Chapter 1 It's a Universal Problem
Life had settled into something dangerously unfamiliar.
Peace.
No blood spilled.
No monsters hunted.
No servants of the Demon Lord crawling out from the shadows.
Four months and not a single attack.
That alone felt wrong.
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Strom's House
Fresh from a bath, steam still clinging to his skin, Strom stepped into the hall and stopped.
A plate of fruit sat neatly on the table.
Dravyss was busy in the kitchen again that's why a light breakfast.
Strom sat, picked up a slice of mango, and took a bite—
And his mind Fucked up.
Strom (freezing): "…Why does this taste like ginger?"
He chewed once more.
Yep. Ginger. Definitely ginger.
Slowly, carefully, he peeked into the kitchen.
Dravyss was there, calmly slicing onions with a knife.
The same knife.
She glanced at him.
Smiled.
Kept cutting.
Strom quietly retreated back to the table, staring at the mango like it had personally betrayed him.
Strom (whispering): "Same knife… for everything…"
Then he remembered his friend's words.
Sam's complaints.
Astrid's rage speeches.
Both of them have the same issue.
'My mom uses the same knife'
Strom: "So… it's a universal problem then."
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KNOCK.
Strom froze.
Another knock.
He stood, walked to the door, and opened it—
Then slammed it shut instantly.
His back hit the door.
Eyes wide.
Breathing sharp.
Heart pounding like war drums.
Outside stood Valika, Queen of the Elves.
Behind her—
An entire army of elite elven warriors.
Golden armor.
Cold eyes.
Silent discipline.
The last time Strom saw her…
In the Gladiator and everyone knows what have happened.
Strom (behind the door): "Valika sorry but I don't get any more options that time."
Valika (calm, controlled): "Open the door. I want to talk."
Strom: "WITH AN ARMY!? You brought a conversation like this!?"
Valika: "We're not here to hurt you. Please… open the door."
Silence.
Then Strom exhaled and unlocked it.
The door opened.
Valika (she stepped inside alone and raised a hand): "Stay outside."
Her army obeyed her words standing outside.
Valika (She looked around the house): "Nice place by the way."
Strom (nervous): "How do you know where I live?"
Valika: "I have an army."
Strom: "…So you spy on me."
Valika: "Yes (Then she smiled) And thank you."
Strom( blinked ): "THANK YOU? For what?!"
Valika: "And after that day… no elf died in the Blood Moon night."
Strom stiffened.
Valika continued, voice steady but sincere.
Valika: "The curse is broken. No more blood-lusted sprites. No more uncontrollable slaughter."
Valika (She met his eyes) : "I'm sorry my people thinks you are the devil who kill the king but atleast no one call him monster. Only because you my dad is still a 'Hero'. Thankyou Strom."
Strom (swallowed hard): "I'm sorry for your father, forgive me if possible.."
Valika: "There is no debt between us anymore."
And with that, she left—her army marching away in perfect silence.
Outside, villagers stared at Strom like he had personally invited an elven invasion.
Strom (waving them off): "She's a friend. Relax. Go do your work."
They slowly dispersed.
Strom closed the door and leaned against it.
For the first time since the massacre…
The guilt loosened its grip.
The Cosmos Elf Town was no longer a wound that bled every month.
Peace had come.
Chapter 2 – The Cave Forge
Night swallowed the mountains whole.
Deep inside a cave, firelight danced against stone walls as the forge breathed like a living beast. Sparks crackled. Metal sang.
Sam and Strom stood shoulder to shoulder.
Sam: "So! You're thinking again."
Strom (nodded) : "We'll upgrade my weapon to Next level."
He paused mid-step.
Sam: "Dude… your spear can already kill gods."
Strom: "Yes."
Sam: "And you want more?"
Strom: "I want it to farm aura"
Sam (stared): "You're insane."
Strom smiled slightly.
Sam: "Okay… explain before I regret being here."
Strom reached into a pouch and poured mana dust into his palm. Then he took out a faintly glowing stone.
The moment the dust came close— It pulled toward the stone like iron to a magnet.
The dust moved on its own.
Sam: "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL—"
Strom: "Cersent Gem."
Sam: "…So?"
Strom: "Mana dust follows it. Always."
Sam was speechless from that knowledge.
Strom: "I embed the Cersent Gem into my spear and You my bro will merge mana dust into my blue blades."
Sam (cracking knuckles): "Fair."
Strom: "But first—you make a mana river."
Sam (smirked) : "Easy as hell."
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The forge erupted with glowing powers.
Sam carved a flowing stream of mana mid-air, a glowing river humming with energy. Strom worked carefully, embedding the blue Cersent Gem into the core of his Dragon Spear.
Only five blades hovered around the spear.
Sam (confused): "Why only five?"
Strom (not even looking at him): "Because control matters more than numbers."
Mana dust poured into the river.
Sam chanted spells.
The blades drank the energy greedily.
Meanwhile, Strom slid a silver shaft ring onto the end of the spear.
A dangerous artifact.
Not normal.
Not mortal.
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Flashback:-
Strom walked home after slaying a beast with skin harder than steel, and his spear struggle to cut through it.
On the way, he found a graveyard of an Ancient God in the middle of nowhere.
Gold.
Rare metals.
Relics long forgotten.
A Tomb so old even forest is nothing.
Then he saw it.
A silver ring resting on a sword handle.
Elegant & Silent.
Strom (tilted his head): "If no one's here to protect this…"
He reached for the silver ring.
Strom: "Then I'll—borrow it."
He grabbed it and immediately ran.
Strom: "NOT STEALING—JUST PREVENTING RUST—"
He didn't look back once. 💀
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Back in the forge, the truth was clear.
The ring's ability was simple and terrifying.
Adaptation.
Whenever the weapon struck skin—any kind—
The sharpness adjusted itself to pierce through it.
Gods. Demons. Anyone.
Didn't matter because it's a god's power.
And it fits perfectly at the end of Strom's spear.
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When forge gets silent then Dragon Spear floated mid-air, glowing softly.
Five blue blades orbited it.
Four were normal one but, One was different.
It carried the old spear blade.
Sam (whistled): "Yeah… you were right."
Strom: "Aura farming."
Sam: "This looks crazy as hell."
Strom: "That's the idea."
Sam (shook his head): "How do you even come up with this stuff?"
Strom: "Overthinking at night is enough to kill The Demon Lord itself."
Sam (laughing) : "You really need sleep."
They left the cave together at cold night air greeted them.
No enemies.
No Chaos.
Just laughter echoing into the dark.
And somewhere far away—Something ancient felt the change.
Chapter 3 – The Last Servant
Thunder rolled like a war drum.
Black clouds twisted above the ruined castle of a fallen king, lightning clawing at broken towers as an overwhelming presence crushed the air itself. Stone cracked. Shadows bent.
A voice echoed through the halls.
Demon Lord: "You can't keep hiding. You are the strongest among them. This is your duty."
Silence.
Then another voice answered. Calm. Broken.
?: "No. I will not fight again."
Demon Lord: "I am your master. You exist to obey."
?: "I have already given you enough servants. I obeyed you for ages. Now leave me alone."
The Demon Lord's tone darkened: "Yhustel!… because you refused, all my servants are dead now. Every single one."
(Lightning struck the castle floor)
Demon Lord: "You were meant to free me."
Yhustel (lowered his head): "I will never lift a weapon again."
Demon Lord: "This is the last time I will ask."
Yhustel: "Please… leave me alone. I am not strong enough for this anymore."
Demon (laughed bitterly): "You were not born to sit in ruins. You were born to dominate. You can't be defeated."
Yhustel (voice cracked): "I was born to die in pain. That is my truth."
Silence fell.
Then something impossible happened...
Demon Lord: "Please, Yhustel."
A cosmic being, ruler of realms beyond count, reduced to pleading before his servant.
Yhustel closed his eyes.
Long seconds passed.
Then—
Yhustel: "Fine! But this is the last time."
Demon Lord: "Remember one thing."(The shadows sharpened) "Kill the Dragon first."
Yhustel: "I will kill them all. And then… I will free you, my master."
Demon Lord: "Go. Complete your task."
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But who was Yhustel?
Yhustel was the strongest servant of the Demon Lord.
The one who had once blessed The Death Stalker after his sacrifices ritual when he gets free from the wizard's book, to became the Demon Lord servent.
The only being powerful enough to grant Demon Lord–level blessings without permission.
His existence alone was a nightmare.
His blessings were said to be the most violent miracles the universe had ever seen.
Yhustel could not be defeated.
Not until he himself gave up.
And Yhustel never gave up.
Strength beyond reason.
He could lift anything. Even worlds.
Durability beyond fear.
Even gods could not wound him.
He was not a servant.
He was not a general.
Not a weapon.
He was judgment.
Yhustel—
The Knight of The Demon Lord.
Chapter 4 – The WTF
Two days later, the world finally blinked.
Rumors spread like wildfire across every realm, whispered first… then screamed.
A Demon Knight had been seen near the Seal of Eternity.
No raids.
No massacres.
Just a presence so heavy it bent the reality.
Zyphus and Violet arrived at Strom's house like messengers carrying a nuke.
Except… no one panicked.
Zyphus (leaned against the wall, grinning): "Finally. A servant after four months. Guess the Demon Lord ran out of options now."
Violet (adjusted her coat): "I got news that he's only ten feet tall. Not exactly a nightmare."
Strom (cracked his knuckles): "He's dying tonight."
Wraith (glanced at him sideways): "Overconfidence gets people buried."
Astrid (laughed): "Come on. We've got a guardian dragon, a backup dragon, and the best fighters alive."
Nia (smirked): "Bet he's the last one. After this, we're done with Demon Lord bullshit."
Sam: "Feels like the destination."
Dravyss stood, already summoning her armor: "Then pack your gear. We're ending this."
No hesitation.
No fear.
Armor locked.
Weapons sharpened.
Spells prepared.
Under the cold night sky, they mounted Dravyss' back and took off, slicing through the wind at full speed. Laughter followed them into the clouds.
This wasn't a mission to save the world.
It felt like a midnight trip with friends.
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They landed near the Seal of Eternity, dust exploding outward as boots hit stone.
Everyone stepped forward, fully armored.
And then… they saw him.
A lone figure sat atop a massive rock.
Red skin.
Black horns curling back like crowns.
Ten feet of muscle wrapped in gold-and-black armor.
But No weapon...
Strom (scoffed): "At least bring a kitchen knife."
Yhustel (chuckled softly ): "I didn't need that."
He raised one hand.
The air screamed.
Strom's Dragon Spear began to shake.
His grip failed.
The weapon ripped itself free and flew across the battlefield, slamming perfectly into Yhustel's palm.
Silence....
Yhustel: "Thank you, Knight. You forged it… beautifully."
The spear began to change.
Metal screamed.
Energy surged.
Its length expanded to match Yhustel's size.
The blue blades burned crimson.
Wraith (snapped): "Where the hell did you buy that freak spear?!"
Strom (stared, shaken): "I...I didn't buy that. I built it."
Sam: "Then how the fuck is he controlling it?"
Strom (swallowed hard): "I only saw the design. There was no description."
Yhustel (looked at the weapon like an old memory): "Because it was mine."
He lifted the spear, its aura warping the ground.
Yhustel: "And you recreated the thing that will end you."
Zyphus (stepped forward, unfazed ): "Doesn't matter. Weapon or not, we're finishing this tonight."
Steel rang.
Nia transformed into Zyron.
Dravyss' armor sealed into place.
Magic surged.
Blades ignited.
They took their stances.
Dravyss: "We won't give up."
Yhustel lowered his spear, eyes calm… tired… unbreakable.
Yhustel: "Neither will I."
The ground cracked.
And the night held its breath.
Chapter 5 – The Strongest Servant
There was no warning.
No names exchanged.
No understanding of what they were facing.
They clashed.
Steel, magic, flame, shadow, and fury collided in a single instant.
Strom moved first, summoning two of his blades to his hands. Without the Dragon Spear, he adapted instantly, striking from blind angles.
Dravyss and Zyron charged together, raw draconic force driving their assault as the others flooded the battlefield behind them.
Yhustel met them head-on.
His spear came down like judgment.
The first strike slammed into Dravyss and Zyron. Dragon scales held, sparks flying. The second strike followed immediately.
This time, the blade pierced.
The ring's power adapted instantly, cutting through what should have been impossible.
Dravyss roared and retaliated, claws slamming into Yhustel's chest.
Nothing.
His armor didn't bend. Didn't crack.
Zyron wrapped around him, trying to crush him with sheer mass. Dravyss followed with a brutal tearing motion, aiming to rip him apart.
But Yhustel broke free in a blink.
One strike smashed into Zyron's forearm.
Another slammed into Dravyss' shoulder, sending her skidding back across the ground.
The rest joined the fight.
Violet and Sam unleashed ranged hell.
Spells erupted. Arrows rained like thunder.
The attacks hit.
And vanished instently.
The armor absorbed everything.
Zyphus struck from the shadows, twin spears flashing as Astrid followed with her massive axe, swinging with enough force to split mountains.
Yhustel stepped through them.
He blocked.
He dodged.
He pushed them back effortlessly.
Strom landed multiple hits with his blades, slicing across joints, gaps, weak points.
But Nothing.
Not even a single scratch.
Wraith summoned ice crystals, spears forming mid-air and crashing down in a freezing storm. The temperature dropped violently but...
Yhustel walked through it.
The cold didn't slow him.
The ice shattered on contact.
He wasn't struggling.
He was measuring them.
Strom leapt, fists glowing as he unloaded a full-force punch into Yhustel's helmet.
Once.
Twice.
Again and again.
Nothing.
Yhustel: "Didn't eat breakfast?"
He grabbed Strom mid-air and slammed him into the ground hard enough to carve the earth beneath them.
Strom: "Ouch…"
Yhustel looked down at him.
Yhustel: "Go home, Knight. This is your last chance to live."
Before Strom could answer—
Zyphus struck again from the shadows.
Astrid slammed her axe into Yhustel's knee with everything she had.
For the first time, his stance shifted.
Dravyss and Zyron didn't waste the moment.
They unleashed a combined inferno of cosmic flame, flooding the battlefield as Violet and Sam followed with their strongest spells and a final rain of arrows with the freezing crystal shards.
Strom drop a blue fire strike followed by an Ice spike of Wraith and Blood rain arrows of Violet.
Light consumed everything.
The ground shattered and night exploded.
And when the dust finally settled—
There was nothing left.
No movement.
No sound.
Only smoke… and silence.
Chapter 6 – Now It's My Turn
The dust didn't settle.
It hung in the air, frozen by the sheer force of what had just been unleashed.
Silence pressed down on the battlefield then...
Strom (panicked): "No… no....NO. This can't be real."
Dravyss (turned sharply): "What happened?"
Strom (eyes widened): "I can still feel my spear energy."
Five glowing blades cut through the smoke.
Then a figure stepped forward.
Unharmed.
Armor unbroken.
And a faint grin carved across his face...
Yhustel (cold): "Now… it's my turn."
He vanished in smoke.
A thunderous impact slammed into Zyron, knocking her sideways before she could react. Yhustel moved again, faster than thought and after that something unexpected happened.
The spear drove forward to her.
Straight into Dravyss' chest stone.
The light went out from the stone violently.
Strom (screaming): "MOM!!!!!"
Dravyss collapsed. Her body hit the ground hard and lifeless.
Yhustel stepped forward, placing his foot down with finality.
Yhustel: "I warned you."
Zyron roared and grabbed him, launching skyward in desperation.
A mistake.
The spear flashed and cut her left wing and she fell.
The earth shook as she crashed beside Dravyss and died from the impact of hitting the ground.
Yhustel landed calmly because he was still unharmed.
Zyphus struck from the shadows, twin spears flashing.
Yhustel turned with a smile.
One clean motion of Spear slash and Zyphus sliced in clean two pieces.
Violet (losing everything) : "ZYPHUS!"
She ran to him, collapsing beside his corpse.
Sam grabbed her arm and tried to pull her back.
Sam: "Violet, don't—!"
But it's Too late.
Yhustel stepped forward.
Only One more motion of Spear and Silence screams louder than any words.
Violet lay dead beside Zyphus, unmoving and no heartbeat.
Wraith leapt, phantom energy tearing through the air.
Another mistake.
Yhustel struck her down hard. Her own weapon pierced , injures her arm as she rolled away, barely dodging.
Sam raised a barrier, panic flooding his face but the spear moved faster than anyone though.
Sam barely dodged the spear but those blue blades they got him straight to chest and one struck on his throat.
Astrid rushed to Wraith, gripping her shoulder trying to remove the sword from her arm but...
Yhustel was stepping close calm & slowly...
Astrid (tears streaming): "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry."
She stood again, rage burning through the pain of losing someone.
Astrid: "STAY AWAY FROM HER!, ASSHOLE!!."
She is sprinting holding her axe and ready to strike with full force.
Yhustel sidestepped.
One push then he drove the spear on her back until the blade dug the ground deep inside.
Strom was kneeling in front of Dravyss lifeless body begging her to wake up once more.
Strom (tears forming): "Mom! Please come back, we need you...."
( Then after a hollow breath).... "I need you mother please!"
Yhustel turned, his eyes locked on Wraith, when she was struggling to remove the sword from her forearm.
He hurled the spear straight on her...
Wraith couldn't move. Pain has already locked her body.
She shut her eyes in terror.
STRUCK!! (Spear pierce)
She opened her eyes and Froze in fear...
The spear hovered inches away from her throat—stopped.
Because Strom was standing in front of her .Spear has pierced through his chest because he tries to save her and it costs his life.
Time froze.
As Yhustel pulled the spear free, Wraith's helmet was torn away revealing her face filled with tears and pain of losing everything she has.
Yhustel stepped closer, placing his foot against Strom's chest.
Yhustel: "I told you to run away. But stubborn people always die."
Yhustel turned to wraith again but then he stunned in the place.
For the first time—
His grip loosened.
His breath caught.
He stepped back...
Wraith forced herself up, gripping her blade with shaking hands. She had lost everything and everyone.
Nothing left to lose now.
She charged on him, screaming through tears, blood dripping from arm.
Yhustel didn't raise his weapon.
He dodged and one controlled strike just enough to make Wraith collapse, unconscious.
The battlefield fell silent.
Bodies lay still, blood painting the ground crimson.
The night wind passed over broken armor and fallen legends.
Yhustel stood alone on the battlefield, he couldn't be defeated but he lost something
And for the first time in centuries—
His hands started trembling again.
Chapter 7 – The Awakening of the Demon Lord
Yhustel let the spear fall from his hand.
Metal struck stone with a hollow echo.
His breath trembled. His chest felt tight, as if his heart had forgotten how to beat properly. His vision blurred.
Yhustel (whispering): "No… Yhustel. NO!."
He clenched his fists, forcing control. Slowly, he picked the spear back up and stepped toward Wraith's unmoving body.
His arm lifted.
Then stopped...
The spear plunged into the ground beside her instead, shaking the earth itself.
Yhustel (staggered back): "I can't do this… I'm not strong enough."
He knelt, carefully lifting Wraith into his arms as if she were made of glass. Her breath was faint, but it was there.
Alive...
He turned toward the Seal of Eternity.
But the blade meant to open it was gone.
Yhustel paused, sensing it.
Far away, half-buried in stone and ash, lay the ancient sword of Grimvalvor.
He didn't move.
He raised his hand and the air bent for him.
The sword tore itself free and flew toward him, stopping inches from his hand.
Yhustel guided it forward and placed Grimvalvor into the mouth of the seal.
With a single twist of his telekinesis ability, the world changed.
The ground groaned.
The sky darkened unnaturally, clouds spiraling as ancient power surged back into existence.
Fear spread across the land.
Every heartbeat slowed.
The moon vanished behind crawling shadows.
Then—
Two massive red eyes opened within the darkness.
A smile followed.
Too wide.
Too knowing.
The Demon Lord returned...
He looked over the battlefield. The fallen guardians who have fought him once are now silent.
Demon Lord: "Good… but wait."
His gaze locked onto Wraith.
Breathing.
Alive.
And in Yhustel's arms.
Demon Lord (ordering): "Kill her. Now."
Yhustel (tightened his hold, shaking his head ): "No. I can't. She reminds me of someone."
The Demon Lord (laughed softly): "She will never love you."
Yhustel: "I know."
His voice cracked, but he didn't look away.
Yhustel: "Still… I'll protect her. At any cost. I love her."
His eyes narrowed.
Demon Lord: "She will be the reason for your fall."
Yhustel: "I don't care."
Demon Lord (The ground trembled again as the shadow get angry): "I will consume this planet."
Yhustel dropped to one knee, bowing for the first time in centuries.
Yhustel (but it's not a request it's more like a warning) : "Please… master. Leave this world. I beg you!."
Silence stretched.
Then the Demon Lord laughed once more.
Demon Lord: "Only because of you… I walk free again. But remember—she will never ever accept you."
Yhustel (turned away, holding Wraith closely) : "Thank you… master."
And with that, he vanished into the darkness—
carrying the last living soul of a fallen warrior in his arms.
"To be continued… if anything remains."