Hidden Demon Kings
The room was a lavish fortress of grandeur.
It sat high above the capital where the elite lived in luxury and sheltered from the suffering below.
The walls of the room were lined with dark, expensive tapestries, each one depicting scenes of conquest, power, and luxury. Thick velvet curtains hung over tall windows that framed the sprawling city below—yet the view was little more than a distraction.
In the center of the room, a long, dark wooden table was littered with half-eaten dishes, emptied goblets, and the remnants of an extravagant feast. The sounds of music and sweet girlish bell like giggles could be heard, along with disgusting old cackles.
The door creaked and a young demon girl entered the room, her steps tentative, unsure.
She was draped in fine silk, her face hidden behind a veil of red, but her eyes betrayed her fear. She had been summoned by the four great minister of the Demonland—brought to their den to entertain, to soothe their twisted desires.
She looked at one of the minister.
Solas was an old bird-like demon, sleek and elegant with grayish red feathers. He had black beak like dried blood and eight yellow horn. He sat on a high, gilded throne, one hand resting on a delicate scroll he just read, the other lazily toying with a crystal goblet filled with the finest wine.
Beside him, sprawled out like a bloated serpent on a massive velvet couch—a oversized crocodile.
Also old man.
Aftareh's belly bulged, filled with the wealth and power he had stolen over the years. His weary eyes, half-lidded with contentment, surveyed the endless tables of food and drink around him. He devoured everything he could reach, his massive jaws tearing through fruits, meats, and delicacies as if they were nothing.
Her hands trembled as she held a tray of wine, her eyes avoiding their gaze, afraid.
The demon bird eyed her with interest, his gaze predatory, calculating. "Ah, another plaything," he murmured. "So many toys to choose from."
He gestured for her to approach, soft and coaxing.
"Come, darling. Set the tray down. You have nothing to fear here."
"Y-yes my lord…"
The girl obeyed, her steps hesitant but compelled by an unseen force. As she set the tray down, the crocodile demon's eyes flicked over her with a mixture of hunger and amusement.
He reached for a goblet of wine and took a long drink, his gaze lingering on her waist.
"Don't worry, sweet thing," he drawled. "You're here to please us. It's the way of things, isn't it? The weak exist to serve the strong."
"You're virgin, right?" the beak asked.
"Ye-yes my lord…"
"Good, now can you give me that precious little treasure of yours~?"
And that's what happened next.
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"Poor girl, losing her virginity like this..." seeing the scene, Aftareh sighed. He looked down on his own ****, but obviously he wouldn't see it since it was currently gobbled, "I want to *** in your throat and your ****, so quickly do your job!"
Marga asked while raising his eyebrows, "Don't you think you're too old to be a father again?"
"It's fine, it'll be my … thousands how much? Well anyway, I will keep them well fed anyway." he glanced back at him, "It's better to cum inside a pussy than some ten years old boy."
"You won't get it." Marga snapped coldly.
"Nobody will understand your preferences!"
"Ha, empty again?" the crocodile grumbled as he waved to one of four woman on him to bring more food.
"Oh, yeah, now put it in!"
He was having a hard time to even move, but not with the girls.
"Now move! Make me *** in five minutes or you die!"
And just like that, another indescribable voice filled the room.
The third man in the room, a towering muscular figure with head of a tiger stood by the windows overlooking the city. His eyes glinted ruthlessness.
"You're both too complacent," he growled, voice low and heavy. "Comfort breeds weakness."
Solas the bird demon took a slow sip from his goblet calmly, the dark liquid swirling as he rubbed the girl's head who's trying her best to give him a *******.
The door creaked open, and in slithered a demon with lower body of a snake, Yaga.
"You all here enjoying yourself while I just wanted to blast my head off!" he hissed, his voice slicing, "Let's get to the main problem today—humans, the Heavenly Court."
Solas the Vermillion Crow, Aftareh the Giant Alligator, Marga the Beast Knight, Yaga the Curse Serpent—They are the hidden four demon king.
In faraway past, the whole Demonland was a cake shared between six demon clans. But their great great ancestor uprooted the entire two clans, and ultimately uniting the Demonland under one ruler, the first king of demons unity, King Babel. The world may think that the four old demon kings bloodline have thinned and their legacy lost in time just like their old regimes, but true super forces like Heavenly Court know very well who hold the reins of the Demonland.
The "Four Great Minister" positions are not inherited, it's chosen. Citizens are given the fight to vote.
But that was the white surface.
In fact, Solas and his comrade in that room are the 666th successor of each of their faction. They had succeeding their position more than five thousand years ago, so it's clear that they're old.
Ancient even.
Then how could they survived this long?
Horn—Eltsopa could only born of humans, so what about the other races? Obviously they had completely different power system from human. In case of the demon race, it was their horn. In demon society, the amount of horn one's had not only decided their strength but also status and authority.
Those who hornless are considered as nothing but a waste, trash. And in contrast, those who had seven or more horns are basically the nobles of society.
And the four old demon in the room, except Solas, had nine horns jutted out of their head like a crown.
Marga's gaze turned sharp, "How is it? What are the other races thought after all this time? I don't think it's wise to go for another war only after a thousand years, the damage they caused on us are too heavy."
Their attention was still fixated on the Human's mysterious new Emperor.
Because one Heavenly Court with their Void Emperor alone, Demonland had to bear too many losses and suffer so much this past hundreds of years. But now, they had two. Other races aside, the demon has experience the terror of an Emperor, so obviously two in a single package was akin to nightmare.
"They are ready, but we must lead them." Yaga snorted coldly.
The idea was logical; after all, they were the victim of the Void Emperor's unreasonable hostility.
"That's only natural, but did they think we have gone senile?" Solas scoffed.
"Damnit!" Aftareh gritted his teeth. "All our problem are caused by that god-damned prophecy!"
Young demons may not remember nor even care, but to these ancient demons, even now they still couldn't let go of their grudge from the war a thousand years ago. After all, who wouldn't angry if someone were to attack them like a total madman out of nowhere just because someone spit some bullshit at them?
And now with two such existence on their side, what will happen if they were to act crazy again?
Not only demons, all races are restless right now.
After all, they had experienced the Court's might.
A thousand years might be long for a soul, but for a organization or nation, whose visions and plans spanned tens and even hundreds of years beyond?
It was like yesterday.
The surfaces may clear as water surface in the well, but deeper, every forces have already prepared their military. And while they stayed peaceful, they didn't concealed their actions, thus putting pressure on Heavenly Court while also giving a signal to other races.
We are ready.
Conflict is inevitable.
Prepare for war.
And demons, as the newest still bleeding victim of the Court, naturally become the center of this quiet storm.
After all, they should be the most threatened.
And they did.
However, the body may young but the head only getting older; how could they agreed to be the sacrificial lamb and test the water?
Yaga sighed as he took a seat and whipped a woman with his tail to suck his cock, "But we can't say no outright either. Weird the sword and we'll have a death battle against humanity, put the sword and we'll have a cold war against five races. Fuck!"
"So what should we do?" Marga frowned.
Yaga sighed while massaging his head, "I don't know, things are getting out of hand."
"The new Emperor's movement are subtle and still limited in human's domain, but it was clear that he is sucking off power from Heavenly Court dominion like a leech." Solas narrowed his eyes, "Giant Sun Dynasty… new Emperor… the question is, is he really against the Court? Or is it just a big scheme to lure us in?"
"You mean their "Human Supremacy" ideal?" Aftareh chuckled darkly.
"Humans are weak but Eltsopa are different. We have witnessed their power." Marga said grimly, "I'm afraid that in the future, they'll reign supreme."
"Any updates from our intelligence?" Yaga questioned.
"No," Solas sighed, "The new Emperor's just too mysterious. It's like he was appeared out of thin air. No past. No identity. No name."
"I started to think that this's just a propaganda, he may not even real!"
"You saw it yourself, Aftareh. His Emperor's aura was genuine."
The four quietened.
It was Aftareh who break the silence, "I propose that we ask the Scarlet King again."
"We can't." Marga shook his head helplessly, "Unless we died, that is."
Their war against heavenly Court had wasted so much of their military, population, and obviously resources. It was not a mistake to say that currently, Demonland and the Demon race itself are nothing but a dying dog. Many hyenas are already drolling seeing them.
But, why they can still stand tall until now?
The demon race have a fatal trump card—so deadly that it become the reason why Void Emperor backed off and ended the Thousand Year Blood War.
However the price to use it were just as deadly.
"….I don't know what to think of anymore," Yaga sighed, "I'm tired."
To common people, the government may looked like a big organization of tyrants by now. But that wasn't entirely true. The official themselves and especially the four of them, always tried their best to rebuild the Demonland after the war.
And they made steady progress.
But then, the new Emperor appeared.
In that situation, could they focused on infrastructure while an even bigger threat loomed over the whole demon race? No. Thus, they shifted their time and investment in military.
Today crumbling society are the results of that choice
It's not that they're heartless. After all, what kind of people would be happy to see their own people, their home, dying? But they simply didn't have the luxury to make a better choice.
"Let's just hope that there won't be another Emperor appearing out of nowhere again!" Aftareh said with humour.
"Yeah, that'd be disaster!"
Just then—A low, unsettling rumble vibrated through the castle, a subtle tremor that went unnoticed at first amidst the sweet sounds of indulgence.
It was like something big had fall.
But since it's too far, they failed to notice it.
Not long after, however, the palace began to tremble beneath them, sending ripples through the elaborate tapestries that hung on the walls. It was subtle at first, a faint quiver that made the wine in the Solas's goblet shake. Mind heavy in thoughts, he barely looked and dismissing it as nothing more than a passing tremor.
Yet soon the once-lush tapestries that adorned the walls swayed violently as if caught in a storm.
But there was no wind.
As they glanced around in confusion, the tremor intensified, a deep, guttural rumble rising from the bowels of the earth. The walls of the palace shook, the chandeliers above them rattling violently.
"Earthquake?" Marga grunted, his voice held little concern.
"It's nothing," Solas said dismissively, fanning his wings as if to clear the air of tension. "Probably just some earth movement."
Each of them had faced worse in countless battles.
Aftareh glancing up lazily as the tremors continued. He gripped his wine chalice tighter, but it spilled, the liquid splashing across his stomach. His irritation was palpable, but his mind was too clouded to understand the true nature of the disturbance.
Yaga, although spent, his sharpened senses alert. He stood, dropping the woman from his cock. His eyes narrowed in confusion, "This doesn't feel right."
He hissed, his body tensing as she flicked her tongue out, tasting the air, "This is no ordinary tremor!"
Marga snarled in irritation, punching the wall as the rumble grew louder. His sharp eyes flicked towards the source of the disturbance, but there was nothing to see—nothing out of place, nothing immediate.
He growled under his breath, "What is this nonsense?"
Aftareh leaned forward, setting his goblet down.
"Is this another of those once-in-ten thousand-years quakes?" he muttered, clearly annoyed.
But Yaga sensed something more than just that, "This doesn't feel like the usual shifting of the earth!"
Solas's sharp eyes narrowing.
He stood up from his chair, his wings stretching out, his talons clenching.
"Something is coming," his gaze flicked to the walls of the palace, the once-unassailable stronghold that now seemed to tremble in fear, "Something is here."
And then, they heard it—
"Ruinous Moon."
—Everyone in the room shivered involuntary.
While the woman looked around in confusion, the four horned demon frowned deeply.
But before they could reached a decision, the ground beneath them rumbled louder as the tremors escalating. Suddenly, with a deep, deafening roar, the floor cracked wide open, as though some invisible force had ripped through the very fabric of the castle upward. The walls groaned and splintered, sending dust and debris flying to the air.
A massive force began to draw them upwards; The ceiling, the walls, the throne room—everything was being pulled up to the sky.
The demons' old forms also float, rising involuntarily toward the black dot in the heaven above.
"…"
"….."
"WHAT THE FUCK!?!"