The Lord Chaos sat upon his thrown like the ruler he was. He was Ruler of the under world, the lord of chaos, the god of havoc. No one ever challenged or disobeyed him without paying a price. He had put terror into those who believed they could not be stopped. He had managed to kill great immortals. He had nearly made the word immortal a myth. There was only one real immortal and that was himself. The only thing that stop good from overcoming, the only thing that stopped hell in its tracks, the thing that created dimension and filled them with life only to come back and devour. This thing had been so evil, so divine that no, woman or, thing had ever question his abilities. He had been pure evil. Though he had tried many time to break away from the fury that was deep inside of him. It was like a curse that would never go away. An insect that wouldn’t shooo. In the end the only choice he had was to accept his cure and turn it into a blessing. And that he did. He had slaughtered immeasurable amounts of beings. He had no other choice. And on the plus side. It made his stronger, it made him more divine, it made him better. The more souls he consumed he more divine he would have become. Better than anyone would have the power to be. He had not been afraid of death for he was death.
There was only one place for him. It had been as ruler of the underworld. Actually when he became ruler, he didn’t expect it to be anything like this. The fury inside of his soul seemed to be controlling him. Using him like a puppet. A puppet that could not do anything but watch as he raised hell everywhere. He would spread evil and death everywhere he went. Slaying massive universes, realms, and dimensions. And to this very he had still not been stopped. And it wasn’t on his schedule either. He had been training his army of sapiens for the next take over. Sapiens had been the demons that hell could not control or discipline. The Underworld was the only place that sapiens could be closely controlled. They were loyal to their master for they had seen what he was capable. He was capable of wiping out his own army and bringing the back to life. Well unlife actually for they were already dead. Sapiens were villainous beast. They had been n unstoppable army against anyone other than their master of course.
Demon sat his throne wondering where to attack next. He did not even know how much there was left of anything, or any dimension. For he had corrupted almost all of them. But there had to be more million of more and he would not stop until he had destroyed them all. Then what? You’d probably ask. Well then he will powerful enough to see if the ancient fable is true. The fable of an unknown dimension. A dimension so corrupted and evil that it had been vanquished and locked up for many years. When Demosapien was powerful enough he would try to break through the ancient black whole. To see what really lie on the other side. Whether it be the future or the past. He just had to know the truth. For it had been hard for him to speak to someone without taking their soul. But he had no control over that. But maybe if he got to the ancient dimension there would be more like him. Millions more. Some who he could speak to without them falling in front his feet begging for him to let them live. As they touched him their bodies would soon dissolve in thin air.
He sat there thinking and thinking. The only possible answer he had was to open a random dimension in thin air to find a place with life. His castle had been located deep in the fiery pits of the underworld. It had been like a large volcano. But its lava would melt the sun itself. He raised form his throne and began to gear up. He slipped on his war outfit. Then he put on his belt with his controllable chains on it. He then put on black gloves for his hands had been something more powerful then a universe itself. Those hands had ran through his blood line from his fathers and his grandfathers. Where this immeasurable power is from has not yet been noted. But in his mind he knows where it was from. The only place that could have so much power. The unknown dimension. It went by many names but his favorite had been been evil. Ya you heard right it was named Evil.
He had not only suspected that his ancestors had granted him these hands. But also Chaos and Havoc his two favorite guns. He lifted the guns and flipped them around in his hands. He made sure the gloves were on because he had not yet figured the power that would come if he connected the guns with his hands. As he flipped the guns around he could feel the cold metal chill his body. Not from its temperature but from its history. It had stolen countless souls. Well if you ever counted them you would probably end up with a couple trillion. The deal was whenever his weapons killed something or someone they would consume a soul. The more soul they consumed the stronger they were. The stronger he was the better chance of him finding his way t the other dimension.
He holstered the guns on his belts as flashbacks of the gods it had helped him murder had returned. The souls of gods had been different for his guns. Every god’s soul that was consumed by the gun added a mysterious star to the side of it. Now there had been 56 stars on both guns. He then lifted his magnificent sword. This was the only thing that had not caused hell for his life. For it nearly saved him in every battle. He named it Calvin Cluster. It was his sword of luck. For it only did on attack other than strikes every battle. And that special one attack it did always found the opponents weak spot. He slid the sword into the holder on his back. He then left his legendary castle as he walked through the gates of the underworld. As soon as he was seen billions of demons would group for his arrival all kneeling on one knee.
He had explained the plan to them. They had no other choice but agree. He also told them that if they disobeyed him he would wipe them all out. They knew wit was true. As he marched his army through different dimension they had not yet found one with life. Only one that they had conquered long ago. Until they came across one. As his army landed onto the biggest planet in that dimension he felt an unknown source of power. A power that he had not felt in a while. As he and his army landed they seen another army led by a huge man in front. It was if they were sensed when they arrived. As he looked at the army. None of their power rivaled the sapiens. But the man his powers seemed to almost be as fierce as Razors. How could he not know that there was still a god left to be destroyed? He would soon find out who this amen was.
The lord of chaos began to approach his opponent. There was not a bit of fear in his eyes. Only anger, and hatred. For who would dare challenge him. Every movement that Demos sapien made ws followed by the clang of the chains on his belt. His face was soon only centimeters from his opponents. He gazed into his opponent’s eyes.
If you quit now. I can promise you your soul will not go to bad use. Or you could proceed and I will torture your soul for the rest of eternity. And there one thing I have been dying to ask. Who the hell are you.