The Demonlord Chronicles

Chapter III – The Darkness of Light
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Enitey started laughing. “Oh my... brabbling nonsense will get you nowhere... But it seems this is a win for me, then. It will be a pain to kill every single mortal... but what has to be done, has to be done...”
“Life. Death. Light. Darkness.” Ardan continued, unintimidated. “I finally understand the meaning of this... Demons... Angels... Seraphim...” A memory came to Ardan’s mind. Back then... in the Wolven village... when he had healed the large tree during a Munin-Rar... a word.... “Gaia.” His eyes lightened up. “Your brother, Seraphim: His name is Gaia.”
“I haven’t heard my brother’s name in a long time... Enitey... your stake?”
“WHAT?!” The mantis yelled. “That... he didn’t even... what the hell is ‘balance’ supposed to be for a stake?!”
Ardan started to smile. “See, Enitey... you would have never become a good immortal... if you forgot about what demons and angels alike were created for... we’re guardians... to preserve the balance of this world. Light and darkness. And now this world is tilting, the light is trying to consume the world of the mortals... it’s trying to consume life and death itself... And I will be the one to restore that balance.
Can you offer something more valuable, then Seraphim herself? Because that’s what I do: Without mortals, there is no death and decay... and no Seraphim.”
“Enitey. Your stake?” Seraphim’s voice was audibly amused.
“I... I... I will... I will kill all mortals AND restore the balance!” he quickly said.
Seraphim sighed. “Well, this is decided. I doubt he even understands what he is saying anymore...”
“Yes, this whole balance thing and...” Enitey started but suddenly stopped. He coughed. Once, twice. And suddenly his whole skin started to turn grey, he made a last, coughing loud... and turned into dust, collapsing into a pile on the ground.
“You’ve won the Death Stake, Ardan... I look forward to watch you keeping your promise. If you don’t, I will come and take your life.” Seraphim said.
“Well... if I don’t succeed to restore the balance... then only because I’m dead already, thus your threat is sort of pointless...” He chuckled.
“If you say so...” Seraphim simply responded and Ardan remembered whom he was talking to.
“I... simply meant the only thing capable to stop me from fulfilling my duty is death. And if you don’t stop me, noone can.”
“That is right, Ardan Flamehearted. Always keep in mind, mortal or immortal, noone can defy death itself. Well... at least that’s how it should be.” Ardan suddenly realized Seraphims voice had taken on a tone previously unheard of.
“But...” Ardan started... “somebody is defying that eternal law... there is someone even you can’t kill...”
“Ardan, you started to see the world itself different. You started to realize how everything is connected. As you said, life, death, light, darkness. The balance is starting to fade... and whilst you realized that... you are yet not ready to intervene on such a level. But keep progressing on your path and you will eventually obtain the last missing part.
But now... begone, demonlord Ardan Flamehearted. I can feel the death coming closer to the Wolven you love, closer every second. You should hurry... because if you don’t, her soul will be lost and this time, it will be forever...”

Ardan awakened, still standing, and could hear how, behind him, Enitey’s giant body started to dissolve into nothing. The spear in his head shrunk down, back to the bone dagger it been before. He put it back into the sheath at his belt and turned around, just in time to see glowing energy wavering towards him.
He reached forward and touched the strains of light and they started to disappear into his claw... whilst he felt a surge of raw power, stronger then anything he had ever felt before, striking into and through his body, whirling around inside of him. His eyes flickered, filled with dancing lights and an intense heat started to build up inside of him.
Ardan closed his eyes and felt how the heat escaped his grab, leaving his body and he felt how the air around him became warmer and warmer. He could hear the flames dancing. Ardan felt... different. This... is this the power of a demonlord? 
Opening his eyes again Ardan saw... green flames lingering on his outstretched Claw. And not just there: The flames were covering both his arms, up to the shoulders and he could as well spot flames happyly burning on top of his head. Even his clawed feet appeared to be ablaze.
And yet Ardan realized the fire was not harming him, nor any of the clothes he was actually wearing.
“This shall be my last gift for your future travel, Ardan Flamehearted. Seraphim’s Fire, the flames used to consume the souls of those who don’t deserve the afterlife.”
Ardan spun around and... She was standing there! Seraphim. In the middle of the Hellspoint. She gestured and vanished before he could even consider speaking. Nontheless, instantly gasps and murmurs came from the surrounding demons and even Ord appeared to be severely impressed. “That... she...”
Ardan was busy toying with the flames covering his body. He quickly found he could control them similar to how his own fire worked... just with the difference they felt... different... cold... even though it was fire. He extinguished the flames and immadiately felt how a pressure inside of him was, ever so slowly rising. Until he let the flames flicker up in one of his palms again. Apparently this fire didn’t like being trapped inside of him...
Ardan... you feel... different... and you reek of death! Rihukan adressed him. Was that woman just...
“Yes. That was Seraphim, goddess of death, my mistress.” Ardan said, loud enough for everyone to hear it. Then he turned to Enitey’s... no... his own throne, walking towards it.
Like with Cyra it was probably unfitting for his size... but since he couldn’t just expand his own size... A gesture, a few muttered words and bones started to form behind him, dashing forward, more and more and more of them, gathering on the seat of the throne and... forming a second throne, made of bones.
With a sly smile, Ardan jumped onto the podest he had turned the original throne into and sat down onto the ‘real’ throne, made of bones. “Now then... where did I stop talking... I think we were still discussing how to intervene into the affairs of the mortal realm...”