Son of King Arthur is a Demon

The Ashen Throne had summoned me.

No formal announcement.No escort.Just a letter, signed by the king himself.

I stood alone in the heart of the audience chamber, wrapped in that familiar darkness where my war plans once echoed.

But today, the silence tasted different.

Demon King Velgaar entered.

His footsteps echoed heavily across the cold stone. His crown had become a burden. His gaze, a hollow abyss.And yet… he smiled.

A broken smile.

"Ahzrael…"

His voice was hoarse, strangled.

"My old friend…"

A long silence.

"You've done what even I could never accomplish. All to secure my throne.

You united the Seven Great Houses. Forged alliances. Brought down the heavens for me."

He looked away. Fractured.

"And yet… my throne trembles."

I said nothing. I waited.

"The army follows you. The people chant your name. And me? What am I now? A king without a crown? The shadow of my own right hand?"

His fists clenched. Then… his eyes changed.

They turned sharp. Cold.

"Ahzrael! You defied the order. You shattered the sacred chain that bound you to me."

And in a single, fatal breath, he spoke the sentence:

"That is why… you must disappear."

He raised his hand.

I recognized them instantly.

The black flames.

Mine.

My own creation, turned against me.

They burst forth, swirling like starving fangs around me.

I didn't move.

"You really think this fire can consume me?" I whispered.

"This fire is mine. I could snuff it out with a single thought… if I weren't…"

Then I understood.

Too late.

The floor. The circle. Invisible, but perfect.

A trap.

A circle of annihilation, crafted for me alone.

My magic choked. Cut off.

I was nothing more than a puppet of flesh, caught in my own spell.

Figures emerged from the darkness. Elite warriors. A full strike squad. All armed. All ready.

Velgaar was nearly laughing now.

"You're a mage without equal, Ahzrael… but even the greatest becomes prey without his fire."

He stepped closer, madness glinting in his eyes.

"This throne… You thought it could be yours? I am the only master here. And I decide who lives… and who dies."

The soldiers hidden in the shadows struck.

Their blades pierced my flesh. The pain was instant. Blazing. Pure.

I fell to my knees, surrounded by my own flames.Devoured. Betrayed.

Everything I had built turned against me.

I raised my eyes to Velgaar.

No fear.

Only… a vast, aching sorrow.

He leaned in, voice low:

"You became what I never could.You are the king they were waiting for."

I smiled. Joyless. And said:

"And that's exactly why…you never will be."

"A king who trembles before his own right hand… is no king at all."

The flames tightened their grip.

And in that final breath I had left… I felt no hatred. No regret.

Only a promise.

I will come for you even if I have to crawl back from the depths of Hell to do it.

Death was slow.

Too slow.

And then…

Silence.

A void where nothing remained, and I fell without end.

My thoughts unraveled. My memories faded. Even my name shattered into fragments.

Even my hatred my last ember grew dim.

Until…

In that infinite darkness…

I saw a light.