Demon Lords, Demon King... and a Realization

Eleanoir Emberfrost.

One of the two Grandmages of the Fire Tower. Respected by many for her kind nature and exceptional magical prowess.

But—

Behind that gentle smile, she hid a dark secret. She was a vampire—one who had lived for over five centuries, and who was utterly obsessed with the taste of blood. So obsessed, in fact, that she wouldn’t hesitate to kill just to savor it.

When she heard of the Tower Master's son—born without mana particles—she couldn’t help but wonder what his blood might taste like. Would it be sweet? Sour? Bitter?

The curiosity gnawed at her. And when word spread that the boy had gone missing, her heart began to race with excitement.

She immediately volunteered to search for him—and without wasting a second, set off in pursuit.

It didn’t take long before she spotted a small figure in a black cloak, wearing a snake mask. Intrigued, she activated her

[Nova Art: Bloodflow].

The ability allowed her to observe the flow of blood inside a person’s body. This cloaked figure’s blood moved strangely—it surged with abnormal speed, and more shockingly, some of it was infused with pure mana particles.

It was unusual… but not unheard of. Mages often warped their bodies in pursuit of research.

Still, something felt off. So, Eleanoir chose to keep a close watch.

The voyage to the Dark Continent was peaceful… too peaceful. Eleanoir grew restless. It had been nearly thirty days since she last tasted blood.

She couldn’t wait any longer.

Approaching the cloaked figure, she deliberately whispered the name

“Leonhardt.” The figure twitched slightly in response before slamming their cup on the table.

That was all she needed.

There was no doubt—this was Leonhardt Twilight. The Tower Master’s runaway son.

Smiling to herself, she proposed a deal. To her surprise, he agreed. But he also discovered her secret.

“Vampire…”

Eleanoir blinked, then smiled.

“My… That’s the first time someone’s called me that in five hundred years,” she said softly. “It makes me happy to hear it.”

Leonhardt adjusted his mask. 'Was agreeing to this really a good idea?'

Vampires were beings who drank blood not just for sustenance—but for pleasure.

The woman before him was no exception. She was a vampire, through and through.

“So, when do I ‘donate’ my blood?” he asked dryly.

Eleanoir squirmed slightly, her cheeks flushed.

“N-Not yet… I’m not mentally prepared… I’ll tell you when we arrive on the Dark Continent,” she mumbled, her voice trembling faintly.

“Aren’t you worried I’ll run once we’re on land?” he asked.

She smiled sweetly.

“I wouldn’t recommend that. I hate getting rough.”

“Anyway—” she began, but her words were cut short.

An overwhelming surge of mana spiraled through the air.

Everyone on the ship felt it—but before they could even react, a sharp crack echoed across the sky. The ship split cleanly in two, the ocean parting beneath it to reveal the seabed.

There was no time for shock.

Water surged violently, swallowing the ship’s remains with a thunderous roar.

Eleanoir moved instantly. She grabbed Leonhardt and leapt into the air, her black bat-like wings unfurling from her back as she carried him effortlessly.

Below them, the ship and those unable to escape were consumed by the raging sea. Their screams were silenced by the ocean’s fury.

The survivors looked around in confusion.

The knights stood on a golden barrier platform.

Three cloaked figures floated inches above the water.

And Eleanoir hovered above them all, her wings flapping, Leonhardt cradled in her arms.

Silence followed.

Until—

Another wave of mana surged from above.

Everyone looked up.

Two figures stood in the air, sky rippling beneath their feet like the surface of water.

One, a woman in a flowing white dress, her blue hair dancing in the wind.

The other, a man clad in a skin-tight black bodysuit with a black cape and a white horn protruding from his forehead.

The woman held a gleaming sword.

The man, a long spear.

They were in the middle of battle.

“Cease this foolishness, damn lizard!” the woman shouted, her voice laced with fury.

Luna Læ Aqua. An Evolved Mermaid. One of the Four Demon Lords. Ranked number two.

“Do you want to die!?” she snarled, eyes like crashing waves.

The man narrowed his silver eyes, spear pointed forward.

“You started it. I told you not to enter my domain!”

Aeon Læ Ventus. An Evolved Dragon. One of the Four Demon Lords. Ranked number three.

“Fish should stay in the water where they belong.”

Luna’s scowl deepened. A powerful blue aura exploded around her, releasing thousands of red and gold particles.

Aeon followed, his silver aura erupting like a storm, flooding the air with red particles.

In a blink, they clashed—sword against spear. The shockwave howled like a hurricane, even reaching those far below.

Blow after blow—relentless. A blinding storm of attacks, too fast for anyone but Eleanoir to follow.

And then… everything stopped.

The world seemed to hold its breath.

Luna raised her finger.

           [< Supreme Water Spell >]                                   Hydrogen Giant

A single drop of water above her fingertip expanded into a massive orb—like a miniature sun.

Danger. Everyone sensed it.

Aeon responded in kind.

           [< Supreme Wind Spell >]                                  Atmospheric Spiral

Winds roared into a colossal tornado, lightning crackling within its core.

Leonhardt could only watch in disbelief.

In his past life, they had killed the Demon Lords—but only after they had been severely weakened. Even then, it nearly killed them all.

If these two had been in their prime…

There was no chance.

“Commander!” a knight called out.

The man simply shook his head. Even with his barrier—this was beyond human power.

The two taller cloaked figures shielded the smallest, protecting her.

Eleanoir bit her lip hard—blood dripping onto Leonhardt’s mask. She glanced at him.

“I think it’s time I cashed in my favor,” she whispered, eyes glowing red.

Her fangs emerged, sharp and hungry.

Leonhardt sighed. 'She’s really a vampire through and through…'

Even in this chaos, she still craved blood? Now wasn't the time for that, they needed to get away from this mess, if they could even do that.

She leaned closer, fangs brushing his neck—

“STOP, YOU IDIOTS!”

A voice rang out from above.

Eleanoir froze, eyes darting up.

There stood a boy—sixteen at most—with golden hair streaked with green, whipping wildly in the wind.

The two Demon Lords instantly halted their spells. Silence fell.

“I can’t believe you two would fight like this, endangering others!” the boy scolded, arms crossed.

Kael Læ Pandora. The Seventh Generation Demon King.

He looked more like a furious parent than a ruler.

The Demon Lords bowed low.

“Please forgive us, Your Majesty!” they chorused.

The Demon King sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Whose fault was it?”

“The fish started—” Aeon began, but a single tap of the Demon King's finger sent him flying. Aeon crashed into the sea, a geyser of water rising from the impact.

Leonhardt stared in disbelief.

'That’s… the Demon King?'

'No… he was supposed to be dead.'

In Leonhardt’s past life, he had died long before they were summoned, which led to the Demon Lords’ rampage—and the reason they were summoned.

But here he was. Alive. Strong. And scolding Demon Lords like children.

Leonhardt’s thoughts spiraled.

'The Demon King alive... the ship being a prototype… the summoning that never happened…'

'This isn’t the time we were summoned… this is 200 years in the past.'

All the signs had been there.

The mismatched dates. The mention of a failed summoning. The historical inconsistencies.

Everything made sense now.

But that raised one more question:

What exactly is Arthur Von Celestia?

How was he still alive two hundred years in the future during their summoning?

The average human lifespan was no more than 150 years.

So then…

Was Arthur Von Celestia not human to begin with?