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Before the demon’s final opponent slain him. He had gotten word of the status of his last lover. Itoka has been slain by the people of Ieyasu Tokugawa
Hearing this news the demon was silent never uttering a word of feeling. He ordered the messenger to get out.
“But, milord-“
“Get out of here now or you’ll die.” He said it all too calmly.
Even though there was a war outside between two clans, the messenger only felt his life would be slain by his own lord if he didn’t reciprocate his order. He left immediately with no more words. Who knows what the messenger did when he left. Did he try to hide? Did he try to fight? Did he try to run. It didn’t matter what it was. At the end of the day, he never made it out of the Akuma castle.
Fighters of Tokugawa took his life with one slice from each person. The two guards paroed making way for their lord as the messengers blood seeped towards him like a red carpet welcoming him into the room where the Demon Lord Vox Akuma stood.
“Well, don’t tell me that was your private soldier.” Tokugawa finished and stared up slightly at the last person in his way of this land and it’s resources. A still emotionless king. What more moves could it take except for a step left or right. If this final piece were suicidal it would even take only one step forward.
“I wouldn’t dare have my people who are weaker than me guard me.” Tokugawa would laugh if he cared to, but he didn’t. This “king” is only spouting words in a corner of despair. The only living move he has left is to run his mouth. From the looks of the offensive lord, this king makes his own pawns look like the gods of war.
“Well that’s too bad. I don’t think your people got the memo, seeing as they’re all dead.”
This is why Tokugawa’s last words and thoughts were ignorant. His ability to not know the strength behind Vox Akuma was no one’s fault but his own. Vox may have sounded emotionless and silent but his eyes widened with all types of emotions. Especially the one that he remembered for a brief moment, sadness. This sadness was wipe away by rage that he continues to remember til this day.
This rage was so charged that with only a lift of a finger…every.thing. went. Red.
The places he once lived were all in flames and ashes when he came to while standing straight up. He passed out without falling to the ground. His eyes focused as he examines the battleground before him. He’s made hell of a land he was supposed to make heaven for his people. Yet ignorantly he sent them to die. A montage of all the people that he personally spoke to and cherished the most flashed through his head. He could smell all of their burning bodies and spilled blood.
This sight was all too familiar. Like a demon he didn’t put their bodies to rest. Who knows how long he’s been out of it. Half of the bodies might’ve already become ash and new dirt.
Vox Akuma turned his back to this ruined land. To his people.. To his love never to return. Never to be seen again in the Sengoku era Japan.