Arthur slowly regained consciousness from the void darkness in his head. He groaned and muttered, "Where am I? What happened to me?" His head throbbed with pain, and his body felt heavy and restrained.As his vision cleared, he realized he was bound in chains, his arms and legs tightly secured. He tried to move, but the chains rattled and held him in place. Panic surged through him as he scanned his surroundings.He found himself in a vast, opulent court. Seating atop an imposing throne before him was a woman. She radiated authority and power. Her piercing gaze bore into him, and a look of disdain crossed her face.The throne itself was an intricate creation, adorned with coral, pearls, and shimmering crystals. It was unlike anything Arthur had ever seen. The woman, exuded an air of regality. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, interwoven with seashells and adorned with a crown that gleamed with jewels. Her piercing eyes were a striking shade of aquamarine. Arthur
The waves raged with intensity and the sky roared with thunder at the sudden transformation of Queen Thalassa.Arthur swam against the tumultuous waves, his heart pounded in his chest. "This can't be happening. What is that monster?"Colossal waves rose high into the sky and crashing down with immense force at the movement of the gigantic tentacles. Each crest seemed to tower above him, threatening to engulf him in their churning depths.The Cursed Kraken immediately turned its attention to Arthur. Its deep, booming voice echoed through the turbulent waters at Arthur. "You foolish human. You dare to challenge me? You are but a mere insect beneath my wrath."Arthur couldn't say anything back. His voice hung in his throat. He had never seen a monster with such a horrifying form. The Cursed Kraken laughed, "Let me tell you something, human. I killed Queen Thalassa the very day I attacked Aquaterra kingdom. I stole the trident of doom and took on Queen Thalassa form so I could rule th
The Devil King's army marched relentlessly towards Valoria City, their footsteps echoing through the desolate wasteland. The ground quivered beneath their massive numbers as they marched forward. The army stretched as far as the eye could see, a formidable force of over three thousand.The Devil King's army were comprised of Creatures of the darkest depths. Goblins scurried among the ranks, their beady eyes gleaming with mischief as they prepared for battle. The undead, their bones rattling with an otherworldly energy, marched with hollow purpose. Trolls, towering over their comrades, wielded immense clubs, ready to crush any resistance that dared to stand in their way. The ranks were also filled with ogres, their bulging muscles rippling beneath their tough hides, and demons, their twisted forms exuding an aura of malevolence.At the head of this fearsome army was Lady Lyra and Lord Azazel. They sat astride undead horses, their skeletal frames draped in dark robes that billowe
Lance and his companions stood outside the city gates.They formed a line, shoulder to shoulder, ready to face the Devil King's army. On the other side of the battlefield, the Devil King's army stretched out, a massive horde of darkness and malevolence. Lord Azazel and Lady Lyra exchanged glances, their attention drawn to Lance and his companions. Lord Azazel's eyes roved over Lance, his expression unimpressed by his appearance.Leaning closer to Lady Lyra, Lord Azazel whispered with a hint of disappointment, "He looks weak. I expected more."Lady Lyra glanced at Lord Azazel, her voice calm but firm. "That's because he was beaten by Arthur. What do you expect?"Lord Azazel turned his gaze towards Lance, his fiery eyes locked onto him. With a voice that carried a mixture of arrogance and challenge, he demanded, "I am Lord Azazel, a demon lord and general of the Devil King's army. We have come for Arthur. Bring him to us, Lance."Lance assessed these two closely. These were the demo
Arthur held the Trident of Doom in his hand, its dark and ornate design contrasting against the light surrounding him. The trident emanated an aura of immense power, its wicked prongs shimmering with an otherworldly energy.Lance gasped in shock, unable to comprehend how Arthur had acquired the legendary weapon. "Impossible! How did you get the Trident of Doom?"Arthur met Lance's gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. "Fate has a way of bringing the right tools to those who need them. I'll explain later."Lord Azazel, still recovering from the lightning strike, slowly rose to his feet. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes fixed on Arthur. That lightning was no ordinary lightning, he thought. It was infused with unexplainable powers. "That's him," Lady Lyra spoke quietly, her voice tinged with wariness. "That's Arthur."Lord Azazel looked at her, his gaze piercing. He saw the tension in her eyes and knew that Arthur was the real deal.A wave of e
The air quivered with tension, causing unease among the Devil King's army and Lance, who watched in awe as Arthur and Lord Azazel engaged in their fierce battle. Lance's mouth hung open, his eyes widened in disbelief. "I... I can't keep up with their movements," he muttered, his voice filled with astonishment. The sheer speed and precision of their strikes left him dumbfounded. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. Aria, standing nearby, nodded in agreement. "So, this is the fight between a demon lord and Arthur."On the mountain region in the distance, Arthur and Lord Azazel continued their relentless clash. Their swords clashed with a metallic symphony, creating a chorus of ringing steel that echoed through the battlefield. Explosions erupted each time their blades connected, sending shockwaves rippling through the air.Amidst the chaotic symphony of battle, Lords Azazel grunted as he parried a particularly powerful blow from Arthur. "Is that all you've got? I expected more
That night, the city of Valoria was enveloped in a joyous atmosphere.The air was filled with the lively melodies of musicians playing their instruments, and the sound of laughter and merriment echoed through the city's square. The people of Valoria, were celebrating with fervor, relishing their triumphed over the Devil King's army.In the heart of the bustling square, Arthur was the center of the celebration.Throng of eager listeners, surrounded Lily, captivated by her heroic tale as she shared Arthur's adventures. With a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes, she began narrating their extraordinary journey.Lily explained how Arthur acquired the trident of doom after defeating the Cursed Kraken. "When Arthur presented the trident of doom to the people of Aquaterra, they bowed before him, proclaiming him their rightful king. But Arthur turned down the throne," Lily said with pride. The awe on the eyes of everyone who listened was something to see. One of the listeners int
The Demon Lords surrounded the burnt and unrecognizable body of Lord Azazel. Their eyes widened as they stared at him in silence, their minds reeling from the extent of his injuries.Lady Marla spoke first. "His regeneration is very slow. These wounds... they have ravaged his body beyond it's limit."Lady Azaria added, her voice hinted with awe, "I have never seen a Demon Lord beaten this badly. Just how strong is this Arthur?"Lord Morok, aggressively turned to Lady Lyra, his voice filled with anger. "Don't mess with us. Are you telling me you two couldn't take down one man?""Lord Azazel made an agreement with Lance. If Lord Azazel were to be defeated, the Devil King's Army must retreat. Lord Azazel's agreement tied our hands. We couldn't break it. We had no choice but to retreat," Lady Lyra replied, her voice small and wavering. Lord Morok's fury erupted and he yelled and jerked Lady Lyra up by the collar. "That is bullshit! I can understand if Lord Azazel failed. He's the weake
Arthur spent a month with his parents before he decided it was time to return back to his realm. The portal to his celestial home opened before him, a brilliant vortex of celestial energy.As he stepped towards the portal, his parents held his hands, their eyes filled with pride and love. "You're going back to your realm, Arthur," his mother said, her voice tinged with both joy and sorrow.Arthur nodded, a sense of duty filling his heart. "I have a responsibility to protect both worlds," he said. "But I promise I'll visit you as often as I can."His father squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "We understand, son," he said. "You have a duty to uphold, and we'll always be here, cheering you on."With tearful yet proud smiles, they bid him farewell as he stepped into the swirling portal, back to the Celestial Realm.As Arthur emerged on the other side, he found himself in the heart of the Celestial City. The ethereal glow of the realm enveloped him, and he felt a surge of power as he re
With Azraziel's defeat, the very fabric of the underworld began quavering. The ground shook, and the rivers of lava started erupting, spewing molten rocks into the air.Arthur hurriedly set off into the depths of the underworld, navigating through the chaos and destruction, determined to find his parents.As he ventured deeper, he hadn't gone far when he stumbled upon them – his parents, chained together to the wall, unconscious and vulnerable.Seeing them after all these years sparked a wave of emotions inside Arthur. Memories of them and the painful moments flooded his heart.He rushed to their side, going on his knees as he hugged them tightly, enveloping them with his celestial aura. His embrace radiated warmth and protection, shielding them from the falling rocks and molten lava eruption. With a radiant glow, they vanished from the underworld, leaving behind the chaos and darkness. * * * *Arthur's father woke up to the tantalizing smell of
Arthur arrived at his parents' house, his heart pounding in his chest. Nervousness gripped him as he stood before the familiar door, having not been with them for ages. Memories of the past flooded his mind, the hurtful words they said to him, and how they rejected him for being a failure in life. Taking a deep breath, he tried to push those thoughts aside, reminding himself that he only wanted to see them for the last time, to find closure and perhaps even to forgive them. As he reached for the doorknob, his mind played a cruel slideshow of all the terrible things they said about him. The pain from the past resurfaced, and he could still feel the physical and verbal abuse that he endured before running away from home.He wondered if he would be able to meet their eyes, to face the ones who had hurt him so deeply. Despite the pain, he longed for a chance to forgive and move on.Summoning courage, he knocked on the door, hoping they would be there. But there was no response. Te
The people on the streets below screamed and scattered in fear, seeking safety from the unexpected terror that had emerged from the depths. Panic spread like wildfire, and chaos erupted throughout the vicinity.Arthur tried to make meaning of what this meant. Then his mind flashed back to the news he heard this morning. Somehow, that mysterious cave must have a connection. This was not a mere coincidence; something had awakened this demon's powers and he was going to find out what it is. First things first, he must protect the city and its people. He swiftly descended, his white wings guiding him to the heart of the chaos. As he landed, the ground trembled beneath his feet, and the air crackled with energy."Stand back!" Arthur called out, his voice commanding attention. The onlookers gaped at Arthur, astonished to see a being like him with wings. The demon turned its attention to the imposing figure before it. It was clearly drawn to Arthur's divine power, sensing the threa
Arthur called for a meeting of all the gods of the realms, and they gathered before him at the celestial council. As the gods arrived, they saw Arthur seated at his magnificent throne, his divine aura radiating with power and determination.The gods of Astralia were among those who stood before Arthur, their faces reflecting disapproval and disbelief. They had doubted that Arthur could return and defeat Astorath, but here he was, the new Supreme Celestium.Beside him, Celestia sat with their baby in her arms. Her presence added an air of grace and serenity to the gathering.Arthur stood up, and all eyes were on him as he addressed the assembly. "My fellow gods, today marks the beginning of a new era in the realms. I stand here not as a conqueror, but as a protector and guide for all beings."The gods of Astralia looked unconvinced. The hate in their eyes was evident enough for all to notice. Arthur continued, turning his attention to them. "You gods left Astralia for your vacation
Arthur looked into Astorath's eyes, and saw a gleeful smile on Astorath's face. Astorath spoke, "This battle is over. I've won."In that moment, Astorath unleashed a devastating blast of energy that exploded Arthur into ashes. The force of the blast left nothing but smoke and ashes where Arthur once stood.Astorath rubbed his hands on his chest, feeling disgusted. "Weak." He was certain there was no way Arthur could survive that obliteration.Suddenly, the wind grew strong and swarmed around Arthur's ashes. Astorath watched, feeling a warning in his mind, but before he could react, something extraordinary happened.From the ashes rose a powerful surge of Phoenix flames, swirling and igniting in a blaze of vibrant colours. The flames took shape, and there, emerging from the fiery inferno, was Arthur, renewed and transformed.His body was engulfed in the majestic Phoenix flames, and his eyes glowed with a divine radiance. The very essence of rebirth and resilience emanated from hi
Astorath's created razor-sharp energy blades that filled the air, making it difficult for Arthur to maneuver. Arthur remained composed, channeling his inner strength, determination, and experiences as he gripped his sword, which shimmered with divine light. With a swift motion, Astorath released his celestial blades, sending them hurtling towards Arthur like a barrage of shining projectiles. Arthur's movements were swift and evasive as he dodged the blades using bursts of divine energy to propel himself through the air.Then he retaliated with a burst of his own divine energy, a radiant wave that scattered the celestial blades in all directions. Astorath's eyes narrowed in surprise at the display of power. "Impressive. Your rapid growth in swordplay is second to mine but it would take a lot more than that to defeat me."The two gods closed the distance between them, their swords clashing with a resounding impact. Their energies intertwined, creating a magnificent display of divin
Arthur was surprised at Celestia. He stammered, "We can't do this? You're a god..."She chuckled and waved her hand dismissively. "Don't be a dunce, Arthur. Look, we're both gods, and we can still procreate."Arthur was taken aback by her response. "But we can't. Why? What good would it do?"Celestia sat on the bed, facing him, and stared directly into his eyes. "Let me explain," she said gently. "In the realm of gods, there's a balance of power, much like the concept of Yin and Yang. By combining our powers, we create a unique energy that embodies the best of both of us."Arthur looked puzzled. "And how would that help me face Astorath?"Celestia smiled, her eyes gleaming with desire. "When two individuals with complementary Yin and Yang qualities come together, their energies combine to create a harmonious and balanced relationship. When you and I mate, we shall create a flow of energy stronger than any god."Arthur couldn't believe his ears. "You mean if we mate, I'd gain an incre
The next day, Arthur walked out of the hotel, determined to find a pathway or gate to Astralia. He felt an unyielding desire to return to that realm and save everyone. He won't rest until he did that.As he strolled through the city, lost in thought, he passed by the bank when suddenly he heard gunshots. His instincts kicked in, and he realized there was a hold-up happening inside.He stiffened, knowing that people's lives were at risk. He felt his hand balling into a fist. What kind of a man would he be if he didn't save those people?Then, a risky idea struck him. What if he allowed himself to be killed again? Perhaps dying might lead him back to Astralia.With newfound determination, he hurried into the bank, surprising the robbers. They pointed their guns at him, yelling, "Get down or we shoot!"But Arthur stared back at them defiantly. "Well, go ahead. Shoot me."The robbers were perplexed by his fearlessness, exchanging puzzled glances. One of them warned him again, but Ar