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The Duke Of Darkness.
The Duke of darkness strolled down the hall of fame. Large Icicles around his neck to warm up the ever-burning heat inside him.
'It is not easy to survive without the fires of Hell' he thought, 'So, I had to improvise.' he smirked.
"Your name, sir?"
Rotten, decomposing, pungent smell. The Duke of darkness frowned, He is not a demon. Demons don't smell this dead.
"Rayner, The Duke of Darkness." The Duke of Darkness said. He observed the demon closely. Apart from the odor, He looks fake.
The young demon nodded at the dark lord.
"Your means of identification, sir."
Lord Rayner, aka The Duke of Darkness, raised an eyebrow at the demon. He waved a hand in front of the suspicious demon and details about Lord Rayner materialized with the royal seal of Lucifer himself to confirm that it is real.
The odd demon observed Lord Rayner's means of identification closely. After confirming its originality he ordered someone to open the pearl gates for Lord Rayner.
"Since when did 'means of identification become an entry ticket to the demons lounge?" Lord Rayner questioned with a hint of suspicion. The odd demon eyed the other demon behind him, but Lord Rayner was smart enough to sense this move. He smirked, "I knew something was smelly about you."
The demon behind the odd one transformed into a creature with claws, bat-like wings, and elongated fangs.
Vampire. Lord Rayner hissed as the odd demon also revealed his true color: silver furs, red eyes, and paws. Werewolf- Lord Rayner sneered.
Both deceiving supernaturals charged at Lord Rayner, but Lord Rayner was fast enough to dodge the attack. Dark mist from Lord Rayner's hand clouded the attackers as he removed the large round chain of icicles from his neck.
Time to heat these daring assholes. Lord Rayner smirked.
The smell of burning meat and the painful hissing of the blood-sucking leach could be smelled and heard after Lord Rayner released the fires of hell upon them.
Five minutes later, They were burnt to ashes. The Dark Lord towered above the burnt ashes of his newly discovered enemies with a victorious smile.
That's right. You don't dare mess with the Duke of Darkness or try to spy on him and the members of the demonic lounge.
His smile of victory gradually turned into a vicious smirk. If you do, you get burned. Let this be a warning to your comrades... I am not to be messed with.
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'It is not easy to survive without the fires of Hell' he thought, 'So, I had to improvise.' he smirked.
"Your name, sir?"
Rotten, decomposing, pungent smell. The Duke of darkness frowned, He is not a demon. Demons don't smell this dead.
"Rayner, The Duke of Darkness." The Duke of Darkness said. He observed the demon closely. Apart from the odor, He looks fake.
The young demon nodded at the dark lord.
"Your means of identification, sir."
Lord Rayner, aka The Duke of Darkness, raised an eyebrow at the demon. He waved a hand in front of the suspicious demon and details about Lord Rayner materialized with the royal seal of Lucifer himself to confirm that it is real.
The odd demon observed Lord Rayner's means of identification closely. After confirming its originality he ordered someone to open the pearl gates for Lord Rayner.
"Since when did 'means of identification become an entry ticket to the demons lounge?" Lord Rayner questioned with a hint of suspicion. The odd demon eyed the other demon behind him, but Lord Rayner was smart enough to sense this move. He smirked, "I knew something was smelly about you."
The demon behind the odd one transformed into a creature with claws, bat-like wings, and elongated fangs.
Vampire. Lord Rayner hissed as the odd demon also revealed his true color: silver furs, red eyes, and paws. Werewolf- Lord Rayner sneered.
Both deceiving supernaturals charged at Lord Rayner, but Lord Rayner was fast enough to dodge the attack. Dark mist from Lord Rayner's hand clouded the attackers as he removed the large round chain of icicles from his neck.
Time to heat these daring assholes. Lord Rayner smirked.
The smell of burning meat and the painful hissing of the blood-sucking leach could be smelled and heard after Lord Rayner released the fires of hell upon them.
Five minutes later, They were burnt to ashes. The Dark Lord towered above the burnt ashes of his newly discovered enemies with a victorious smile.
That's right. You don't dare mess with the Duke of Darkness or try to spy on him and the members of the demonic lounge.
His smile of victory gradually turned into a vicious smirk. If you do, you get burned. Let this be a warning to your comrades... I am not to be messed with.
******(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)******
Hi guys!
I am new here, and I hope you guys like my story!
I am a dark fantasy writer and I will be posting short stories like this every week!
Please like this story to show your support! Thanks!
© All rights reserved
