Before Earth, before the solar system, and especially before humans, there were spirits and demons. The two worlds in eternal conflict. The Demons wanted reign over both worlds while the spirits just wished for peace and to be left alone. Spirit world and Demon world both had rulers, The Two Kings, brothers. Seen as God by their followers, they had unstoppable armies. Both armies were equal in strength and thus, they cancelled each other out, causing the war to become endless and never cease. Spirits were supposed to originally be harmless pacifistic creatures, very weak in their magical abilities, averagely small in size until a spell was cast by the king in desperation to win the war. The spell spread all across the land, affecting not only spirits and sprites, but also the plant life. However, the king himself who casted the spell was not immune to it's power and he became overwhelmed by madness. His wife, Aradelle, managed to shield herself from it, for she was a strong and powerful sorceress. Unfortunately, she could not save her beloved husband from his terrible fate. Meanwhile in the shadows, the demon king was watching as his adversary became corrupted, physically and emotionally. The demon king felt pity and he halted his minions next attack to negotiate a possible peace treaty.
"Join me. Join me and put a stop to this bloodbath. We can unite our kingdoms into one. Let us rule together and become the strongest and mightiest force in the universe!" There was a fire of determination in his eyes as he looked down upon the weakened king whom was wasting away to nothingness. When the other king denied his request, the demon king became furious. Knowing that the king of the spirit world was nearing his last days, he knew the only way to make him truly regret his decision and make him suffer was to take away the love of his life. He turned to face Aradelle whom had a look of disgust and hatred at the demon king and cast his own spell onto her. With a smirk, he watched the queen shrink into a small box that had appeared when the spell was cast. The spirit king turned around to watch in horror as his beloved wife was changing into porcelain. Her face frozen into an eternally saddened expression before she was closed inside the box. The king grabbed the box with his bony, frail fingers and brought it close to him in a somber embrace.
"You should have joined me when you had the chance...brother. Oh, before I depart, might I ask where you're hiding my young nephews?" The demon king asked in a sly slithery tone.
"You'll never find them! I still have enough power within me to destroy you, Zarathos!" The spirit king threatened with a glare of despise.
"You underestimate me, as usual." He gloated, grinning and gleaming with confidence. With the last of the king's strength, he regathered the power that had plagued his land, returning all it's creatures back to normal, then closed the portals leading back to demon world. However, he couldn't do anything about the demons that had already escaped into his realm. The demon king, Zarathos knew what his brother had done and went into a blind rage. He reached for the king to rip his throat out with his bare claws, but before he could do so, the king blasted Zarathos with a portion of his life force, banishing him back to demon world and severely wounding him as well. Moments after, a young boy came running into the room. He had short blue hair, a light brown tunic with a black leather belt, loose velcro blue and yellow boots, dark brown baggy shorts and was carrying an infant with a look of terror and panic on his face.
"Father! Father! What happened?!" The small boy asked, tearing up.
"Diripherous, my boy, I need to ask a favor of you." The king choked out.
"Y-yes, anything. I-I'll do anything!" Diripherous said, struggling to speak clearly. Then noticed a change in his father's eyes. They were beginning to look demonic.
"I have become corrupted. I need you to kill me. My magic has faded to almost nothing, my body is frail and in agonizing pain, but my life force remains strong. I may look close to death but...I assure you, I have a long ways to go before I pass." The king told him. The boy just shook his head frantically.
"No! I...I can't! I'm sure there are some healing potions in your private study! Please, you just need to hold out until I get it." The boy pleaded.
"If you don't have it in you to kill me, then at least throw me in the dungeon below the castle. There I can live in solitude with your mother." It was only then that the boy noticed his father was clutching a box to his chest, holding onto it for dear life. The boy's expression turned to rage.
"ZARATHOS!! IT WAS HIM WHO DID THIS, WASN'T IT?!!" Diripherous shouted retorically. The baby in his arms began to cry.
"I won't let him get away with this!" He mumbled under his breath through his tears of fury.
"You must calm yourself, Diripherous. If you let your anger consume you..., you'll end up like me. Now please, I beg you to choose. Either take my life or lock me away." The king told him. Diripherous wiped away his tears and reluctantly pulled a portal key out from within his tunic and walked over to the nearest door. Upon putting the key in the lock, the door's lining began to glow then faded and the door opened to reveal an old and damp cell. He helped his father get to his feet and the two staggered slowly inside all while the boy couldn't stop apologizing.
"Please, no need to feel sorry. I'm glad, thank you and goodbye." The king told his son with a look of pride but his eyes looked of death as Diripherous slowly closed the door behind him.
Immediately upon closing the door, the blue haired boy knew exactly what he had to do. He dashed down the long hallway towards his father's old private study, opened the door and slammed it behind him. There, he set the baby girl down on the desk and started going through his old spell books. Until a crash was heard coming from somewhere nearby inside the castle. Diripherous was quick to lock the door, knowing fully well that it could only be the left over demons whom couldn't find their way back home.
"Oh c'mon, c'mon! There's got to be something here that can help. If I could just find a way to instantly increase my magical abilities without mistake...." He mumbled to himself. At some point during his searching, he turned and saw one of the books on a bookcase looked out of place. When he went to take it out for examination, the bookcase slowly turned into a passageway. Diripherous grabbed the baby again as she began to drift into a peaceful sleep and picked up one of the lit candles then headed into the pitch black stone corridor. They walked only for a minute before winding up in a new room, it was a lab. There were countless beakers and bottles, all of which were corked and labelled.
"This area shows promise." He noted and began reading labels until he came across one that actually seemed helpful.
"The touch of death? With this ability, I could kill any demon that trespassed in our realm! But I'm not nearly strong enough to control that power. Maybe in a few years I'll be able to find proper use for it." He thought aloud before placing it in one of his pockets. He looked around a little bit more before finding a potion with no label. It was red, leading Diripherous to believe it was a vile of his father's blood. The blood of a king would give anyone unimaginable power.
He must've been experimenting with his own blood in order to make these other potions. Anyone who drinks this should be strong enough to wipe out an entire army.
Without thinking much through, he drank the liquid in the vile. Little did he know that the label for it was stuck to the bottom of his boot and read: "Zarathos' Blood".
Just moments after, Diripherous felt a pain in his skull. Something was protruding out. He screamed when it tore the muscle tissue and broke the skin, causing the baby to wake up. The sound of heavy footsteps were soon approaching the study, not long after, there was banging on the door. He ran to a mirror to find that he sprouted antlers, much to his horror. However, he had more pressing matters to attend to. In a panicked state, he held the baby close to him and started looking for a protective spell in one of the books. Eventually he comes across a spell, specially designed to ward off demons. The footsteps are getting closer so, without a second thought, he reads the incantation aloud.
"Sospherum...confurio fitostino diaste florishmen...-". His eyes began to glow as he chanted the spell.
"-GOSTONG FOOLISE DEMION...SHARTREUCEUM!!" He shouted and the room all of a sudden gained a completely purple tint. The demons finally appeared and were immediately thrown back upon touching the doorway. Diripherous looked down at his hands and arms and saw that his veins were shining, a new power now surged through him. He then looked at the baby girl and saw her smiling and giggling at him.
"It's alright now, Liza. We're finally safe." The girl started reaching up towards him with her tiny, soft, pink fist to touch his antlers. He couldn't help but laugh along with her. However, unbeknownst to the two children, a dark force was watching the whole thing.
"As soon as I regain my strength, I think I'll pay my dear nephew a visit."