The King of Fairies is now a Demon Lord - Chapter 187: The Finale Begins!!

A/N: I recommend reading chapter 149 before you begin with this one.

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*SHWFFFFFF…!!!*

In mid-air, space began to crack, something deemed to be impossible. Pieces of the sky and air crumbled and the vacuum swirled across the newly formed hole as a hand reached out.

*Plop!*

*Boink!*

“So this is where the source of Pure Death Energy was emanating from.”

“Yes, your majesty.” Another figure popped out of the wormhole.

“Jalear, do you not think that this world looks… ruined? I can feel specs of antimatter.”

“Erm. Your majesty, I do not mean any offense when I say this but if your boss was ‘Death’, I think it would be a lot in line for him to go around killing and destroying worlds.”

The creature with the head of a fish and a cloud for a body but fins for arms and legs nodded.

“Well he did use his Pure Death Flames to destruct nine novemquadragintillion six hundred ninety-eight octoquadragintillion five hundred fifty-four septenquadragintillion two hundred seventy-three sexquadragintillion eight hundred seventy-eight quinquadragintillion three hundred sixty-two quattuorquadragintillion five hundred forty-four trequadragintillion two hundred eighty duoquadragintillion two hundred six unquadragintillion two hundred quadragintillion two hundred sixty-two novemtrigintillion five hundred fifty-three octotrigintillion eight hundred thirty septentrigintillion two hundred seventy-three sextrigintillion five hundred twenty-seven quintrigintillion seven hundred thirty quattuortrigintillion three hundred ninety-two trestrigintillion six hundred thirty-seven duotrigintillion nine hundred twenty-seven untrigintillion five hundred fifty-five trigintillion three hundred eighty-two novemvigintillion nine hundred ninety-nine octovigintillion two hundred seventy-two septenvigintillion five hundred thirty-seven sexvigintillion eight hundred eighty-two quinvigintillion six hundred twenty-six quattuorvigintillion seven hundred twenty-eight trevigintillion nine hundred twenty-seven duovigintillion six hundred sixty-three unvigintillion eight hundred twenty-nine vigintillion six hundred thirty-six novemdecillion two hundred ninety-two octodecillion nine hundred thirty-six septendecillion seven hundred twenty-six sexdecillion six hundred sixty-three quindecillion two hundred ninety-nine quattuordecillion two hundred sixty-three tredecillion seven hundred twenty-nine duodecillion two hundred seventy-three undecillion six hundred twenty-nine decillion two hundred eighty-six nonillion three hundred sixty-eight octillion one hundred ninety-two septillion eight hundred thirty-six sextillion eight hundred nineteen quintillion three hundred eighty-two quadrillion six hundred thirty-eight trillion sixteen billion three hundred ninety-one million sixty-three thousand nine hundred eighty-eight- worlds when he created it because he was bored and wanted to test the flame’s power.”

Jalear nodded. It had four heads but a single eye in the center. Its lower body was similar to a chimpanzee’s but had flowers for body hair. Overall, the color of the creature was dark red, and had two arms attached to each head with a voice box protruding from where a donger should have been.

“The tales of Death are certainly widespread.”

The cloud fish king laughed. “You do not understand Jalear. The tales of death are not just tales, they are reality and he is very scary especially due to being eternally bored. When one lacks purpose he or she will do anything to amuse themselves… let’s just say that it does not always go well for those that serve higher entities. Their amusement is always scary and mostly involves destroying or snatching things. They are similar to babies. Very very very powerful babies.”

Jalear’s eyes widened. He swayed his arms.

“So your majesty, are the rumors true? That you were once his goldfish that Death used to keep in a jar?”

The Cloud fish king’s face grimaced as if harsh memories had struck him.

“Yes… and those were the true dark ages of my life. It happens when your boss is a cringe, emo psychopath. You are lucky Jalear that you found a mature fish to serve such as me however all to naught. Death is back. We should give up all thoughts of resistance now. Maybe he has changed and is no longer a psycho.”

Jalear gulped his saliva, in the back of his mind all that he had heard of Death played. From myths to rumors to stories to novels.

Jalear doubted Al-Mazur Qida had changed. If Death were to revive, Jalear believed that he would try to dominate the omniverse again just for revenge instead of fun this time.

He glanced at his boss’s fish eye and so did the fish king. Both of them gulped their saliva as they turned around to look at the landscape that was in ash and ruin and fire and blood.

“What the fuck happened here though?”

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*Tap…*

*Tap…*

*Tap…*

The sounds of boots could be heard as they struck against the ash, causing them to break into further dust forming a chain reaction of ash falling through.

Flames flickered into the air and from that the shadows of the approaching figure grew longer. A man walked out of them.

A tall man of at least 30 feet. He had well-rounded compact muscles yet a thin lanky body, he wore a deep brown coat and black leather pants. A few tribal necklaces hung from his neck and he wore a pirate cap with red glasses shaped in a circle resting upon his nose.

He walked lazily as he held a piece of parchment in his left and a shotgun in his right. He looked up at the sky which was starting to clear up from all the smog and dust.

Hints of red could still be seen as if the sky itself had been crying out for blood. A deep maniacal smirk deepened on his ghastly visage as the creeping rays of the sun shimmered on his pale green skin.

He glanced at the parchment in his left hand. A picture of a beautiful lady with heterochromatic eyes with silky hair and porcelain skin. She was dressed in a black gothic dress and wore many silver accessories pertaining to ‘Death’.

Below the image were a reward of 69 trillion Star Credits and a custom design from wandering blacksmith Tempest.

“According to the divination… she should be here.”

He waved his shotgun around as he chuckled creepily.

“I love challenges.”

He licked his lips, his long purple tongue filled with a tongue piercing and metal ropes rendering the purple maggots that formed the tongue from escaping.

It was a delicate piece of work.

“Lady Hecate. Your head shall be mine to behead.”

The bounty hunter flashed a smile, most of his teeth were rotten or fallen down except for one that was perfectly embedded and had the brilliance of pure Mythril.

He languidly rest the shotgun on his shoulder as he continued to walk in a languid manner. This was the famed bounty hunter- Undying Maggot Bard. Famous for his works across realms and dimensions.

One of the best Bounty Hunters to walk the omniverse.

He hummed lightly and whistled occasionally as he let the darkness of the smog swallow him. A sickly voice could be heard rhyming bar after bar as boots thumped the demolished land.

“The tortoise, victor in the race’s embrace, Crafted a trap, a sinister chase. Who plays the rabbit, who hides within? A mystery enshrouded, secrets therein~”

He kept the parchment in his coat as he retrieved a black revolver from inside.

“The tortoise, once slow, now cunning and sly, A mastermind, plotting rabbit’s demise. But who wears the fur of the trembling hare? In shadows and whispers, it’s not made clear~”

Grabbing the empty revolver he put five bullets inside out of six.

“Is the tortoise the predator, cunning and sly? Or has the rabbit donned a clever disguise? An enigma to ponder, a riddle untold, A tale of deception that chills to the bone~”

The bounty hunter rolled the cylinder of the gun with his bony finger as he continued to sing.

“In this twisted game, the lines intertwine, Perception and truth become intertwined. Who’s the hunter? Who’s the prey? In this grim narrative, none can say~”

Pointing the muzzle at his head, he pulled the trigger.

*SPLOOOOOOSH!!!!!*

Bits of flesh and brain splattered the ruined ground. From the organic matter, worms began to escape and gradually dug into the soil.

The man fell down on his knees only for his shotgun to support his chest vertically. A few seconds later the cackling of a madman could be heard.

“KEJEKEKEKEKEKEKEJEJEJEKAEKE!!!”

His neck twisted as he somehow got up on his feet. He walked sluggishly as he rested the shotgun back on his right shoulder.

His vermillion eyes blazed with black spirals in them as he wore his red glasses. He opened his mouth as the maggots and horrors inside sang in a malovent tune.

“In shadows deep, where secrets creep, Whispers eerie, they softly seep. Bad luck, oh bad luck, at every turn, Lady Luck’s mercy, you’ll never discern~

~Rest not, dear soul, in woods so dread, For horrors lurk where darkness spreads. The Maggot Lord, a sinister beast, Hungers for a moment’s feast~

~Beware his hunger, his cunning wiles, A predator with twisted smiles. He waits for prey of splendid grace, To trap them in his vile embrace~

~So heed my words, my chilling plea, Escape the woods, break free, be free. For in the darkness, his power grows, And with each rest, his hunger shows~”

“Lady Hecate should not have taken a pitstop.”

He flicked a maroon coin in the air. The Bounty Hunter did not look at the result as he kept it inside of his pockets.

“For, I am here to hunt my prey.”