Short Story Concept: The Demon King

[HappyHamburglar101]

Within a gargantuan room coated in elegant patterns and expensive decorations resides a blinding colossal symbol; at the heart of it is an average man. "Huh? Where am I?" his voice crawls at his surroundings. Soon, his eyes scans his surroundings. Ahead laid an elevated platform; atop it sat a golden throne. Darkness embraces the throne and the person atop it, for the sunlight pierced through the titanic windows behind the throne.

A voice hobbles from the golden throne, "Hero, we ask that you aid us in our time of crisis." A crown sits at the peak of the person's silhouette; his features long worn down by time. "Me—hero? I'm no hero!" "Yet here you are. Among the seas of people that exist and will exist, only you have appeared."

Confused, the man's head twisted and his eyes met the dead atmosphere embracing each and every medieval guards present. "Wh—what can I do to help...?" "We beg of you to kill The Demon King that plagues our dreams."
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Years later...

The heavens wept as the sun hid away. Monumental tree corpses colonized the area as their branches yearned for the gods above. The hero resides amidst the darkness and the wooden corpses alike. "Wh—where am I?" Sweat and the soft rain coalesced on his skin as they raced downwards.

The drums within his chest beats ever more loudly. "Calm down. Recall what happened... Stella should've seen the teleportation trap, but she didn't give a warning. Did she not notice? She's not here. Then, I'll have to make do with this darkness since the mage isn't here and fire is insignificant in this weather."

The place he's in felt like another world entirely, for time ran swiftly. His legs moved forward as they carried the burden of his exertion; mud hugged his legs. Suddenly, a creaking sound resounded amidst the constant sound of water colliding with the earth. Then, his sword gleamed in the weak light of the heavens as he prepares to face the incoming threat.

Suddenly, his body became a statue. His heart jumped uncontrollably as fear gripped at the entirety of his being. Darkness collaborated with the monster, for it blended well with its environment. At the forefront hanged a man; at his sides laid multidinous slender legs. At his rear rests a gargantuan abdomen.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice resounded, "Th—this is The Demon King? But this is different to what they said!"​

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Holes and tunnels resides within the earth infested environment. Light emerged from atop a person's palm as she traversed the foreign environment. "So, I got teleported underground? It'll be wise to remain silent. I doubt the hero teleported in the same place I am," a whisper escapes her lips.

The place remained the same as she walked for what felt like an eternity, the walls remained earthy with neither end nor variation in between. The longer she walked, the more the earthy walls inherit the disgusting holes. Each hole stared at her.

As she walked further, the tunnel felt cramped. Until finally, a sound greeted her. A hollow whisper amidst the deafening silence. Her body trembled as she gazed upon the monster; her heart ached with fear. No words would come out as her knees met the earth.

Before her laid a malnourished entity devoid of eyes. Instead of eyes, numerous holes littered the place where its eyes should have been. Its teeth absorbed the light from her palm, thus highlighting it amidst the darkness.

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"The Demon King, a formless entity, is the spectral manifestation of dread, born from the very hearts of its foes."
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Sources: "Arachnophobia Monster & Trypophobia Monster" [Search in Google]

Note: The hero has arachnophobia and the mage trypophobia, so yeah. It used their fears against them.​

 

[Lysander_Works]

That first picture: How did you get a photo of my wife?

Just kidding.

Not so sure many want another story about a "demon king" cause it's a heavy trope by now, but if you can set it apart from the standard... The pictures already do this to some level.