YamiCuoreLaroux

Really? You're the Demon King?

Seeing her prepared to finally fight him, the young demon stood up quickly from the throne. "Right! Once and for all, let's settle this!"

Removing the cloak and letting it drop down to the floor behind him, the sudden lightness surprised him almost into losing his balance as the armor beneath came into view. For the most part, it should have looked quite impressive despite its fairly simple design. The few metal plates protecting areas like the shoulders and the very center of the chest were adorned with swirling designs and dark red gemstones, some parts coming out in protrusions resembling small blades or spikes.

Unfortunately, while the black straps holding much of it together were clearly meant to emphasize exposed muscles on the chest, arms, legs, and abdomen, it also showed a very skinny frame on the boy, not at all like one would expect for a fighter. Or anyone hoping to survive so much as a few punches, for that matter. The dark wings and tail seemed much stronger, but overall, he seemed rather out of place in a fight.

Despite his sickly looking appearance, he seemed determined to rise to the challenge, using his wings to push him into the air and propelling himself off the back of the throne towards the girl, metal-enforced claws extended.

Really? You're the Demon King?

Hmm...
I think it actually started off pretty well when I imagined it. I figured that he would have a hard time at first, only just barely able to keep up enough to not be killed thanks to his demon abilities and eventually start to fight a bit more decently, maybe even start to seem somewhat competent for a while.

...only to ultimately fail at the end because his body hates him.

Really? You're the Demon King?

The young demon couldn't help but flinch a bit at the rebuke he received. "Th-that's so mean...I'm not that bad..." As he was grabbed and pushed back, though, there wasn't all that much that he could do but wait nervously for her to finish. The whole rant wasn't part of the plan as far as he knew.

"O-of course I can fight! What kind of demon king would I be if I couldn't?" Even as he answered the question, he could feel the anxiety getting stronger. Every worry he had before was slowly trying to crowd his mind again, to get him to back down.

He couldn't, though. This was his fight. He could do this, he had to do this! "Both of our lives have built up all the way to this moment! I won't hesitate!"

Really? You're the Demon King?

No problem, I can understand that. Talking scenes usually work better as a bunch of shorter posts, I think.

Animal Army (OPEN!)

@KatherinWinter
Also, I hope you feel better soon!

Animal Army (OPEN!)

@KatherinWinter
Ah, okay. I can wait.

Really? You're the Demon King?

"Eh?" The boy froze for a second in slight confusion. Was it really that hard to believe? "No, no. I am the demon king. You're supposed to fight me now or something. T-that was what you wanted, right? Did I do it wrong?" Quickly, he moved back to the throne behind him and picked up a medium-sized book sitting on one of the armrests, taking a moment to search through it before he placed it back down. "No! Yes! This is correct!" He turned back to the girl striding toward him. "I am the demon king you seek, and you are the hero I have long waited for. Our battle has been foretold of long ago...I'm sure." Pointing a clawed hand covered by the battle gauntlets at the hero in question, he continued. "Today, we shall bring the prophecies of ages past to fruition, and one of us shall defeat the other to claim victory."

It felt good, in a way. Even with the ever-present fear, a slight rush of adrenaline began to course through his system as he prepared himself for the coming fight.

Animal Army (OPEN!)

Is Roxy still at the stairs?

Really? You're the Demon King?

The demon barely held back a yelp, honestly startled by the announcement of the girl's arrival. He hadn't seen her position through the crystal, having still been trying, and at that second, failing to track her. He had no idea she was so close until she entered the room and said something. Trying his best to compose himself, he turned to face her, revealing a very pale face.

"Oh, y-you're here! Welcome! Or, um..." The boy's eyes widened a bit and he trailed off a bit awkwardly as he took in the girl's appearance. Despite having imagined this moment so many times, it seemed that he still wasn't quite as ready as he thought he would be. "Ah...welcome. It's nice to finally meet you, great hero." Even as he stood there, just making the introductions, he could feel himself shaking. Was he doing alright? He hadn't made too terrible an impression yet, had he? The ceremonial cloak seemed so heavy... "I am the current head of the Dizoralth line, the king of this realm. I've been waiting for you."

Really? You're the Demon King?

The palace, large and imposing as it had always been since its construction, held a special sort of unspoken tension that day. The very ornaments almost seemed to be watching for something. Something big. Though it housed many demons and often had countless more entering, exiting, and going about many forms of important work, it seemed as if a large portion of it had been cleared, as if in preparation for something. Most of the guards and such were outside, or in the outer portions of the structure, leaving the throne room and surrounding halls practically empty.

In the silence of the throne room, a lone figure stood turned away from the door, looking into a spherical crystal perched in a silver basin of water. Shivering slightly, the young man pulled the heavy robe of the previous kings a little tighter around his shoulders, keeping his wings in close underneath. As he pulled on the gauntlets for the great event he anticipated, he stared intently into the orb in front of him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his expected guest using the magical scrying properties it held. It made him nervous to think about the situation at hand, but at least it wasn't all bad. For the first time, he'd get to see them up close.