This was it.
The home of those who had ripped him apart, limb by limb.
Gothic dark castles stretched as far as his eyes could see, covered in black soot, while the ground was like a gem:
A gem of crimson red, where various Knulls moved around in flocks.
In the distance, mountains held bubbling streams of lava that snaked through the domain like water paths.
The skies above were grey and gloomy, red lightning flashing with every passing heartbeat.
The aura of it all did nothing but nauseate Ryuk.
Fiery rage bloomed through his soul as memories flashed in his head, confirmed by familiar objects within the domain.
He threw his head downward and then,
ROOOOOOAAAARRRRRR!!!
Shockwaves rippled outward, blasting the gothic castles within a kilometer radius into the sky.
Many Knulls collapsed instantly from the sonic force, only to be swept away by the force.
His maws opened wide, massive flames pouring out as a gigantic ball of white flames rapidly formed.
He was about to unleash it downwards when the panel blinked before him.
[I understand your anger.]
[But if you release it, you won’t just be killing Knulls, you would be killing the children too, newly born and unborn.]
[They might be Knulls, but they’re innocent.]
It said, and Ryuk halted the breath on his lips.
His claws dug deeper into the mountain, sending massive rocks tumbling downwards.
But in the end, the crimson colour in his eyes slowly receded, regaining their blue colour, and the serpentine slit changed to a full circle.
The fiery anger within him was reined in, and the orb of destructive breath faded from his maws.
As expected, they began to rise into the air.
Massive Knullic beings, their forms like nightmares born straight from the darkest of hells.
"A dragon... in our Knull Domain. You Dare!"
A hulking 100-meter Knull spoke, his devilish body cracked, and writhing instead of blood, was glowing red lava instead.
He was about to utter a second word, but he never did.
Ryuk’s draconic tail shot out with mind-numbing speed, ripping straight through his open mouth and piercing out from the back of his skull.
His hands fell helplessly to the side, and he died instantly, eyes still wide open in horror and disbelief.
Turning his eyes to the rest, they staggered back in shock, only for the thunder-like growl to reach their ears.
"Fetch Me Your Calamities... NOW!" His roar slammed into their hulking bodies, sending them flying away like ragdolls.
"They Have One Day To Appear Before me, or Your Kingdom Will Cease To Exist!"
With that, he flung the impaled Knull’s corpse onto a random castle, blowing it into dust.
A single, sharp huff through his nose, and he turned away, curling atop the mountain.
His eyes slid shut.
One of the Knulls carried off the body of their fallen companion, sparing one last glance at the dragon slumbering above them.
That simple act of it had revealed to them that it was something they could never defeat...but they were those who could.
And so they rushed away to call them.
"I’ll let the innocents live... for now." Ryuk forced out the reply to the system.
"After a day, if they still don’t show themselves... then they must be asking to see my worst."
"May the innocents be damned after that."
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"So, he’s finally here."
The words echoed within an abysmally vast throne room.
Along the floor, streams of lava danced through cracks, and before the stairs stood a hulking, golem-like Knull, seemingly carved from the darkest gemstones.
Every flex of his muscles radiated horrifying physical might, his breath alone shaking the air, and yet he knelt humbly before the throne.
A massive seat of darkness, its armrests lined with the skulls of defeated creatures.
Shining runes still radiated from the creatures’ skulls, making one wonder what abominations they had been when alive, and yet, more than thirty-eight of them adorned the armrests alone!
And on this throne sat a demon.
Even seated, his height reached over a thousand meters.
A long robe of darkness draped his form, concealing everything but his face.
And on that, was a single eye glaring from the center of his forehead above a closed, expressionless maw.
On his head was red hair floating behind him as gravity refused to go near it.
His devilish maw soon parted, forming a wicked smirk as he gazed down at the kneeling titan.
"Yes, Devil Lord Azraggoth." It answered.
"By his rage and words, he must be the one...The Son of Theth’Vorgath."
The throne room trembled as the being stirred from his throne.
"While he has indeed spared me the trouble of seeking him, he himself has walked into his death."
"Prepare my Devil Axe and Unchain my Hellish Army."
"Tonight, we shall drag Hell down upon this accursed realm."
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It was a room, one of strings and dolls.
Nails jutted from the dark walls, each strung with dangling dolls.
Some white, some black.
Some crafted with beauty, others twisted and grotesque.
The same hung across the windows, the ceiling, even the corners, every surface claimed by stringed dolls.
The only light came through a tiny opening, crimson rays spilling into the room and right upon the center, giving illumination to a massive bed, half of it draped in violet strands of long, tangled hair.
All of it traced back to a figure lying on the violet sheets.
A pale white lady lying on her stomach, with both her legs raised, and swinging up and down lazily.
In her hands was a bizarre purple doll she was carefully knitting.
Her rosy-red lips held a string, the end wrapped in her delicate, doll-like fingers that gently wove the doll together.
She hummed as she silently knitted, but all of a sudden, the soft humming stopped abruptly.
She glanced aside, eyes falling on a certain doll.
The only one not strung on the walls.
It sat on a desk, blinking with a violet light.
"You may speak, Evander."
She voiced calmly, her voice thin like that of a child, and the light blinked three times.
A silent communication that made her hand pause from the knitting.
"Oh... he finally came?"
"The coronation is over, though, so clearly, he isn’t here for that." She murmured.
"Still," she said, her eyes brightening with a rejuvenated glow, as she rolled off the bed.
"It’s a reason to get on my feet...finally,"