SSS Demon King System: The Rise of a Dying Extra-Chapter 48: Myrkvast.

A long time ago.

In a very distant era.

There were three tribes inhabiting the coast of the eastern continent.

Giants, wolf-men and snow elves lived in harmony.

Well, the tensions between giants and beast-men were undeniable, however, it was never anything serious.

One day, a giant named Prometheus met an elf named Persephone.

He was walking his herd of auðumbla as always when he found the elf in his path, who was picking flowers.

The giant was immediately captivated by her beauty.

And clumsily tried to start a conversation.

The woman was kind, with a sweet and captivating voice, they quickly established a relationship.

Each day they met in the same place, until the frozen season, winter, arrived.

There were no more flowers to pick, Persephone had no reason to come that way.

Or so he believed.

However, the woman kept coming, saying she liked walking there anyway.

Days passed, and Prometheus became aware of it, the woman was weaker each day.

She denied it, but soon stopped coming.

Prometheus thought that perhaps she had gotten tired of talking to him, or perhaps it was too cold to go out.

But something worried him, and in the end he couldn’t resist, and went to the elves’ village.

He was not well received, until his name was heard.

He knew Persephone.

But some believed it was his fault.

His fault?

What?

Persephone had fallen ill, it was a magical illness that turned her body to ice little by little.

There was no cure.

Prometheus was devastated, depressed.

He had been the cause of killing what he loved most.

If he had been less selfish and more insistent.

She would have been saved.

He was to blame.

"Oh, great and strong giant, why does someone as immense as you seem to feel smaller?" a voice said.

Who was speaking?

It was a hooded old man, Prometheus didn’t know if he was an elf or a beast-man, only that he was very small.

The giant responded, explaining his situation, while the man listened with understanding.

"Oh, what a tragic story," he said devastated. "Perhaps... No, I shouldn’t give you false hope."

That caught Prometheus’s attention.

He wanted to know what the old man meant.

"Well, it’s just a legend, it’s said that at the highest peak of the world’s throat, lie the primordial embers, still burning with the primordial flame. It’s said that if the flames are kindled, the golden season will be maintained eternally and all the evils of cold will disappear."

Prometheus heard that story.

And already knew what to do.

He was just a shepherd, but also a giant with an iron will.

He departed, crossing the dangerous landscape, facing unimaginable dangers to finally reach the summit.

And there, he took the embers in his hands, feeling a comforting warmth... The flames kindled.

Soon his flesh was devoured, between screams of pain, Prometheus realized he had made a terrible mistake.

The voices of the exteriors filtered into his mind, breaking it, driving him mad.

That day Prometheus died, and from his ashes Surtr was reborn; an apostle of the apocalypse, the first horseman.

The incarnation of war and violence.

Surtr didn’t bring immediate destruction, he poisoned the minds of the three peoples, forcing them to fight each other, feeding on their rage.

Until a hero arrived.

Siegfried.

He was a human hero, who managed to tame the divine beast Fenrir, and make the three peoples leave their war.

Surtr was identified as the enemy, but it was already too late.

He gathered enough power, and now, would open a crack in the veil.

Kokytus was created.

And its creation extinguished the snow elves. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

However, the hero didn’t give up.

The fight lasted until they finally managed to defeat the giant.

The giants kept his body, while his heart, still burning in primordial flames was sealed.

The seal they used was Gleipnir, however, these powerful chains had a price.

Siegfried and Fenrir had to sacrifice themselves, remaining eternally as the pillars that must hold the ends of the chain.

But there was a prophecy.

When evil returns to ravage the northern coast, trying to free an ancient evil.

A priestess with the power of sun and moon will name a chosen one, so he can pass the trial and finally be able to destroy the flame of the beginning.

"That’s the story," Fenrir finally said. "What do you think about it?"

Hati remained silent for a moment, she wanted to think carefully about an answer, not blurt out the first thing she thought.

However, she ended up giving in to her only idea.

"Sad, it’s a sad story," she said.

The gigantic wolf nodded.

"That’s right, that’s why we can’t let this story be sad too."

Hati raised her gaze, her expression reflected doubt.

"But what should I do?" she finally asked.

She wasn’t strong like her enemies, she couldn’t win.

"You must return with your sister, only together can you win."

Hati nodded, while that "dream" became less clear.

Her eyes opened slowly, she could feel the grass beneath her skin; she was no longer in the temple.

A sound was heard, it was the unmistakable noise a fist makes when hitting someone, accompanied by a muffled moan.

"Tsk, at this rate she’s going to die," a voice said, it was Skull, the bastard who had put a slavery curse on her.

Hati got up slowly, while walking toward her sister.

She was on the ground, beside her, the undead body of her father lay watching.

They had used her father’s corpse to hit her sister.

It was sick.

"Already awake? Great, tell me, what happened in there?" the lich asked, his voice was authoritative, it was more an order than a question.

Hati should have responded, she had a mark that forced her to obey him.

But, she didn’t obey.

"Didn’t you hear me?" the man questioned.

He was ignored, Hati simply kept walking toward Sköll.

She crouched down then hugged her gently.

"Well done sister, you’ve held up well, now we’re together again," she said, with a whisper.

Skull leaned slightly backward as he saw how blue and golden flames began to surround the girls.

Soon, their silhouette was hidden under the light.

"B-but what?"

When the flames dimmed their brightness, a new figure appeared.

The two girls were no longer there, in their place, a majestic beast-woman stood.

Her hair was white, becoming cherry pink at the tips. Her eyes were the same color, but a more intense pink.

Her smile denoted confidence, as did her pose; she had her arms crossed and legs slightly apart.

On her forehead the symbol of the eclipse shone silver.

"Kekeke, it’s been so long since I felt the fresh air... Well, you’re the one who’s been tormenting my girls, right?" the woman said to Skull. "It’s time I give you a lesson then."