Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

The darkness within makes it difficult to tell where up and down were, left and right too. Anybody who's trapped here would first start to lose their sense of direction, then their sense of time and space before ultimately losing their sense of self.

This room seems to mimic what one would experience if they're trapped in a void space without the unstable spatial fluctuations that could rip apart anything and anyone.

The sleeping figure was a humanoid male with deep purple skin. He's about 20 feet tall and was wearing nothing but thin silk robes. His body was bulky with muscles adorned by black veins that pulsed with his black blood, signifying his still active life signs.

The most prominent feature about this person was his horns. They grew from his temples and wrapped around his head like a thick thorn crown. It almost looked morbidly beautiful, and it's also a sign that confirms his identity because amongst his people, only he had such kind of horns.

Even his own son's horns paled in comparison to his.

Despite seemingly being in a peaceful slumber, from time to time his body would twitch as if he were being electrocuted. The movement was quiet and almost unnoticeable, but it's definitely there. Anybody who watches closely would surely notice it.

For now, it is unknown why he's like this, but one could guess that this might be the reason why he's sealed in these dark chambers.

It is also unknown how long it has been since he came here. Even if this person himself woke up and was asked, he wouldn't be able to tell either, but it has definitely been some time since he stepped outside.

And after an untold amount of time, this person finally showed signs of waking up.

Swoosh!

You'd think that any form of breeze should be impossible in a room like this, and that would be correct. What happened just now wasn't caused by some random breeze of the wind that just appeared out of nowhere; it was caused by this person's body siezing up all of a sudden.

Time and space seemingly turned still; it's as if they were watching with bated breath, waiting for the awakening of this person from his long slumber.

Then he opened his eyes. And from his eye sockets, black lightning flashed for the briefest of moments before revealing a strange pair of eyes.

They were pitch black, save for the golden vertical pupils. These eyes stared at the void surrounding him, expressing confusion for the situation he found himself in.

Then, his brain started supplying him with his memories to refresh him. In an instant, clarity returned to his eyes, yet he still has to make any type of movement.

"It has certainly been a while since my mind was this clear."

A deep and gravelly voice distorted the void space around him, its sound seemingly penetrating the very fabrics of time and space without his conscious control. Surely a sign of his overwhelming yet still mostly slumbering might.

He then tried moving his body. Discovering the feeling of unfamiliarity and the numbness of his limbs caused a displeased frown to appear on his face. His mind sure was clear, yet the long period of his slumber caused his bodily functions to sieze up as well.

It's not that he didn't want to move; his body's just not letting himself do so. He's going to have to wait until his bodily functions wake up one by one. And even then, he had to stay here and regain familiarity with his body first. There's a way he's leaving this room as a walking nuke that could destroy his people out of carelessness.

As he waited for his body to catch up with his awakening, bits and pieces of the past flashed by his mind.

He remembered going on a terrible rampage before sealing himself in this same room. He also remembered the broken memories of his fragmented clarity during his maddened state. Fortunately, this room was made to withstand his wrath and madness; otherwise, there'd be no demons left at this point, and he'd become the biggest sinner of his kind.

He also recalled his glorious conquest with his people. Even though it has been a long while, he could still remember some memories from his youth.

He remembers the days when he was still innocent, unaware of the cruelty of the cosmos, and just happy to spend time with his family and friends before they were ruthlessly taken away from him all because their race needed to breed strong warriors without any weak bonds.

Memories of pain, struggles, nefarious plots, and loss all played out in his mind as his bodily functions were being restored one by one.

He recalled how he clawed his way to the throne. His path was filled with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. He mourned the deaths of his loved ones and grieved for the innocence he lost. Since then, he never turned back. He completely assumed the mantle of a tyrant and began his ceaseless conquest of the stars along with his people.

Under his leadership, they braved the unknown. They visited many strange worlds, plundered their resources, and converted useful warriors into their mix, all for the sake of their ever-expanding might.

He led his people to unknown heights, turning them famous (notorious) even amongst the cosmic alliance. Of course, he knew that they'd be hunted by them, but the fact that his efforts alone brought his people to this height will always be his pride.

But at the same time, he also yearned for something more. After learning about the existence of the Divine Council, his greed couldn't stop him from yearning for that throne. Your next chapter is on m v|l-e'-NovelBin.net

'The Six Leading Races of the Divine Council.'

Such a grand title, really. It sounds simple, but within the alliance, their reputation couldn't be defied. Everybody looks up to them and worships them like their gods walking amongst men.

Since he learned of their existence, a wild ambition germinated in his heart. His ultimate goal was then decided.

He wanted to either replace one of the six with his people or, at the very least, become the seventh.

Of course, he wasn't an idiot. He obviously knows just how much work he needed to do to make this happen. Hell, you could even say that this sounds impossible. But he had done the impossible before. He was a miracle maker! It was him who brought his people to this height after all!

So, with burning confidence and wild ambition, he began plotting for his dreams. Yet fate sure has some painful ways to remind someone of their incompetence and audacity.

He initially thought that things were going as he planned. He even managed to seduce one of the alliance's upstart geniuses, making her his queen. Their union gave birth to his son, who showed immense talent and wit.

But things quickly fell apart when the clan of his queen discovered their impure union.

Her father appeared before him. And with just one look...

One simple glance—one that is filled with endless disgust and contempt towards him—his entire being was cursed. And this curse burrowed all the way to his soul, casually bypassing any and all of his defenses like they didn't exist in the first place.

That's the first time he descended into madness, killing at least half of his grand fleet in his rampage before returning to clarity. He damn near killed his own son too.

When clarity returned to him, his hands were already dyed with the blood and guts of his people. His son was terrified, and his queen was gone, never to be seen again.

All of this was caused by one simple glance from that man.

You know what's even more hillarious? It's a fact that neither his queen nor her family were part of the Six Leading Races. Not even fucking close. Yet the old man of her queen, who seems to be just as old if not slightly older than him, made him eat such a huge loss all from a single glance.

That's when he realized how laughable he truly was.

He couldn't even muster any form of resitance towards some random guy of the alliance, yet he dares to dream about becoming the next chairman of the council.

He sure as hell doesn't know the real immensity of heaven and earth.

That man disdained to even eradicate them simply because he thinks that they're not worth the effort. His queen also despised him and his son because she discovered the thing he had done to her.

And thus, with his tail in between his legs, he fled as far as he could with his remaining people. All while resisting the unbearable curse that man placed on him.

Finally, after thousands of years of enduring this hateful curse, it's finally gone. He was finally able to completely flush it out of his body. He no longer has to be conscious about going mad out of nowhere and accidentally killing everybody around him.

And as his last few bodily functions kicked into activity, time and space resumed their movement around him. A strange force lifted his body upright, and an overwhelming might exploded from his body, so much so that it leaked through the seal and made its presence known to his people.

"Hear ye! Hear ye! Our God is awake!"

"The Demon God awakens!"

"Hurrah!!!"