Unrivaled Demon's Odyssey

The four knights trembled in fear as though their soul had left their bodies.

They just saw Nero for a split second and heard Nero's voice in the dark, but they knew what was going to happen to them.

They could only see white hair radiating and swaying in the air and a pair of crimson red eyes.

The sound of Nero flapping his wings was louder than the rumbles of the clouds.

Nero looked at Emilia, who was bleeding from her head, nose, and mouth. Her face was swollen up, and her clothes were ripped.

None of the knights could take their eyes off Nero.

Suddenly, a strong storm carried with rain hit them, and they closed their eyes.

When they looked again, Nero wasn't there, and neither was Emilia.

Nero carried her to the nearest tree, then looked at her. She was trembling and crying in fear.

Nero didn't know whether she was scared of his vampire form or she was just trembling due to the storm.

"Don't open your eyes until I say so," Nero uttered, then walked forward to the knights.

He stood about two meters away from the knights. Nero then raised his hand and pointed it towards the knights as the knights tried to run only to fall further down to the ground.

Nero's eyes were glowing red, but there was nothing but darkness in his eyes.

A crimson red sludge appeared in front of Nero's palm as it shined more and more, and got bigger— as if it was alive and wanted to devour everything.

The sludge reacted to Nero's emotions, and his emotions unleashed his unforgettable memories.

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In my previous life, when I was dying, I was happy— I thought I would finally get rid of that stingy feeling in my heart.

Darkness enveloped me, and then when I opened my eyes, I saw a couple holding me and looking at me with a genuine smile on their faces.

At first, I thought it was some kind of dream or just a dying brain's fantasy, but I was wrong. I was reincarnated into another world with my memories of my previous life.

All those novels I read before seemed true. But I was in no mood to live. My memories brought all those feelings with them that I wanted to get rid of so badly.

Even though I was a mentally a teenager, physically, I was still a newborn child. I couldn't move my body as I wanted to, nor could I do anything. I couldn't understand anything because of the different language of this world, nor could I speak because my body hadn't developed— I was trapped in the body of a newborn.

A normal and typical human was reborn as a hybrid son of the greatest rulers of two deadly races.

I was born as a half demon- half vampire. My father was a demon lord, and he wore a crown that had three crystals carved on it— blue, green, and red. My mother was a former vampire queen who left her throne to be with my father.

They both fought all the time and teased each other; they messed with each other, but anyone could tell that they were so in love.

For some reason, they both were constantly attacked by people of all races, so we had to switch our whereabouts every other week.

That continued for months, and over months my father killed many lives.

My mother didn't like bloodshed and wanted peace. She believed that people of all races could co-exist together. She would often ask those attackers to back off.

Whenever father captured the attackers, he would try to kill them, and mother would ask father to forgive those attackers.

Father would get angry every time, saying how naive and kind she could be, but my mother just said the same thing every time.

'If they regret what they did and promise never to harm anyone again, then you should forgive them.'

'There may be thousands of reasons to kill them, but even if there is one reason to forgive them, then please forgive them.'

Father would forgive some who promised never to harm anyone but killed those he needed to.

My father listened to everything my mother said but not always obeyed it. He was afraid to get hated by her, and she was afraid to get hated by him.

They were really… an odd couple.

As the saying goes, 'The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they don't wish to see anyone else suffer the way they did.'

Both my father and mother must have lived a lonely, sad, damaged life, and they must have suffered— far more than I can even imagine. They both wanted to stop the wars between realms and races, and live their life peacefully. 

But in the end, my father was betrayed by his archdemons, and my mother was captured and tortured by humans.

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.

Demons are monsters who would give in to their temptation; they are the incarnation of evil. And they do what they are supposed to do; it's their nature.

What is human nature?

Humans are... a mistake, but I don't blame all humans since the innocents don't deserve to be sacrificed or suffer, and the evils don't deserve to live.

I see humans but no humanity. They wanted me to get rid of all demons from the mortal realm, and I did. But all I see now are humans living as demons.

It has always been like that. I don't think this world has a fix to that, if there was one, the gods would have done it a long time ago.

This world is still the same; its people are the same, its conflicts are the same, everything is the same, and it shall always stay the same. Until...