It was night.

Below the veil of the night sky, a boy sat on a cliff. Before him was a simple grave.

As the white-haired child stared into the sky, a hint of envy clouded his jet-black eyes. For though the sky was dark, it was not empty. Countless stars speckled the darkness, and the moons, of which there were two on this night, shone brightly down, both perfect circles.

The boy sighed. There had been two suns during the day, and there were two full moons tonight. It had been a year since then. As per his promise, it was time to go. And so, on Finis, the beginning of the new year, the Demon King left the cliffs of the Edge.

The suns rose.

Upon the road was a boy, now golden-eyed and blonde, clad in simple clothes and a traveler's cloak. Frigun had passed, but snow still lay upon the road and in the forest of pine trees. Incipere had yet to truly begin, but a few green sprouts pierced the icy cover.

The wanderer stopped for a moment, gazing at the sky. Two suns were in full view, glowing dimly, while the rim of a third peeked traveled slowly upon the horizon. From the moment that the second sun was fully exposed in the sky, Frigun ended, and Incipere began. In a few months, all nine suns would blaze in the sky, and it would be the middle of Calun, the hottest season of the year.

Surely, as of now, all of his subordinates thought him dead. He had departed from his castle to fight the strongest of gods, after all. The only slim hope they had held would be that the godess, known to be gentle and forgiving, would not kill him - but after what he had done to her and those she loved, it was doubtful.

Even he had not expected to live.

In fact it had been his wish that she end him, simply so that for once he could give - even if it was his life that was given.

But in fact, she had given him so much more than a life. And he had taken what she offered.

And so he had shattered the curse that bound his people. Of course, they would still be discriminated against by the "good" races: humans, elves, dwarves, beastmen, et cetera, but now there was a chance of peace. And even without him, his four generals knew what to do. Though, he feared that they might hesitate to dirty his name.

The world needed a common enemy, after all. And the "good" races had viewed the Demon Kings as a symbol of evil and injustice for centuries; and was it not just like such horrible beings to enslave their own people?

After pondering a moment, the boy continued his trek, leaving no footprints in the deep snow.