Michael Miller
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'So they sent two this time...' Ashton's body was surrounded by a pulsating aura of magical energy as he prepared to face off against the two Demon Kings. Their eyes glowed with the dark power of the Ancient Sin, a force that made them nearly invincible in combat in exchange for their sanity and reason. The first Demon King charged towards Ashton, his claws extended and ready to tear into the Archfey's flesh. Ashton, however, was prepared. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a wave of pure magical force…
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Ashton had been traveling through the Netherworld for weeks now, his mission is to detach pieces of the dark realm from Elstar. He had become an expert at it, knowing exactly how to manipulate the energy of the Netherworld to sever its connection with Elstar. As he moved through the Netherworld, Ashton encountered all sorts of dangers. Demons lurked in every shadow, waiting to attack him. But Ashton was not easily deterred. He was determined to rid the Netherworld of these creatures, no matter the…
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In Netherworld... As the council of Demons convened in the grand palace of the Netherworld, the air was thick with an oppressive energy that seemed to emanate from the very walls themselves. The palace was a massive structure, with towering spires that reached up to the heavens and twisted, jagged architecture that seemed to defy the laws of physics. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings and demonic symbols, glowing with an otherworldly light that cast eerie shadows across the chamber. As the…
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With firm eyes and a blazing fighting spirit, Ashton proceeded to do what he was meant to do. Ashton descended into the Netherworld, his eyes scanning the landscape for any signs of demon activity. The twisted spires of dark rock jutted from the blackened earth, casting deep shadows across the barren wasteland. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and decay, and the distant screams of tortured souls echoed through the darkness. His powers hummed at his fingertips, ready to be unleashed at a…
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Ashton stepped into the Demon Slaying Squad's training grounds, his presence causing the air to shimmer with magic. The trainees stopped their drills and stared at him in awe, their eyes wide with wonder as they took in his regal bearing. Marcus, the squad leader, strode forward to greet Ashton, his expression serious and respectful. "My Lord," he said, bowing low. "It is an honor to have you grace us with your presence." 'Oops, forgot to mute my aura down.' Ashton inwardly scolded himself for being…
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He couldn't believe it. Well, to be more specific, he should've expected this, given where he was at, but the thought completely eluded him until now. Ashton's heart was still racing with excitement as he felt the surge of power flowing through him. He had just ascended to the rank of Archfey, and he could feel the magic coursing through his veins, filling him with a sense of purpose and destiny. He didn't expect that, as he was trying to spread out his senses to assess the world with a fresh set of…
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Two months have passed since he came to the Mistwood Kingdom... Currently, Ashton sat cross-legged on the floor of his room, his eyes closed as he focused on his breathing. He had spent the past several hours meditating, trying to clear his mind and prepare himself for the Breakthrough that was to come. As a demon hunter, Ashton knew that the process could be dangerous, but he was determined to see it through. His room was filled with various formations designed to prevent his aura from leaking out. This…
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Ashton woke up early in the morning, the sun barely rising over the horizon. He sat up in his bed and stretched his arms, feeling energized and ready for the day ahead. He got dressed quickly, putting on his usual attire of black leather pants and a white shirt with long sleeves, before heading out of his room. He made his way through the Demon Slaying Squad's headquarters, greeting his fellow members as he passed by. He made a mental note to stop by the kitchen later to grab some breakfast, but for now,…
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Ashton took a deep breath as he stepped inside the Demon Slaying Squad headquarters in the Mistwood Kingdom. The air was filled with the scent of incense, which seemed to be a common feature in most demon-slaying headquarters. It was a far cry from the hidden and secretive world of demon slaying in Sylvenvale. The founder of the Demon Slaying Squad in the Mistwood Kingdom, a tall, lean man with piercing blue eyes, greeted Ashton as he presented his badge. The founder's name was Marcus and he seemed to…
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He wasn't expecting that question from a Faery he just met. In truth, Ashton was also slightly embarrassed because he had actually forgotten about it altogether. Ashton inhaled and said: "I'm a Demon Slayer," he blurted out. "That's why there's so much Demonic Resentment on me. I forgot to cleanse it off." Lyra's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" she said. "We have Demon Slayers in this kingdom too. Maybe we could help you." Ashton was taken aback. He had never met anyone who could understand his line…
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