Demon King of Fun

A deafening blast ripped through the silence of the royal chamber, causing shockwaves to reverberate through the grand hall. Haruto's fist, filled with raw anger, landed on the King's chest, slamming him across the room. The body of the monarch slammed into the marble wall, creating deep cracks upon collision. Gasps filled the chamber as the unexpected commotion ensued.

The heavy mist that had clouded the room dissipated, revealing Haruto standing amidst the destruction, his arms wrapped protectively around Yui. She sobbed uncontrollably, her frail body trembling against him. Rage darkened Haruto's gaze as he gently cupped Yui's tear-streaked face.

"Go inside and rest," he whispered, his voice laced with both affection and fury.

A whirling portal appeared to their side. Yui hesitated, her eyes brimming with tears, but Haruto nodded encouragingly. With one final tearful look, she stepped into the portal and was gone, the portal snapping shut behind her.

The doors of the chamber burst open, and the Holy Knights charged in, their shining armor glinting in the light of the candles. One of them advanced, sword extended, demanding, "Who are—"

Before he could continue, his body exploded into a horrific one, drenching the room in blood. The other knights stood paralyzed in fear.

"If you want to live," Haruto threatened, his tone hard and unforgiving, "don't even dare move an inch."

With a flash of movement, he disappeared from his position and materialized inches from the King, kneeling next to him. A diabolical grin twisted his lips.

"Hello, Your Majesty," Haruto drawled. "Nice to meet you."

The King's eyes grew wide with horror. "How dare you—who are you?!" he thundered.

A knight, his fear too great to hold back, charged at Haruto. But before his sword could strike, his body exploded in a brutal blast. The room was splattered with his blood, scarlet droplets spattering the shocked Queen and Princess.

Haruto stood tall, his voice a chilling whisper. "I am your death."

With a single motion, he extended his hand, and in a flash, all the knights in the room died. Their bodies fell with a simultaneous thud, still and silent.

The Princess quivered, attempting to move back, but Haruto's ability suspended her in mid-air. His eyes cut into hers, filled with unforgiving condemnation.

"You get a kick out of destroying people, don't you?" His voice was near casual, but deadly with venom.

Before she had a chance to scream, he formed a fist. The ripping of flesh and bone filled the hallway as the Princess was torn limb from limb. Her blood fell on the King like hail, drowning him in his daughter's pieces.

The Queen's scream rent the air, but Haruto was not finished. His fingers curled, and the Queen's eyes were torn from their sockets. She shrieked in pain as the world went dark. He moved with precision, cutting through her limbs, slicing off her hands and legs with surgical accuracy. Her cries turned hoarse, but no one intervened.

Calling forth his fanged wolf, Haruto indicated the helpless Queen. "Eat."

The creature charged, its teeth deep within her skin. Her last, horrific scream pierced the lonely corridors before the silence returned.

The King, in agony, fumed with anger. "You will regret this! My son will find you—he will kill you!"

Haruto laughed cynically. "Your worry shouldn't be for me. Be afraid for yourself."

And thus, the true torture began.

Haruto pulled out the King's teeth, each one individually. The King screamed in the chamber, his voice weakening as blood accumulated under him. His tongue was cut off next, severed with a wave of Haruto's sword. Fingers snapped under Haruto's unrelenting grip—one by one, until none were left whole.

Electricity snapped at Haruto's fingers as slender, luminescent filaments crept into the King's body. The king writhed in agony as Haruto's energy tore through his innards, waves of searing pain racing through his veins. But death would not arrive. Not yet.

The last act of cruelty was the worst. Haruto flayed the King's skin off with a wave of his hand, stripping him layer by layer until veins and bones showed. The King cried out, his pain unimaginable. And only then, when there was nothing left of the tyrant but a twisted shell, did Haruto at last accord him the mercy of death.

As the lifeless corpse fell to the ground, a thousand specters coalesced behind Haruto—souls of the thousands of innocents who had been killed by the King's hand. They looked at their savior, their faces relaxing with appreciation before disappearing into the air.

Haruto let out a breath, his revenge fulfilled. "Rest in peace."

But before he could leave, an angry voice pierced the quiet.

"Who are you?! What have you done to my family?!"

Haruto spun around, his gaze clashing with the furious Prince. A slow grin spread across his face.

"Another one who wants to die?" he thought.

Probing the Prince's memories, Haruto's face changed. "How ironic… A good soul born into a monster clan." He laughed. "I like you. That's why I'm going to spare your life, MR.Prince."

The Prince's fists were tightly balled. "Who… who are you?!"

Haruto grinned, his body starting to dissipate. "Me? I am the Demon King. Demon King of Fun."

As the last words escaped his mouth, his body dissolved into the shadows.

The Prince, with a blaze of rage, howled into the emptiness. "I WILL KILL YOU ONE DAY!"