I woke up in a foreign land.

To a bright blue screen.

"Me? A hero?"

I slew beasts with my party, made friends and had fun.

Until a snap back to reality later.

It was all gone.

But it returned with the power of green circles.

But it was still all gone.

As my world shattered I entered his.

His black flames tore through me and healed his wounds.

His black crown and cloak sent me into a daze.

But alas, I fought with all my strength using the circles of runes more often than not and I won.

I laughed joyously.

I looted his palace, as he had looted me.

And I sat on his throne.

After that I-

Corrosion.

I screamed in agony.

Pain.

My body twitched uncontrollably.

Control.

And a new Demon King was molded from the darkest Throne.

Time passed.

Crack.

The throne cracked ever so slightly.