1 Demon Lord Uhchna (1/2)

I don't remember how everything came to be.It just is and was.

I am a demon lord, a king above all the demons of this world. I don't even know what this world is anyway. If you really think about it, we're just practically an massive island in the middle of the endless sea.

After four hundred years of living through countless battles, I came to the realization that I don't even know why I must conquer the world. I mean, who does it serve? Who actually benefit from it?

and most of all,

Why Do I Have To Be The Demon King?

Why couldn't it be someone else?

My memories are pretty blurry at this point. However the one thing that always true was....

There's always the demon lord and there's always the heroes who oppose them.

As long as I can remember, my purpose as a Demon Lord was always so vague. Every time I tried to talk with the heroes that come to slay me, they were always such blowhard. Always refusing to talk and just charge right in, sword brandishing.

The worst part was, they were weak, oh so very weak. Just a flick of a finger and they easily died.

Even a single lost bee is a harder adversary than these moronic buffoons.

Take this....oh...67th group of heroes that are challenging me right now. Let me tell you how pathetic these guys are. Not a Decent fighter among these morons.

Come on, Priest girl! Your Sword hero is in need of healing! Can't you see his injured arm? It's literally hanging by sinews and skin!

And you! Mage dude, what the hell are you doing inspecting me with your magic? You're supposed to shoot me with your Dark Ray of Destruction, I know those royal mages spent nearly three month teaching you that damn magic skill!

Hell, some of them even divorced their wife because of it!

Elven Archer girl, what in the serious hell are you doing shooting me with those flimsy mithril arrows? They're not even enchanted!

I know you didn't spent that fifteen thousand gold coins that is your party funds on just booze and men!

You're supposed to use those Dragon Bone arrows your elders gave you. Those are the only lethal ones that can injure me greatly!

You see what I have to deal with?

These incompetent morons?

Yeah....every time, every freaking time, that as soon as I start asking ”Why have you come, Heroes?”

If they even let me finish my question, they just charge right in,

yelling ”Die, Evil Demon Lord!”

What evil? Seriously, What Evil things have I done?

I don't even do anything but stay up in this dreary, dark, gloomy castle surround by jagged rocks and lava, LAVA! I tell you.

It's a wonder my castle didn't fall to ruin years ago. I mean, even my damn bed is made of rocks, and to top it off, I got screaming banshees under the castle basement screaming days and nights. I have not a good night sleep for the last fifty years!

Let me tell you about my wretched domain. I fought hard for it and it literally just screwed me, it screwed me back, front and damn sideways.

My field grow nothing, not even shit. Hell, I'd be glad if it grow only shit. It grow nothing, Just damn and endless rocks. My castle, if you can even call it that, is just a hollowed out mountain with caves for rooms. The basement is just another bigger cave.