Novel & Cerita Rise Of The Demon King

The hall immediately got clouded with pin-drop silence as the King was about to make the announcement. "First of all, I would like to express my heartily welcome to all the Kings, Queens, Prince, and Princesses of different kingdoms for gathering here and celebrating my son's crowning ceremony. As you all know my son Zachary, the Demon of Wrath aka the most powerful and dangerous Demon of the entire Demon World has grown up mature and more tenacious. My health is also gradually ebbing away so I think it's time for me to deliver all my responsibilities to my precocious son. So thereby, I declare Zachary as the new King of Hell and Lord of all the Demons".

Phantom stopped him with his hand, then lowered his head and whispered to the old man, "Especially a great demon king like you." “The place where desire arises is where greed arises. We're all demons that absorb spiritual energies like this to survive, aren't we? Phantom, you are the person I respect the most in ten thousand years, and also the most powerful female demon king of the seven great demon kings. Do you still expect that Leo to marry you?” “Don't use those words to insult me, sir. I won't be swayed by those cheap words." Phantom smiled smugly, looking away so as not to focus on the old man.

Some warriors tried to dodge the flying blades and arrows, but they couldn't stop it from bruising them. King Warrick got furious and stood straight. "Let me handle it." he spoke angrily, then the wind blew furiously. Everyone stepped backwards but still careful not to step in the traps. Slowly, the King of the Demon transformed into his demon form. He's a huge demon with two big horns in its forehead and a tail. A dark aura surrounded the King, which absorbed the energy from the dead warriors around the forest. The Demon King is now 35 feet tall. He's now a giant and his face darkened when he saw the commotion in the fifth mountain. He's surprised to see a lot of beasts fighting with their

24 hours later Capital Daemonum Regnum,Demon Kingdom The sun was dim outside, the vociferation of the greetings for the new Demon King was sounding everywhere outside, and the devil tree, Alstonia scholaris, stood outside as silent as ever, not its leaves of course — they were dancing to their heart's content, assisted by the howling gales. The villa of the Demon King was, immaculate, this whole procedure from moping to making it more tidier, was taken out by the Demon King's butler, Fidelis , Servus De Fidelis. The door of the villa opened, welcoming the dim sunlight inside of the villa, illuminating a coruscating kaleidoscope of dazzling brightness. And a well proportioned young man in his

The man stepped out of the darkness and into the light. Arabella jerked her head up to look at him. Blood red eyes stared back at her. She hitched a breath, a shocked gasp escaped her lips. He was a demon! He was a freaking demon! He corked his head to the side as he looked at her. "I see you do not recognize me nor my voice. Perhaps it is because we have never met." Arabella swallowed hard. The demon in front of her was an elderly one, who reminded her of her master's father, the demon king.

I heard a man’s voice nearby and I speculated that he’s a threat. “Who the hell are you?!” I stood up without any hesitation though I might get killed and asked him directly. “My name is Lucifer Denville, and I’m the demon king. And you’re Emerald Greenfield, my lovely bride,” he simply lowered his head. My eyes widen as I got to view a tall man with long black silky hair, white skin, red flaring eyes whose wearing a long black coat with golden chains around him. “H-How did you know my name?” I trembled.

“Without the ability to love, or to feel love or empathy for anyone. They say that is how I took the throne… and how I kept it.” Lyria watched him closely. He did not sound like a man repeating gossip. He sounded like someone stating a truth he had long accepted. “Then you believe you have no heart?” A faint smile touched his lips. “I am the Demon King, after all.” He said it lightly, almost as if it were a joke. But it did not feel like one. Everything she had heard about the Demon King had been shaped by fear and exaggeration, distorted through the mouths of others, yet the man standing before her did not resemble the monster of those stories.

Rain opened the huge mahogany doors with all her strength and in stepped my grandmother, Cecelia Von Speltsper. Lady Cecelia, or grapy, as I liked to call my grandmother, was the woman who found me. She said she had been out riding when a ray of light fell from the sky and there I was. I don’t know if that story was true or if it was made up to cover my origin as a hybrid, but she was the one who discovered I had the mark of a phoenix on my back and that I was to be the next Demon King. Lady Cecelia was King at the time and none of her five sons and two daughters had the mark.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

The Hyenas, the mountain Elves, the gnomes, and even humans who have had encounters with demons were there all dressed up. The sun was up as usual and it was even as if nothing has happened. A few months back he had fought with the demon King and erased him from existence. After his defeat, the demons asked for him to assume his throne. He however refused. "I appreciate your willingness to make me your ruler but," he sighed. "I can't." "What?" "Why?" "This isn't right!" They murmured but then he cleared his throat to calm them.