Epilogue

Zabulas sat grumpily on his throne. He had resumed his own appearance as a teenage-looking boy with black hair wearing a black T-shirt and back jeans, although he was actually centuries old. He never liked wearing the restrictive black robes that all other Dark Shadowlords desired. He started wearing jeans and T-shirt since Levi first produced them in 1871.

Zabulas’s throne sat in the middle of the Dark Realm inside his castle formerly known as Chateau du Alyximeme. This castle no longer looked like a donut that resembled the ADMI Academy after the curse was broken. Like the appearance of Zabulas, it had also returned to its natural self. The castle was now a simple glass cube that looked like a green house with no plants. The outside wall was made of one-sided mirrors where the inhabitants could see its surroundings, whereas any potential intruders would not notice the structure as it only mirrored the vast black sandy desert surrounding it. As you can tell, Zabulas adored simplicity.

The throne was made of obsidian and had a silver skull impeded on top. It appeared as though Zabulas had a silver skull protruding out of the top of his head whenever he sat on his throne. The dim red sun glowed overhead through the glass ceiling of the castle. The screech of gremlins could be heard. A troll lumbered around in the distance

“They are still alive! Castrum has failed. And we have lost all the land that we previously gained! Our Dark Realm is diminishing.” Zabulas rasped.

“We may have lost the battle but we will win the war!” a hidden voice confidently replied. It sounded like two people talking concurrently. Both voices were feminine, but one was old and the other young.

“They are now in the human real world. The Light Realm has unintentionally merged into the real world due to the overwhelming surge of conflicting emotions from the Light and Dark Realm during the Battle of ADMI.” Zabulas explained.

“A glitch in the Raventopia.” The hidden figure remarked.

“Yes… to our advantage. They are now confused, split apart. Fighting to push The Ravenwall to our side is one thing; learning to live with humans in modern 2018 is another. Modern humans are cursed with electricity, technology, and science but lack the knowledge of magic. Now that the Light Realm has merged with the real world, our enemies will soon realise that their magical powers will be greatly diminished by the powers of technology and science. As they are now vulnerable, you shall strike.” Zabulas ordered.

“Agreed, Milord.” She replied.

“Show them your kingdom. Punish them even after death.” Zabulas roared.

“I already have some torture ideas in place.”

“Give them hell, Hel, and then push The Ravenwall off the face of all dimensions until the entire world will be under our rule!” Zabulas stood up, raised his arms in victory and thunder boomed in the distance.

The figure stepped forward. She wore a hooded black robe decorated with skeletons and corpses sewed with red thread. She pulled back her hood revealing her face. The left half of her face was a beautiful maiden with smooth skin and blond hair. The other half was a grotesque corpse. Occasional strands of white hair punctured through that half of her scalp. Bits of bone stuck out of her rotting flesh.

“Will do, Zabulas.” Hel said as she bowed and exited the castle.