Silence.
The battlefield, once alive with the roar of clashing steel and dying screams, had gone still. The storm of Black Thunder had vanished. The ground, soaked in blood, no longer trembled beneath Kol's fury.
At the center of it all, his body lay motionless.
Kol, the warrior who defied fate. The man who sought power to protect. The monster who walked the path of demons.
His body was broken. His blood soaked into the earth. His eyes, once filled with burning defiance, stared lifelessly at the sky.
The Devil stood over him, its shifting form cloaked in darkness. It tilted its head, studying the fallen warrior, then lifted one clawed hand. Dark energy spiraled around its fingers, twisting like living shadows.
"This is what you were always meant to become."
A pulse of darkness.
Kol's body twitched.
Then convulsed.
The wounds that had carved through his flesh did not heal—they were swallowed by the abyss. The shadows coiled around him, seeping into his veins, twisting his form. It was not resurrection. It was something worse.
The six surviving Devil's Knights knelt, their heads bowed in reverence. The thousand-strong army remained deathly still. The air itself grew heavy, the presence of something far beyond mortal comprehension pressing upon the battlefield.
Then—Kol rose.
Not naturally. Not as a man returning from the brink of death.
His body hovered, his arms hanging at his sides like a puppet on invisible strings. His fingers twitched, muscles tightening as his form contorted. His veins blackened, his heartbeat pounding like war drums.
Then—his eyes snapped open.
Not his usual gaze.
No.
His eyes were black voids, swirling with something ancient and bottomless. The transformation was complete.
Kol was no longer just himself.
He was the Demon King.
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Lisa's Vision
Far away, within the safety of her home, Lisa felt it.
A wave of nausea struck her like a blow to the gut. Her breath caught. A chill ran down her spine, ice-cold and unforgiving.
Then—her vision blurred.
Her mind was pulled somewhere else, into the darkness.
She saw him.
Kol.
But it wasn't Kol.
His presence was overwhelming. The power radiating from him made the air twist and crack. He stood in a throne of shadows, lightning crackling around him, the very ground beneath his feet warped and unstable—as if reality itself struggled to contain his existence.
Then, he turned toward her.
"I'll be back."
His voice. His voice, but not his voice.
Lisa's breath hitched. Terror and hope warred inside her.
"Kol…?" she whispered.
The vision snapped away.
Lisa collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Sweat dripped down her forehead as her heart pounded in her chest.
Jacob rushed forward. "Lisa! What happened?"
Her hands shook. She tried to speak, but no words came out.
Because deep inside—she already knew.
Kol was alive.
But something was different.
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The Demon King Awakens
Back on the battlefield, the Devil watched in satisfaction as Kol lowered himself to the ground.
The transformation was absolute. The power that now pulsed within him was beyond anything he had ever possessed in life.
The Knights of Hell remained kneeling. The army stood motionless.
The Devil stepped forward.
"Tell me," it whispered, its voice slithering into Kol's mind. "What is your name?"
For a moment, Kol did not answer.
Then—he smiled.
Slowly. Unnaturally.
"My name?"
Kol lifted his hand, and the air around him cracked. The battlefield shuddered, reality bending under his mere presence.
He looked up, his abyssal black eyes burning.
"I am the Demon King."
The sky split apart. Lightning tore through the heavens.
The world shuddered.
And Hell itself welcomed its new ruler.
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The Others React
In Lisa's home, the group stood frozen.
Lisa slowly lifted her gaze. Tears lined her eyes.
Orin, still crying, looked up. "Lisa… what's wrong?"
She smiled through her tears. "It's Kol," she whispered.
Brad's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
Lisa stood up abruptly, her golden eyes burning.
"He's alive."
A stunned silence filled the room.
Orin's breath hitched. "He—he is?"
Lisa clenched her fists.
"Yes, he is."
Brad frowned. "How… How are you so sure?"
Lisa turned toward them, her voice shaking.
"I can feel it."
The room fell silent.
Jacob's fists clenched. "Then we have to get him now."
Elizabeth looked away, trying to contain the emotions in her eyes.
"How?" she whispered.
Dain growled. "Same way we got here."
Because deep down, they all knew—
They had to get him back.
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The Devil's Plan
The Devil stepped back, watching as Kol's new form pulsed with unimaginable power.
A low chuckle rumbled from the shadows.
"Yes… this is what I desired."
Kol, now the Demon King, turned to face him. "Why?"
The Devil's eyes gleamed.
"Because this war is not over. This was only a prelude to the true battle."
The Knights remained kneeling.
The army stood in silence.
Kol's expression remained unreadable.
The Devil's shadows shivered with excitement.
"There is something greater out there. Beyond Hell. Beyond Heaven. A force far older than time itself."
Kol tilted his head. "And?"
The Devil smiled.
"That is the enemy we were always meant to face. The Dark Rulers of the Universe. The gods that existed before gods."
The Devil's voice grew darker, more twisted.
"I was given a chance to lead this great war… but I failed. Then I had a vision. You, Kol… were always meant to lead this war."
Kol didn't react.
He simply lifted his hand, flexing his fingers, feeling the power coursing through him.
Then, after a long pause, he spoke.
"Then I will conquer them."
The sky darkened.
The ground trembled.
The Devil opened the Gates of Hell.
As he stepped through, he turned. "Win this war… and set me free."
Then—the gate closed.
And the Demon King stood alone.
Ruler of Hell.
Master of War.
The world would never be the same again.
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Final Notes on Changes:
Kol's transformation: Added a bit more resistance before he fully becomes the Demon King.
Lisa's vision: Made it more vivid and eerie, with Kol standing in a throne of shadows.
The Devil's motivation: Gave more insight into why Kol was the perfect choice to replace him.
Kol's first words as the Demon King: Instead of "Let them come," he now says, "Then I will conquer them," which makes him more dominant.
The Devil's final words: Gave him a more chilling farewell, making it clear that Kol is now Hell's ruler.
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