decorated with gold, silver with hints of red and black. My hand tightened around Athena as Parisa stood by the intimidating, slightly scary looking King of the Underworld holding a tiny baby.

If Clay weren't suppressed by the Wolfsbane still working its way out of my system, he would have come forward in response to the amount of power pouring off him. His ice blue eyes found mine, the corner of his mouth turning upwards as if he had read my thoughts. And for a second, I believed that might be entirely possible. "Some call me Balthazar. A select few call me Balt. But I am best known in most worlds as the King of the Underworld." He stated. I waited for the other shoe to drop like this was a joke. The guy couldn't seriously believe he was Satan or some shit; this was a comic book or some marvel movie. This was reality. But it didn't come, and the look in his eyes told me he actual

He wears his outfit, delicately crafted with black diamonds illuminating a halo around his flaming curls, his hand trembling as it points to my smaller seat on the other side of his father, who wears the matching crown of the king of the underworld. As he advances toward the miniature throne, carved from white poplar wood, I sit cautiously, undressing my dress as my father holds my hand. His palm is calloused but warm. I smile, but he gives me a serious look and my brows furrow immediately. I'm not bothered by my confusion, Mom waves at me and then addresses the guests. "Family and friends, I'm so happy to be back in the underworld realm towards Spart. Now, I congratulate you on your new pri

But, they fell into silence when the announcer held his mic again and started to speak. “From the side of our revered demon kings, we have our beloved Lord of the flies. He is one of the supreme rulers of Underworld; one of the powerful Archdemons to ever exist in face of Creation. The gods and goddesses refer to him as a dangerous existence which is his name only is enough to inflict fear among these gods. Actually, he hardly needs an introduction because everyone knows him. He is no other than, King Beel-ze-bub!” the announcer loudly stated, emphasizing the name of the fearsome demon king. He moved his right hand, pointing to the entrance of the arena.

In the underworld.. King Yama’s throne room was as dark and oppressive as ever, the flickering green flames casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. The stench of the underworld was thick in the air, a mix of decay and the weight of countless souls that wandered in its depths. It was the scent of miasma. King Yama, with his imposing figure and sharp features, sat behind his grand throne, buried in his endless work. His eyes glinted with the weight of authority as he surveyed the procession of souls before him.