His breaths breathed plagues, and his steps withered life. His gaze sets ablaze, and his touch ashes it to dust. He was known by many names, a wither, a warlock, a demon lord, and even as the king of wraths and undead. Proudly seated at the head of the demonic procession, consisting of countless skeletons, spirit golems, and a single ceremonious Dullahan at the charge, his empty gaze fell over to the expansive walls of Aria coming into his view.
'Let's see what the land of warriors has to offer…' Raising his armored hand, he stopped the procession from moving an inch further.
"It's been a while since I've moved my muscles," hearing him say that his skeleton army as well as the golem cackled hysterically. And it didn't take long for him to join their laughs either.
Crossing his legs over the undead horse, the king of wrath slipped down to his feet. The moment his armor felt the earth, it subsided the dirt underneath.
"These humans…No, I guess even demons these days depend too much on their walls," planting his axe in the ground, he reached for the gauntlet on his right hand and slowly took it off. "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. I have no muscles at all, ahaha!"
Revealing his skeletal body under the armor, the demon lord of wrath laughed once more, and keeping him company, his servants laughed again as well. However, as the cherry laugh died in a few seconds, the king of wrath conjured a small magic circle with a light blue flame in his palm.
"Summon undead: Level massacre army!" Crushing the flame under his fist, a stream of his corrupted mana ripped through the forest.
A moment later, the ground trembled with the curse of the undead. Sprouting out like a shoot, limbs of dead creatures began crawling out from the dirt. Even the wandering spirits attached themselves to the trees and crawled out as treants with their roots acting as their feet. One after the other as the whole forest turned into the undead king's army, the king raised his axe once more.
Clutching his axe handle, he drew it over the shoulder. Enshrouding it in a smidgen of his mana, he swung the axes diagonally over the city wall's direction. Charged with the force of a demon lord, a spectral attack rifled out from the edge of the axe blade and pierced through everything that came in its path. First, it was the tree, the grass, and then finally the wall which it passed right through. However, despite the attack clearly going through, the walls stood tall, but that only lasted a few seconds.
With an ear-piercing sound, the wall began toppling over in the direction of the forest. And as it finally fell and made dust run through the undead army, the sight of the city cut in half was revealed to the king's army.
Witnessing the site with a gleaming smile, he burst into a loud menacing laugh, and just like before his servants joined in. However this time, with an entire army of undead creatures lined up behind him, their voices were chilling enough to instill fear in the hearts of the demons living within the city walls.
"Kill everyone, for from the ash of living will my army grow stronger!" Taking off his horned helmet, the king revealed his flaming skull. Burning an auroric blue, his face was akin to peering at death itself. "I, demon lord of wrath, Almuld Warlock, declare war on this nation for the foolish actions of its arrogant ruler!"
Charging forward to his warcry, the creatures of the night began climbing through the giant hole in the wall. On the other end of it, Almuld could already see waves of demons swarming the skies for surveillance as they tried to figure out what was happening.
'Not so easy, imps.' Still standing by his horse, Almuld uncurled bony fingers and conjured a silver-blue lance of mana. 'Take this.'
Drawing it back, he gave great momentum to the lance and threw it into the sky above the city. There, as the lance pierced the cloud, the lance shattered into countless pieces and rained down from the heavens. Each drop, as sharp as a blade, cut right through any demons they fell on.
"Now rise," having killed the demons flying through the sky, Almuld's attack infused their bodies with his mana, and stood back up as undead soldiers for his army.
Having set the assault in motion, Almuld got back on his horse and moved further toward the city. All the while his servants massacred the shocked demonic masses, who were far from ready for any sort of battle. Even when someone managed to bring down a few undead from his army, the creatures stood right up and started fighting once more.
Making matters worse for the squeamish demons, every one of their deaths only fueled the demon lord's army further and further into their domain.
'Shit, what do we do?' Watching from afar, the guard at the top of the collesuem tower wanted to flee away, but given the intensity at which the undead was infesting the city, he knew that before long, he would just be shot down like the rest of his companions. 'Wait, those demons that train us, they used to be adventurers! They should be able to do something!'
Usually, it was only at the times of training that they were freed from the confinement, but right now there was an emergency where they were desperately needed. Turning around towards the spiraling staircase going down the tower, the demon wanted to free them all from their cells so they could fight the undead army, however, to his misfortune, what greeted him on the stairs was a skeletal bear charging up at him.
"Fuc-" Before he could even finish the bore tore his body with its claws.
An undead army with no hunger for flesh or any desires to chase after was the worst of nightmares for any misfortunate lust demon. And perhaps, that was the reason why the king of wraths felt so confident in attacking an entire nation with a handful of initial soldiers.
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