I sat on my throne wondering, how long have I been here? If I recall correctly, almost two hundred years since I've become The Lord Of Darkness. Still, looking down my body, I barely look twenty years old at all—I had hoped my body changed into something more terrifying such as a monster, but no, they are still look human. I raise my head up watching the high ceiling, what else can I remember? The memories I had in this castle… I can't remember much of them. After all as the strongest Demon Lord on this world… no one had challenged me so far. It had been boring.
I had a dream about a group of heroes trying to take me down. I've been dying to say, 'Kuku, you're worthy fighting, human.'
I yawned as my body trying to push me out of the throne. The dark ambiance in this room wasn't helping me at all. What was the point having all the furniture around us these expensive when anyone could hardly see them. Can we turn on the light?
