The seven people who hold the chant and ritual of revival - The seven generals.

They are the legend read by many. Mothers recite their story to send their children to sleep, scholars try to prove that there is more to this legend, elderly pass this to the youngsters for the tale to live.

“The Demon monarch, the more powerful entity that neither love nor hate. To his eyes, everything is merely an illusion. He sets to find the gates that lead to infinite possibilities.” A storyteller had come to the remote town of Gavas. His eyes set on the little girl, listening intently to his story. He chuckled and continued, “It is said that he left the world, on his journey to becoming the greatest power in the realm of mortals, immortal, and the spirits but was struck down when he angered the god of destruction and death. He came back to the mortal world and chanted the incantation the spelt his death. Those who believe in his with their hearts are said to grasp a piece of his knowledge, one-seventh of it.”

The storyteller stood up from the ground and patted down the dust clinging to him. The people around muttered and threw some copper coins at his turban that still lay on the ground. The little girl rummaged through her pocket, fishing out a silver. She walked over to him and picked up the turban and offered it to him.

“Oh my, aren't you precious. Thank you” The man said to the cute child in front of him. His appearance was poor, his clothes were a mess and he had not taken a bath for quite some time. It felt unusual for someone to help him.

The little girl thanked him for the story and was about to leave when the man called out to her.

“Do you believe in him? Do you believe in my story, the demon monarch, the spirits?” the girl nodded which made his heart warm. He was sure that his people were already gathering, that this girl would life for the new era. The era in which the Demon monarch takes the reign and rule this world with emotions beyond love and hate. It's his possession, after all, this world and the treasure buried in it.

“Do you want him to rule the world? Change it into a world where the depth of the sea, the heights of the sky, all is reachable?” the girl's eyes lit up at his world and nodded her head in a bobbing motion.

The man fished out a necklace of pure kin, black gold. The rarest item in the world, that only a handful of people possess. He placed it around her neck.

“Little girl, I hope, you shall be a member. Remember me, remember the oldest general, Bilvion. Do not speak of me or the necklace to anyone. May we meet again under his majesty’s grace, remember me.” He knew that he might be wasting one of the monarch’s treasures but he was desperate. He wanted to see him rise, he wanted to serve him, lay his life down for him.

[Six years later]

Congratulations, you have gained full general privilege. You now have power over the program to godhood. Would you like to reach [godhood]? yes/no

Someone became the last general! His thoughts raced thinking who might it be. Would the person be someone he gave a treasure to or the ones chosen by the others?

He knew that everyone would get this message except the last general, he or she would have to increase their skills, arts, add new stats and gain more privileges.

The chains of kin shun brightly, the black material giving off a white light was surreal but what happened thereafter was even more. Seven people summoned to the hall of Demon monarchs first castle, the underground castle. The floor was deep black and so was the walls, ceiling and the pillars supporting the twenty feet high hall. At the end, opposite to the huge gates for the entrance where two large bundles of odd bones laid was a throne made of the same black material.

They could see everyone and everything even though the place was pitch black. A cold breeze swept through the room lifting dust with it and dissipated who-knows-where. The bones at the end moved up and a red liquid formed out of them. The red liquid placed the bones in order and then formed a lance out of itself. The huge skeletons were over 210 cm and their lance even bigger.

The people who were looking around looked at each other. Bilvion saw four men and two women, three of them were familiar to him and one he had heard about.

“Who is the last general? Who is the one bestowed with knowledge of his memories!?” A man screamed. The others were startled by this but then started to look around.

“I… The goddess of wisdom said that to… me!” A girl with blonde hair and on other notable feature spoke.

“Who gave you the necklace? and where do you come from? Name him and the place!” another person spoke up.

"I, I am from Gavas! Bilvion gave it to me." The girl stuttered, without an understanding, the situation seemed a bit too surreal for her.

"Ah… The old man, huh. Tough luck." Each of them muttered condolence.

"What do you mean?" The girl did not get any understanding of the situation and the situation was just getting more and more mysterious.

"The old man is a god now! The bastard didn't give two sh*t about those he brought in! He left us all, said he'll see the world demon lord saw!" The other woman said, her voice was loud and shrill, her hair brown and a mess.

"What God? What's going on!?" She voiced out her confusion.

"The voice of Goddess, It's to inform people of their status. The powerful people get to change realms, go to the world of god's, become cannon fodder for them. The natives of their world are far more powerful than us."

"..." It took her quite some time to digest what she had just said, but eventually, the truth settled in.

"The emperor—" she was about to ask if that was how the emperor disappeared before she got her answer.

"God,"

"What is this place?"

"The spare house of Demon monarch, the house of nightmares"

She was a bit taken aback by this, this was a HOUSE!?

No matter how she looked at the place, it was a castle. They call it a house? It's all made of kin, at that!

"Yeah, not many can believe it but, but, but, but it is the demon monarch we are talking about. He has his castle in the sky!"

"Then, what are these… Rituals? It's in my mind, "how to summon the fire beast" to "how to summon the… demon monarch", what are these?" Without a wisp of demon monarch's memories, she was at a loss of what it Thai was all about.

"His majesty! You know it, you know it! Tell, tell, tell, tell, tell!" The man almost started jumping at her words.

To her, it seemed that the place was filled with weird people. She called forth the art of summoning.

"It's, it's not a good ritual… The house of nightmares, there's a well. Pure souls… saints, virgins, children, we need to s-slit their throats and drain their blood into the well, hundreds of thousands of these pure souls are needed to summon him. The first general needs to pour his power into the well after the souls are collected… and drown a child of one of the generals in it...?" The girl said in a small voice.

"This is amazing! That's all!? We need to get to work! Let's slit some throats, yes!" The generals felt great pleasure knowing that they'll get to see the demon monarch in their era. They shouted their heart like children hopping over a piece of sweet.

This knowledge in itself scared the little girl, the one who came to be known as the nightmare of the empire.

7 years later

“That’s it! We are done! Emmy, what's next?” the man asked in an excited manner, not suited to the scene before them.

The house of demon lord had hundreds upon hundreds of rooms, and they checked all of them but were unable to give up for the sake of demon lord. They came upon a cellar, chilling breeze sent shivers down their spine. The cellar contained a well said to extend to the depth of hell, where his majesty's soul resided.

They "collected" people, and sacrificed their body, blood and soul to the well to hell. After years of sacrifices, the well started to show signs of filling of, boosting their morals.

Emmy, the sweet little child of Gavas, became a bloodthirsty woman. She made a large contribution to the ritual. other than knowing the steps to fulfil it, she made contracts with made bandits, asking them of kidnap people on their behalf.

While the general of memories fell in love with Emmy, his confessing yield results. They married, fought by each other's side. Their reputation shook the empire as they killed and kidnapped. No one could catch them as they did not know why they kidnapped people. They kidnapped for nobles to beggars, no one able to make out their motives.

Every time they fought together, they fell in love over and over again, their child was left with the general of arts.

And now, the time had come for the child to die, to help them revive the demon monarch, Emmy could not find it in herself to do it. Somehow persuading her they started to collect other materials for the ritual.

The generals had formed a circle, joining hands in hands the six generals stood around the well. Mystic symbols were drawn all over the place, giving the black room an eerie green glow. The blood's smell entered their bodies as they changed in a strange unity. Before the well stood a woman, her blonde hair was a mess, her eyes bloodshot and in her hands was a small child barely two years old.

The blooded bubbled and popped as the chant continued, the eerie green glow turned into a light shade of purple.

Emmy took the child in her hands and chanted before pushing the child into the well. Her arms trembled as she saw him down down the well, thinking that he was never to be seen again. Their eyes closed, no one knew of what was happening but after hours of chanting that was wholly unknown to them but came to lips without a thought stopped. The blood smell had subsided, not that it made them uncomfortable. They were used to the smell of blood, even liked it.

They looked at the well, hoping for something to happen. Maybe the demon monarch would climb out of the well and greet them with a smile, or the world to shake as his majesty descended upon it.

What they thought were not to happen as the blood red-well cleared, leaving water looking liquid and, unforeseen by them, the child.

"Bilvion!" Emmy couldn't help but cry out as she saw her child floating unconscious in the well. She had named him after the one who granted her this chance.

"Emmy, did you not see the results of the ritual?" Her husband asked, his build was not big, he came head to head with Emmy but his prowess was not to be underestimated.

"That part was clouded, I could not see it…" Emmy frowned, she felt as if her power was being sucked out of her. Her head felt itchy but she chose it to ignore it.

"I see. I feel like the memories given to me were locked as well, with some of it leaking out." He said, assuring her that it was not her fault.

She picked up her child and looked at him for any sign of harm. Seeing that her child was breathing still and was unharmed, she let out a sigh, hugging him tightly.

Black wisp started to rise from his body as the generals felt their consciousness leave them.

Waking after some time, Emmy looked around to see that others were still unconscious. She was dumbfounded at what had happened, she could not recall a thing and felt weaker than usual.

"They are dead. Do not look at the dead for an explanation, dead do not talk. I am to restart from this mortal world of yours. Raise the child, help him walk his path to an unfound glory. You shall reap rewards unimaginable for a mortal!" A raspy voice responded all over the house of nightmares.

Emmy's clutched her head in pain that the voice had left with the corpses of her six comrades and her husband. It all felt unreal to her. She shook everyone's body but no one responded, no one was breathing.

"THE DEMON MONARCH!? DON'T FU*K WITH ME, YOU SH*T!" She had lost her reason, looking at her husband's dead body. She screamed to the heavens and hell.