The Way of a Demon Lord

"Who?!" The king subconsciously wiped his tears off and began to circulate his magical energy. He stood up and began to look around, scanning through the surroundings. But alas, he did not find anything out of the ordinary.

He used his magical senses to the fullest, giving his all to spot the source of that peculiar voice. However, the result was the same. He could not find anyone, only darkness transpired in the room.

The middle aged king frowned. Was it just his hallucinations? But he did let his guard down- he did not dare to. If by any chance there was someone close to him, and was able to hide herself like this- she was a terrifying entity.

"'Who?'?" The feminine voice reached his ears again, throwing his question back at him. "Aren't you the one who summoned me?" The voice was emotionless, but powerful nonetheless- capable of shaking anyone's heart.

"Who the fuck are you?!" The king was now completely on his guard. "Get the hell out!"

"It's rude to speak to the guest you invited yourself to your house like this." A figure appeared out of nowhere. Darkness itself melded with her very being. She was only a few meters away from the King.

The king subconsciously took a step back. He swallowed his own saliva.

The figure was a young lady who looked as if she were not any older than twenty. She was wearing a slitted jet black dress. Her body- only the term 'perfect' could do it any justice. Perfectly shaped plump breasts, slim waist and wide hips and thighs- every single one of them was a sight to behold.

The lower half of her face was covered by a thin veil of sorts. But her deep, dark eyes that were akin to two abysses gave off a charm that even made a mighty king like him to bow.

He aggressively shook his head, trying not lose himself in those eyes. But not anyone of the previously mentioned features was the attribute that made her 'unique'. They were on top of her head.

No, they were not her silky black hairs- the ones whose smoothness could be felt just from looking at them. Rather, it was the pair of horns that protruded through her jet black hair.

He took a gulp again and removed his gaze from her horns and fixed them on her abyssal eyes. This time, he was using magical energy to keep himself sane.

"Who are you?!" He shouted. "Why are you here?"

"Tsk." She clicked her tongue. "We're humans always this foolish? Did I just not tell you? You summoned me."

"What nonsense!?" The enraged king bellowed. "Identity yourself. Or you will not leave unscathed." He already had this feeling that defeating her would not be an easy feat, let alone killing her.

"I am a demon." She answered. "And your pleas for help summoned me all the way here." Her tone was as nonchalant as ever.

"That's it. Die!" He casted the spell he had been preparing in secret. All those questions were nothing but a ruse to buy time.

Tens of pieces of gold broke and rose up from the floor, creating a dozen of golden sharp blades and began to float in the air. The king waved his hands the instant they formed.

*Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.*

Every one of those sharp projectiles shot towards her at breakneck speed, but she remained unfazed- with the same nonchalant expression on her face.Â

The moment they were about to pierce into her fresh looking skin, she waved her hand.Â

*Poof*

All the sword disintegrated. Only a vanishing smoke with golden hue remained.

"What?!" The king's eyes almost popped out from their sockets. That was solid gold and the spell he just used was a top tier spell that could pierce through anything. But he could feel those blades fall to bits since they were connected to him.

The magic she just used, it was anything but ordinary. And the most terrifying fact was that she did not even have to prepare a spell or draw out a circle or anything. She just had to wave her hand and'¦ poof.

"Now, are we ready for a talk?" She looked at him right into his eyes, breaking through all of his defences.

He gulped. "Ye'¦yes." He realised that he had no choice. The being right before him was 'something' even level 9s could not touch.

The young horned lady approached him. Soon, she was close. But before he could think of anything, she shoved him away and sat on the throne-like seat. Her face was expressionless, as if she just sat on a random seat.

"You wish to bring all your neighbouring nations under your flag, don't you?" She asked casually.

He remained silent, deciding not to give away anything.

"Three officials in the Royal Court of Nemphis are your spies."

"What?!" He took a step back again, even circulated his magical energy subconsciously for a moment. "How do you know?"

"The moment you summoned me, you had to sacrifice a bit of your soul in return." She looked into his eyes again. "Hence, I know everything you know."

The king felt something gripping his heart. This was too terrifying. Was she really a demon from the legends? And did he actually summon her?

"Mi'¦ ma'am-"

"We are dealing as equals. Mhmm'¦ let's see'¦" She began to contemplate. "Call me Miss Dark."

"As you wish, Miss Dark." The middle aged man bowed. He stood upright again and gulped. "Miss Dark, are you really going to help me conquer the Confederation?" He remembered the old legend about demons.

"Yes." Her answer was direct. "Provided you can sacrifice your full soul later, and also compensate me for summoning my body without material sacrifices."

King Leopold looked down and began to contemplate. Moments later, he heaved out a sigh and looked back into her eyes with determination burning in those of his own.

"Good." The demoness nodded. The king could feel a smile underneath that black veil for the first time.

"This might be the most fun deal I have done in a while."

The king frowned.

"After all, it's not every world where I can find a 'fellow' demon." The smile underneath her veil turned into a grin.. "Let alone going against it."