A Menace …Returned?

"Lord Azrath, please help me. I am the eldest of the Ghostflame clan. A few days ago, L-Lord R-Rahu invaded my clan and destroyed it! He slew my father and captured my mother!

"My family has served the Lord's family for hundreds of years, showing loyalty only to the Lord Crimson!

"Please, I do not ask for anything else—just return my mother and grant me some Nethis to survive.

"If the Lord grants me these minor pleas, I, Varkul, with my GhostFlame will swear my eternal loyalty to the Lord!"

A loud voice rang across the assembly in a large, dark castle. A young demonic boy was on his knees, begging.

With his head bowed, the boy declared in a voice full of righteous indignation.

Many demons stood inside a large, glorious hall, listening to the boy's angry yet pleading voice.

There were also eight thrones beneath the king's throne, where various demons sat.

The demonic youth had two horns stretching out from his forehead, a sturdy body with brown skin, and a somewhat average face (according to demonic standards).

His name was Varkul. He was the eldest son of the Ghostflame clan.

"Bold! How dare you bring such trivial matters before the Lord! Take him out of here immediately!"

The crowd erupted in murmurs.From the large front door two guards came, lifted him and dragged him out.

Poor Varkul's sobbing was heard for a few seconds before it disappeared. 

The one who shouted was a demon sitting on one of the thrones below who bellowed angrily. This was the main hall of one of the strongest forces in the world of Varnath.

Plus today they were discussing some important matters regarding their territory, and this fool had just barged in, disrupting the meeting.

"Poor guy, he just pissed off an Elder demon and got his ass kicked out at the same time. I pity him a little, to be honest."

"What can he do if Rahu was the one who messes with him?"

"Thank him... I guess?"

Few demons standing behind couldn't help but sneer and snicker. This was the harsh reality of the demonic world.

"Enough."

A powerful voice resounded through the hall, and instantly, the room fell silent. All eyes turned to a tall, muscular demon with red skin and large horns seated on the throne above.

"Give him some Nethis and throw him out of the castle," he said, massaging his temples.

He was the Lord—or king, in mortal terms—of a vast territory in Varnath. His influence was undeniable.

…

But right now, he had a headache. This was not the first time his brother-in-law had caused trouble. Name any crime—stealing, scamming, killing, abduction—he had done it all!

Even the high demons sitting in the hall had, at some point, been scammed by his brother!

Speaking of the demon, he glanced down at the foremost of the eight thrones.

There was a tall demon sitting there who had handsome, otherworldly features. He had a diamond shaped face with ashen-gray skin, midnight-black hair flowing down his shoulders,a chiseled physique and dark black eyes.

Right now, however, he was staring absent-mindedly at the wine glass in his hand, paying no attention to the commotion before him.

Seeing his silence, Azrath narrowed his eyes. That demon wasn't the type to just sit and ponder. He should have countered the earlier youth with some quirky remarks.

At this point, many demons turned their heads toward the man seated on the first throne, who seemed lost in thought.

…

Rahu was lazily gazing at the cup of wine in his hands.

He wore a flowing purple-black robe and baggy pants, adorned with gold ornaments.

His expression was calm and unreadable, but if one looked deeper, they would notice a strange glint in his eyes–a nagging sensation that clawed him.

He furrowed his brows, with confusion written over his face, He appeared to be at a complete… loss.

Throughout the entire scene in the grand hall, he seemed utterly indifferent to the unfolding drama.

Then, it hit him!

"Wasn't I killed by that Balance bitch?" he mused in his mind. Pieces of broken memories rushing inside his head.

Honestly, he was too shocked right now.

One of the greatest events in the Celestial Expanse that had taken place in history. 

The Celestial Ocean Churning, where innumerable beings appeared for a chance to drink a single drop of the Immortal Nectar.

The amount of beings killed and races annihilated were countless.

Among those numerous beings, Rahu was one of the demons who had managed to almost drink the nectar.

Which led to his head being chopped off. He instinctively touched his neck and chuckled, after all it wasn't pleasant experiencing beheading.

Then how did I regress?But that's not important…

"Heh, I'd love to see the faces of those gods who fought so hard for the nectar, only to ultimately discover its nasty truth."

"For if they knew it wasn't just the nectar that was down there… Hehe."

He recalled all those thoughts and pieced everything together in an instant.

"So, I ended up a hundred years before the Churning, huh?"

Rahu… Rahu…

RAHU!

A voice snapped him from his thoughts and for the first time, he raised his head and saw the crowd.

Glancing upwards his eyes landed on the throne and the man seated there.

"Hm? Old man, are you still alive?" Rahu asked, a puzzled look on his face.

"What!? How dare you ask such a question to me?!" Azrath's eyebrows twitched at the remark, and he shouted angrily at Rahu.

Wasn't he being too arrogant today? If not for his wife, he would have hacked this thing to death long ago.

"How dare you insult Lord Azrath like that?" A demon from the third throne stood up and pointed at Rahu.

"And you are?" Rahu asked with a bored expression. After all, his mind was still a little muddled.

These words further infuriated the Demon Elder. No one in the entire world spoke to him like this. Only this 'thing' dared to talk to him in such a manner.

The crowd was silent. No one wanted to get on the bad side of either of them, especially that scammer. Who knew what evil scheme he would cook up next?

That bastard of a demon was too cunning and deceptive for their innocent selves!

"You ar—"

"Enough."

"Rahu, deal with this mess yourself this time," Azrath said, looking down.

"You already have offe—" Midway, he stopped his sentence upon seeing Rahu rise to his feet and leave the hall.

Several veins popped on Azrath's forehead, as well as on the ignored Elder.

…

Rahu strode outside the castle, the guards hurriedly side-stepped as he walked past them. Then suddenly vanished!

BOOM

Rahu, who had leaped from the ground, sent shockwaves through the ground.

Turning towards the north with an evil smirk on his face, he crossed hundreds of miles in an instant.

"Time to test what an 'Immortal Art' is capable of".