Awakening of the Demon Lord

When Rei opened his eyes, it wasn’t to the cold white of a hospital,

but the warm flicker of demonic torches. He was sitting on a throne made of black obsidian,

towering above a vast, dark chamber. Below him knelt dozens of powerful

creatures — demons, wraiths, beasts of shadow — all bowing before him.

“All hail the Demon Lord!” they chanted. Rei’s hands were no longer his own. They were larger,

armored, and crackled with dark magic. In a nearby mirror, he saw a version

of himself — red eyes glowing with ancient power, horns curling from his head,

a cloak of abyssal fire. He was no longer Rei Kurosaki. He was Azrath,