In an age drowned in chaos and fire, a child was born not of peace, but of power 'Kaiden'.
From the moment he could walk, Kaiden's world was steeped in brutality. Raised under the iron rule of ancient demons who knew nothing but conquest, he was taught a single truth:
Power is everything.
He learned to fight before he could speak, to conquer before he could feel. And when the old kings fell, it was Kaiden who rose sharper, crueler, stronger than them all.
Wielding the might of a thousand legions, he led his people in a brutal campaign that shook the foundations of the world. Kingdoms crumbled beneath his shadow. Cities burned like paper. Kings wept before him. Mortals, gods, and monsters alike whispered his name in terror.
Kaiden, the Demon King.
In time, he ruled nearly 80% of the known world, a crimson empire built on bones and ash. And yet, Kaiden was not satisfied. His reign had no room for weakness, not even the weakness of time. So, to ensure his dominion endured forever, he forged something darker, something eternal.
He called them his Devil Progenies, his finest creations, born from the bones of the demon kings before him.
Each of them was a living weapon, carved from war and baptized in power:
Kaen, bearer of cursed black flames, his Flame Sword burning hotter than hell itself.
Serine, a stoic warrior wielding blood magic, her towering claymore drinking deep from the battlefield.
Draven, whose Beast Eyes saw the instincts of all living creatures, and whose Primal Rage made him unstoppable.
Malrik, master of the void, calling forth abominations from the Abyss with every flick of his hand.
Lyra, the youngest, but perhaps the most gifted, capable of bending earth, fire, water, and wind to her will.
They were more than soldiers. They were his children. They were his legacy. And they loved him not just as a king but as a Mentor.
To the world, they were monsters.
But within the fortress of the Demon King, they were family.
The Spark of Change :
And then came the day everything began to unravel.
Kaiden, atop his obsidian tower, had long stopped fearing humanity. They were broken. Scattered. Hiding in ruins and forests, clinging to legends of a hero that would never come.
He laughed at their prayers.
Until, while patrolling the outskirts of his domain, he saw something strange, a girl. A human. Young, draped in noble silk. Standing in front of a trembling child, she shielded the boy with her arms spread wide.
Her maid stood behind her, terrified, yet still refusing to flee.
Kaiden expected begging. Tears. Pleas for mercy.
But her voice was calm. Her eyes, unwavering. There was no fear. No hatred. Only unbreakable will.
Something in Kaiden… paused.
"What's your name?" he asked, more curious than commanding. "You look like royalty. And that maid behind you, most nobles wouldn't risk their life for the poor."
The girl held her head high and answered,
"I am Princess Mari of Velmoria. This is Jessica, my maid.
I protect others because it is my duty."
It was not a plea. It was a declaration.
Kaiden could have killed her where she stood. Yet, something in her words, her courage unsettled the king of demons. For the first time in centuries, he felt something he didn't recognize.
"Come with me," he said. "Stay by my side… and I will spare the innocent."
Mari, swallowing her fear, agreed. Not for herself but for the people she stood for.
And so, Kaiden brought the princess into the heart of darkness, into the fortress feared across the world. There, the five Yakshas awaited, silent and curious. Their father had never brought a human home before.
Meanwhile...
Far to the west, beneath the high towers of Velmoria, the throne room boiled with rage.
King Aldric Valmore, father of the captured princess, stood surrounded by his generals. His pride was wounded, his bloodline tainted by a demon's hand. But more than pride, it was fear that moved him.
The stories whispered by survivors were true. Kaiden had not only conquered, he had evolved. Now, he held a princess in his grasp.
The king knew what this meant. If Kaiden could change... if he could feel... then he was no longer a beast.
He was becoming something far worse:
A demon with a heart.
And that could not be allowed.
Aldric clenched his fists and declared before the banners of his ancestors:
"We end him. We end the The Five Devil Progenies. We end the Demon King, even if we must tear open the gates of hell itself."
And thus, the final war began not between good and evil, but between truth and illusion, between what the world believed Kaiden was, and what he was becoming.
To be continued...