The Great Black King

Chapter • 08

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There were many stories within the world of the novel that I read. Among the various stories, there was one that told about the first love of the demon king. The king of all monsters and the one who brought about the destruction of peace and balance. The one who caused the chaos.

Particularly, this was always my favorite story. The one that told in the sweetest way how Callisto - the king of the entire underworld and lower plane - fell madly in love with the purest being ever created.

The story said many things about that love, but among them was a truth that would probably never be accepted by the faithful few left in the place where the mortal world had once been: it was not the Black King's fault that everything happened.

It was God's.

"Ma'am?" The maid called me again, and I forced myself to smile.

"Just prepare it the way you think best, I trust your taste" I spoke finally, trying to get rid of all that and especially something as tedious as caring about the damn hairstyle she would do. After all... anything would look good on Asra, a being whose beauty was comparable to that of the protagonist. Still, I couldn't stop thinking about that story.

A prince who never desired the crown or the powers he was born with, and who was not only forced to the throne but forced to the pains of assuming leadership of a place he had always hated.

The truth was that the one who was named as the prince - and king - of the underworld, just wanted to be free and wander all over the multiverse. In the story, it was told that at one point he got what he so desired and threw himself into a portal opened by one of the infernal princes, giving himself the luxury of wandering around the planes to which he fell.

He didn't need servants or servants, he didn't need believers. All he needed was a little food and a few hours of sleep fairly often; if there was that in his new life, he would be content, with only his long sword as his eternal companion. But to the misfortune - or perhaps luck - of this young prince, he found himself in an ancient forest in the mortal world. A forest where God's favorite angel fell after disagreeing with his father about his love for mankind and his mistakes.

The angel, who was supposed to be the one who protects everyone, was a wreck, and the prince, who saw him practically faint, dragged the angel to his hut - which he had built little by little since the day he arrived in that place.

He didn't expect to have to take care of someone like that angel. Someone with heavenly blood, but in the end he found himself waiting for the angel to wake up, and when he did, the prince realized that he had never seen anything so beautiful as the sparkle in that being's eyes.

Little by little, the prince and the angel found themselves closer and closer. They fought like cat and mouse, ran and competed with inhuman frequency, and agreed on many things that they knew no one would ever agree on.

They were complete opposites, complete opposites, and at the same time they were identical. It took them a while to notice such an obvious thing, after all, they were thinking much more about how amazing it was to be next to each other, for them, it was like finally meeting another being who saw the world through their eyes.

In the story, the prince and the angel fell hopelessly in love and without malice or thoughts of possession, they gave themselves to each other. It was a pure, concise, and completely spontaneous union. They gave themselves to each other as if they were giving themselves to each other and the trust that the prince had for the angel and the angel for the prince, would never be seen in other beings.

It was the trust of a lifetime.

The trust that many gods never receive and would never be worthy of receiving.

But of course, if this story had a happy ending, it would not be Callisto's story, so... it was at this moment that things slowly began to fall apart.

The prince and the angel, who were living harmoniously, received a visitor. Raphael was his name, an angel sent by God to bring his sister home.

"Come," he said "it's time to go back, you know...there will never be your place and father misses you, sister"

But to no avail, because the angel now had something far more important than the wishes of a childish and useless God.

"I can't" she then replied and Raphael, who couldn't understand the reason for such a refusal, became angry.

"Why do you always have to act like this? Aren't you satisfied with all the attention you already get?"

"It's not about attention" she retorted, "I can't go back, because now I carry in me a new life" the angel then replied and both Raphael and the prince became surprised at such information.

"That's impossible," Raphael said bluntly.

"Our son..." the prince murmured, extending his hand towards his belly.

"I chose my own path" was all the angel replied and Raphael returned, taking his sister's death sentence with him. The same one who had protected him so many, many times.

The angel and the prince resolved to descend into hell and return to the place where he could truly protect them, but even though the child in the angel's womb was the fruit of their love, she felt something heavy in her chest when she heard the voice of her father who would curse the child that would be born to her and Callisto.

"He will die even before the 666th blood eclipse occurs and not even he who rules death can bargain about it, for even his soul will crumble at the end of his curse" from the words she heard from her father last time and along with that came her doom and death. Slow and painful.

The truth was that all this destroyed the prince's soul and as soon as his wife gave birth and passed away, his will fell to mortals.

This is how the physical and lower planes merged into one, and the famous apocalypse finally took place. But different from what some religious people expected, there were no horns singing and not even a single angel to save.

It was a pity that now, it was no longer just a story.

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