Son of King Arthur is a Demon

"You don't fear the flames when you're born from the ashes."

That phrase lives inside me.Like a memory of a home I've never known.Like an inheritance I carry alone.

I was born without a name, without a face, in a desert where the heat stripped flesh from bone, where ash blanketed every inch of sky, earth, and hope.

A place without justice, without mercy.

In the Demon World, pain wasn't punishment it was a blessing that made you stronger.

But where I was born, pain didn't forge anything.It killed.And left behind nothing but scorched bones.

And yet… I survived.

Not through strength.Not through luck.

I survived because I saw what others refused to face.Because I listened to what the screams tried to bury.Because I thought while the rest slipped into madness.

And in that wasteland of ruins, I grasped one simple truth:

Those who hope die.

Those who act survive.

So I left the ashes behind.

I crossed the infernal lands to learn.

I devoured cursed grimoires, studied war, strategy, manipulation. I unearthed ancient tombs, deciphered forgotten runes. I drank magic like a necessary poison until it became mine.

But in this world, magic wasn't enough.It had to be proven on the battlefield.

For decades, I fought. I bled. I killed. And I learned.

From cannon fodder, I became a soldier. Then a squad leader. Then a right hand.

Not out of loyalty.Not out of courage.

But because I knew where to strike, when to strike… and most of all, why.

War sharpened my magic.Magic sharpened my plans.

And soon, no one could ignore my name.

Not even him.

Demon King Velgaar.

Last of a fading bloodline. Many saw him as weak.I saw an opportunity.

He reached out to me. Offered me a seat at his side. Not out of kindness but because he needed me.

To him, I was just a pawn. A tool to prop up his crumbling power.

But I knew how to play that role perfectly.

And in the shadows, I began to move.

I reignited ancient feuds between the Seven Great Houses.Forged pacts with the strongest.Erased the traitors.Forced unity where there had only been chaos.

When the angelic armies crossed the Gate of the Outerworld, I turned that war into a necessity. I told them:

Unite… or burn.

Then I forged the black flames an ancient, forbidden magic, capable of consuming flesh, light… even divinity.

I changed the nature of demonic warfare: machines, spells, unpredictable tactics.

Because of me, the throne no longer held by tradition.But by power.

By my power.

The soldiers chanted my name. The elders whispered of my rise. Even the Great Houses bowed before me.

And in King Velgaar's eyes… fear began to grow.

A fear I failed to see in time.

A fear that, one night, changed everything.