Novel & Cerita The Lord Of Darkness

“There is no way out of this Cap. It’s a steam launch. They will be here in a few minutes. I voluntary give my life to save my people.” “No, Sire. I will never let you die.” “You will just have to. Mohamed has been after my life the moment he met the Alpha Lords.” “The Alpha Lords, Your Highness?” “Yes, The Alpha Lords of Darkness. They have absolutely controlled my son’s mind, a mind that was born pure, with a heart that melted to our loving embrace. The Alpha Lords have turned that heart to one of steel, and his hands to a murderous weapon, that struck his own mother only two days ago. He felt no remorse, as I held her in my arms, her precious blood dripping from her wounds, staining…” he

The Dark One continued but trailed off again as he coughed out more blood. He didn’t let that stop him. “So now,” he forced the words out and even grew a smile. “We will witness how darkness takes its toll and how destiny unfolds in the shadows as two past lovers— one chosen and one forgotten, will create the color I have strived to create for decades— black. The forgotten one shall kill the other one to become the Chosen one and the Lord of Darkness, and with this, I can rest peacefully in the aftershadows, knowing that my legacy is preceded...”

It seemed that, once again, everyone knew about the legends of the fantasy world except her and Amanda. "The lord of darkness is a fictional character. He was created to give us someone to blame for evil on the earth. There's not a lord of darkness. There might be a Hadean Daemon that leads all of the others, and he might like to be called the lord of darkness, but it's not the same as the image of Satan and the Devil that most people paint as the ruler over all evil," Sam said, shaking her head. "That's a lot to take in at once," Ellie said, leaning back with a sigh.

Once he comprehended them, James roughly understood who this Lord was. The Dark Lord’s name was called Eternal, and he was called the Eternal Lord in the Dark World. He possessed an immense strength that surpassed even ordinary Macrocosm Ancestral Gods. Besides that, he was a Macrocosm Ancestral God that cultivated two Macrocosm Powers. However, James had yet to understand how he met his downfall. Not only that, he had yet to comprehend the Eternal Lord’s signature cultivation methods for these characters were too mysterious. However, he knew how to refine the Dark Wellspring now.

"THE DARK LORD" The Dark Lord is the Lord of Chaos and Destruction, proprietor of the Underworld, as well as the primary patron of Witchcraft. He is the original and oldest and most powerful of the demonic legions, and his origin is to be found in the angelic hosts. His total possession showed evil imbalances, making possible a blend of the two intrinsic personalities inside the vessel.

That blue ocean eyes that shone as if blue fires wielded those eyes. “The Lady is not yours to play with,” he said, “She is ours. We are the ones prophesied to vie for her heart. Only then would she be able to crown the Dark Lord. And we are the prophesied candidates.” There was an ominous presence surrounding all of them. As if the darkness that enveloped them were alive. It swirled between them, wrapping its dark invisible snares, ready to strangle each of the creatures present at Alexander’s will. Yes. He was the controller of that darkness. And for the time being, it was obvious that he was the ruler of the Underworld.

Zelina's (Hydra) voice brought Aragorn back to reality. "Who is Dark?" Lucifer asked. "The former God of the moon, the one Zia fought and killed. He, like Zia, was also reborn." Hydra answered. "He is the king of darkness and demons." Amaya chips in and smirks, staring inside the dark pit. "But we are getting you out, let's see if you can defeat him and regain the kingship from him." "Don't test me Amaya," Lucifer said with a growl. "I have been in here for years, this Dark of yours cannot survive the heat in here. Do it now quickly, suck out my soul. I can sense two of the holy ones coming." he added.

The air around the mansion immediately became chilly, turning so cold that the breath of the soldiers in the field came out like white clouds. Suddenly, a tiny dark spot appeared right in the center of the bright moon and it looked like a drop of black ink in a bowl of milk. The spot slowly began to spread, moving outward to cover the glowing white surface. The moon was turning black, and as it did, the shadows on the ground began to move and dance as if they were alive. Everything was going perfectly fine on Lihont's side and he could feel the power of the Dark Lord reaching out from the shadows, ready to step into the world. It was only a matter of time before the dark Lord arose and turne

For the author is revealed in the next paragraph. "The Dusk bringer, Prince of Darkness, The Shadowlord, I, Xirrian Adonis Prime, the 8th Night Wolf, the Dark Monarch, will account for my days until I choose to dissolve into the void. Perhaps for others, if others come and I do not plunge the world into the endless and I, myself remain where time is still, around echoes and shadows, around hollows like me. It is only here, in the endless that I find contentment. In a space where the unwanted are hidden. Home."

“As I have told all of you, allies and friends of Dyron Havocc, we will wrench this false kingdom from their place and shatter their dreams. We will rip them apart, we will feast of them, we will burn down everything they have ever believed in, and when we are finished with them, we will build a new kingdom on top of their old and broken one. A kingdom where you will only worship and serve me!” There was an uproar now, many weapons were thrust into the air, banners were raised, horns were sounded and there were bestial cries of bloodlust. “Let them enjoy their last day tomorrow, for we shall strike when they are blanketed in the false embrace of darkness. Let us watch as they blindly believe