Battle of The World Kings

Chapter 1

The flames allowed for the writing on the wall to be seen by Drazelin. Tracing his claw-like finger along with the carvings, making quick deciphering of the message etched in stone. 

"The Last Dragon will fall & the undead will roam the earth, all the angels descend with their feathers. The demons fear the last living, and all that will remain is the offspring of the ancient, the powers lost to the First Blood awoken."

With a scoff and a dismissive wave of his hand, Drazelin continued further into the cave. The flickering flame gave light to bones littering the floor. The further he went, the fresher the corpse.

Drazelin heard a shriek come from deep in the hall, his nerves allowing for the presence of corpses but not whatever killed this many people. He clasps his necklace and whispers to his Draconic Ancestors.

"Dragon of Fire and Light, I call to you now for your protection. Sharpen my mind and my blade as I follow your will, " pulling a long knife made of gold from his sheath.

Shining brighter than the wavering torchlight, the blade was crafted by Drazelin's master. Made of dragon bone and woven with ancient draconic magic,  the enchantments on edge calmed Drazelin. Whatever was down this horrid cave was no match for the protection given by the Dragon King.

With confidence and some would say grace, Drazelin glided down the corridor, observing the strange runes and relics scattered across the cave.

"The Dragon King always sends me to these dusty old crypts; maybe I want to be an aristocrat like Emelya & travel to lavish palaces & forts, " Drazelin muttered to no one in particular, baring his fangs in a smirk.

He looked down at his appearance, a black and purple tunic, black pants, and black shoes with gold embroidery on their tips. Being part of the Dragon Kings Guard was to be in exile, always hiding in the shadows, perfecting their dark arts to protect his kingdom.

Drazelin comes to a halt as the corridor widens to a small cavern filled with gold, silver, and iron. The space smelt of ripening corpses and stale blood. Swords, shields, armor, and gold lay scattered around the chamber, corpses lining the walls. Above, a single hole revealing the night sky and steady moon's light shining through.

"Good thought I was going to have to do my magic without the moon's energy, " Drazelin whispered, sliding the torch down his hand until he held the embers. Searing pain ran through him, yet he stood stoic.

The pain awakening the magic deep within him that so few elves had left, his eyes flaring a deep violet. "Ignis Serpentis," Drazelin mutters into his flaming hand.

Slow tendrils of fire expanded from his hand, lighting the room with blazing red flames.

In the center of the room, just out of view of the moon's light, a dark form is shifting and clanking. As the flames of Drazelin magic got closer to the shape, moans of agony started coming from the shape.

Bone cracking and flesh-tearing as the form stood tall, Drazelin clutching the torch and blade in a moment of terror.

"The King truly sent me to fight a Demon Lord, all on my lonesome, with an enchanted sword and some unfinished draconic magic training, " Drazelin said aloud, pure dread filling his senses.

In the caravan was a Demon Lord, a grotesque demonic force that binds itself to a human, whispering promises of great fame and wealth from a relic. While alive, the human is granted numerous gifts and blessings, some wealth, others strength, but at a cost. The human soul upon death gives the corpse over to the demon, locking the human and demon soul in the body. The human soul is trapped while the demon soul mutates the undead corpse, forcing the human soul into torment in their undead corpse. With every soul the demon can devour within the human's body, extends and strengthens the undead entity.

From the number of bodies that lined the corridor, this must have been a powerful one.

"The flames of the serpent called, disintegrate all the Holy Flame touches," Drazelin proclaims, the fire tendrils changing from their gentle flow to serpents lashing toward the Demon Lord.

The serpents never got close to the Demon Lord. A strong demonic force batting off the spell, filling the room with the smell of rotting flesh.

"Oh fuck, " Drazelin whispers as the demon looks up from his abyssal stare. The magical pressure mixed with the deadly intent of the demon was enough to kill a human being.

Groans of pain coming from every movement, the existence of the being pained and tortured. "I am the Demon Lord Bastratios, destroyer of the untemptable and in hatred of the Light," his eyes shine an icy blue as the room chills. Pulling a black blade with skilled practice, the blade dull and chipped.

"Come forth and let me feast again," the demon says, his voice bellowing through the cave.

Chapter 2

Drazelin stepped into the middle of the cave, his flaming sword in hand. His breath visible up as the temperature of the room dropped immensely.

The Demon Lord held his hand out, a puddle of ice and snow gathering at his feet. From within the mini snowstorm, howls resonated.

Drazelin jumped backward as two undead ice hounds came from Demon Lord Bastradios' magic.

Shoving his torch into the first demon's face, he pushed his hand into his pouch. Pulling out a scroll.

He ran his hand across the edge of his gleaming sword; the second hound is lashing out as he dived out of the way.

He placed his hand on the scroll and threw it onto the floor between him and the hounds. The blood on the scroll swelled and overflowed onto the floor. Soon a puddle of blood was gathered on the ground, boiling and gleaming.

The blood ignited into a blazing flame as the hounds tried to pass. As one of the hounds attempted to jump over the fire, a Phoenix rose from the fire.

The hound and Phoenix collided, a screech heard for all to hear.

The Phoenix and hound rose high up into the cave, the hound latching onto the Pheonix's wing. The Pheonix blazed bright, his flames burning away the hound's jaws.

The hound fell to the ground, crawling up to the Demon Lord.

Bastradios eyes flamed blue as he raised his sword and swung down swiftly. The hound's head fell to the floor, turning into a storm of ice and snow. He took a deep breath, and the energy flew into him.

Drazelins heart dropped as the Demon Lord looked his way, the malicious energy freezing over the flames Drazelin conjured.

The Bastradios launched forward, his sword a blur of ice and metal as he slashed at Drazelin.

Drazelin met his blade head-on, the force of the blow met with the Dragon King's magic. He fell back onto the ground as his leg gave out on him, rolling out of the way of the second blow.

The second hound lashed out as the Pheonix latched its talons into the beast's neck. Lifting it above the ground, the hound lashing as the Pheonix lifted him swiftly higher.

Drazelin ran his hand across the blade, the blood igniting the magic within the edge. The knife went ablaze, Holy flames flowing from the sword. He swings the blade toward the Demon Lord, the fire slashing against its chest.

The Demon Lord swayed and fell back, the ice hound rushing to his side as ice flaring out from his blade toward Drazelin.

He was slashing the flaming sword again, the magics colliding in the middle of the chamber, veering to the right. One wall of the cave collapsed, revealing a dark section Drazelin ran into as the Demon hound rushed at him.

The floor was littered with bones, Drazelin running over them. The flaming sword allowed him to see a pedestal in the back of the cave; a big black book sat atop. The hound rushes in after Drazelin, crushing the bones beneath its claws.

Drazelin rushed to the back of the room and held his sword up to the hound. The hound leaped at him, Drazelin slamming his sword into its chest. Cold blood-splattered him as the hound howled in agony.

Throwing the hound to the side, he takes a deep breath. The air filled with the smell of burnt meat and fur as the hound ignited in flames.

"The Dragon Kings magic at its finest, " Drazelin says, swinging the blade skillfully. He looks over at the book, grabbing it, the heavyweight of it baring down. Putting it in his pouch, he would have to read it later.

The Demon Lord walked to the entrance, his ice flaring around him like a blizzard. He jumps toward me, slicing his blade through the air. Drazelin parries, the blow throwing him into the pedestal, breaking it.

Drazelin quickly stands up, pain in his side. He could not block the attacks head-on. As the Demon Lord swung again. Jumping to the side, Drazelin slashed his sword across the Demon Lords' side, shards of ice and flesh coming from the wound.

The Demon Lord didn't stop as he swung again, the blade slamming into Drazelin's chest. Blood sputters from his mouth as the Lord's eyes flared icy blue.

Drazelin feels the cold rush through his body as the Demons energy flowed through him.

As the frostbite froze his blood, he then found himself in a white room. Nothing in sight but a man dressed in black walked toward me. In a tunic of the most bizarre making, with sharp collars and sleek, oily pants. In his hand, he held a book that looked like the one Drazelin had just picked up, but it was white and shiny.

"So, " the entity said, " Seems you found the Book of Blood, kid."

"Last time one of the Four Kings caught up to me, it was that damn Techno lord, the little bastard almost ruined the world in less than four eras."

Drazelin looked down at himself; the hole in his chest stopped flowing blood. His pouch glowed a blood-red, pulling out the book; it shined brighter. Opening the first few pages, blood started to flow from the writing and seams of the book.

Drazelin looked at the entity in horror, the entity returning with a simple smile.

"That book will bleed for you, " the entity says, holding his hand up. " The Book of Life is used to create new worlds."

"The Four Great Books, " the entity says, opening his book as the image of four books comes into focus.

"The first one, obviously being mine, " he waved his hand around, and nature blossomed in his gaze.

"The creator of Lifes, this book holds the multiverse, the creation of all worlds rests on this book's safe passage to the next."

"Next comes the Book now in your possession, " the entity says.

"Your Book is the connector between these worlds, " Drazelin, surrounded by a puddle of blood as he stood there in terror, "Death or, more specifically, blood."

"Blood connects all life, " the entity says.

"Between all the worlds the Book of Life has created, " the entity sighs deeply, "I haven't been able to create one without blood."

"It messes up with the whole paradise scheme every time, " he says. The blood was flowing across the wildlife the entity summoned.

As the blood touched the wildlife, it died and withered.

"And with Blood comes the last two Great Books, " he says, bending down and plucking a dead flower; he twirls it in his hand slowly.

"The Books of Preservation and Destruction, " visibly scowling.

"If I'm not mistaken, " the entity says, "the book of Destruction is in the realm you just came from."

"Each entity that the book deems worthy is given the status of World King, only four between all the realms in this book."

"Being World Kings gives them the access to travel the multiverse, each in their independent power."

"The Kings of Preservation and Destruction usually alternate in their endeavors, " he shrugs.

"Always at each other's throats, " he smirks, "but they keep each world in balance at least for a while."

"I think the King of your current realm is using the Book of destruction to control your world."

"As Life and Blood are connected, Preservation and Destruction are at odds."

"The concept of it runs in every timeline, " he says.

"I've traveled the whole Book of Life trying to break the bond those two books have."

The blood reached the entity's feet, pointed and sleek. With an eye roll, he lifted off the floor.

"Urgh, " the entity says.

"I've met you now, Blood King, " he says with a scowl.

"Your foul blood magic always knows how to ruin a perfectly good multiverse."

"The one time your Dragon King caught up to me was a real hassle, " the entity said.

"He will try to take your book, his magic stemming from his lineage, which still relies on blood even with the Great Book on his side."

"You have a power that will connect you to all things living or dead, " the entity says, "He will seek to use the original blood magic to make himself King of Destruction in all the realms that rest in the Book of Lifes Halls."

"So just keep in mind that you are a target now, " he smiles, "Master your Great Book, and it will protect you."

The blood around Drazelin grew darker, then began to flow around his legs. The blood swirled around him, engulfing him as the entity's eyes flared gold.

Drazelin lets out a scream as he was submerged in blood.

Chapter 3

Drazelin's eyes flash open, shining red as blood flowed from his mouth and chest.

He stands up, clutching his sword to see Bastradios' back to him.

He lets out a resonating yell, the blood pooling around him lifting off the floor as he raced toward the Demon Lord.

The Blood swirled around the blade, the flames turning a blood-red as the edge was driven into the Demon Lords' gut.

Eyes blazing icy blue for a moment before black blood began to flow from his eyes. The frozen blood within the hollow carcass began to flow out of the Demon.

Falling back off the blade, Bastradios looked down at his gut, black blood flowing profusely from his wound.

"How do I bleed, " he questioned, the ice around him turning to little snowflakes as they reached the door. The Demon Lord fell to the ground as black liquid gathered around him.

Drazelin fall over beside Bastradios, exhausted.

While he slept, all the wounds he had got from the battle healed, the black book conjuring blood-red sigils upon his flesh.

There he lay, his unconscious mind filled with blood magics and lineages of old and new, all under the One Blood Source.

He woke up on the third day, his body rejuvenated and blood red etchings upon his flesh. He stood, the energy in his body causing the ground to ripple as he set his feet upon the ground.

He looked down at the black book, the pages open and covered in blood writing. Bending down, he picked it up, a calming feeling flowing through him.

He flipped through the pages,