Advent of the Demonic Mage

A frozen wastelandLeonel could be said to be just one of the bad boys, a rude child, but also particularly, a guy who loved his father so much.His blonde hair was neatly swept back, and his body was crafted in tats. On a Friday afternoon, he sat in his room, and scrolled through his phone, looking at the latest post of his father on his social media page.As he scrolled on, his eyes caught something that irked him. He abruptly stood up from his bed, and to his door.He met his father standing in front of his room ready to knock as he opened the door."I need to tell you something," Mr Lucian said with a straight face."Let me go on first." He responded with a raise of his hand.As he saw that his father gave him a go ahead, he voiced out in anger, his bottled up frustration, "What the fucking hell did I see on your page? Don't tell me you plan to marry her after all that I told you?" "I see," Mr Lucian trailed on, and then added, "That's also what I came to tell you. I am getting e

Recurring memoriesIn the royal palace of the demon kingdom, a young boy sat in front of an old man, whose irritation was evident on his face. It seemed that the usual debate between the old man and the young lad had started again.The man had small horn-like protrusions on his head, and the young boy looked like a human with no demon features. This made him easily distinguishable from the demons and also made him an easy target of the demons.If not for his grandfather, the demon king, who protected him after the death of his mother, he would have been long dead with no one to care about his remains. A human, living in the demon's kingdom. Quite an amazement to still be alive."Why do you think humans are not to blame for the incident involving your mother?" The old man with horn-like intrusions on his head asked, frustration evident in his voice and his face, as his forehead wrinkled like a crumpled piece of paper.He was tired of the endless arguments with the young prince every da

"Lord Darkwoods…what sort of name is that? Are you related to woods or something?" Leonel muttered under his breath, but he forgot that he was dealing with demons here."Kind of. I'm the lord of all sorts of medicine and poisons. That's my family name," he replied."Oh…" Leonel nodded as he took a look at the formidable man again. 'Does he and the initial owner have a kind of relationship? He seems kinder than the memories I have been recovering,' he thought.Putting all his thoughts aside, he lifted his foot and entered the grand room with the noble demon. In the room, he was quite amazed by the setting. It had a large space and looked more like a courtroom. There were seats on each side of the room, and a space was left in the middle of the two parallel seats. Then above, sitting elegantly, was one who he assumed to be the leader of the meeting.While still lost in his thoughts, he felt himself being kicked in the knees as he fell face flat on the floor. He looked beside him to se

Before them stood ten masked men, and he was so sure that they were assassins. Well, they proved them right as they lunged straight at them."Take this cloth, use it to cover your nose while you stay behind me. I'll finish them off quickly," Lord Darkwoods passed a black cloth at him and lunged at them.His confidence was based on the fact that the assassins weren't much to begin with, giving him the impression that he could fend them off straight away.Out of thin air, a sword appeared in his hand, and a green-like substance emanated from it. The masked men also brought out their swords from their waist pack, where it was sheathed, and it also emitted various colors.As he lunged towards them, Leonel felt as though he couldn't breath. He felt his breath caught up to his throat as he struggled to breath and then his eyes went to the black cloth in his hand and immediately he brought it close to his nose and he instantly felt relieved.'What was that? I felt like I almost died?' he tho

A strange woman."Leonel!! Leonel!!" The unmistakable voice of the demon, Lord Darkwoods echoed through the forest.It took a while before he was finally able to fend off all the assassins. It was not like he actually fended them off because suddenly while he was still fighting with them and almost on the verge of passing out, the assassins stopped fighting him and retreated before he passed out.He could have been dead now, but he didn't die so he doesn't know what actually happened.When he woke up, he decided to look for the young prince, hoping real hard that he was not dead.He kept on calling his name and walking through the dark forest with no light to look for him. He was in a very critical condition and the only thing that kept him going was the promise he had made to the previous king. He couldn't think of not obeying him, that was what kept him going even though his knees were almost giving up.He kept on calling his name with no answer until he stumbled on something hard,