Day 4: Enter the Demon King Malaketh

Written by: Dax Highcross of The Valerian Legion Council

December 29, 2025

The flames licked the curled spikes and spires of the metal citadel in the Dark Underworld. Around as far as you can see stretched hills and valleys of dark red sand and red trees of thorns and stickers that ended in sharp points. Blood dripped off these trees occasionally only to be swallowed up by the sand.

The sky was dark black with red and orange hues of spiraling clouds. Black gargoyle figures could be seen flying around here and there.

The sound of heavy French electronic pop music could be heard as far as the eye could see.

The castle itself was impressive with large spires and four flags atop each of the four. The first flag was a dark indigo with teal and two indigo dragon wings on it. The second the progress flag with the two spirit symbol inserted into the purple circle.

The next a black flag with a demonic sigil and a single slit pupil within surrounded by a circle of black and white checkerboard design. The last was the transgender flag with a red splat on it, with the reminiscent semblance to Mass Effects Renegade symbol.

Each spire had a look out tower with guards posted. The guards were covered completely in sharp, black and red spiky armor.

Below was the draw bridge. It was made of thick, twisted curling black metal that contained rings. This bridge was over a moat of lava down below.

The courtyard was large with a stable to the right and a blacksmith to the left and training grounds.

The main tower to the middle had an impressive doorway with two doors. Each door swirling, glowing symbols that decorated it and murals of hellish scenes as well.

Within was the main entrance with doorways on each side and a main, grand staircase that lead up to the throne room itself.

On the left a set of stairs winded up to the King's study. The door was open and inside were big book cases decorating the entire walls of all of the room. Bookcases that contain spell books and journals.

The center of the room sported a black and red animal hide on the floor of some tiger. The desk was toward the back of the room. It was dark, mahogany red with dragon claws for feet. The top of the desk contained a large swirling black orb with lighting sigil dancing around it.

Next to it was a hourglass with blue sparkling and silver sand. Next to that was a leather bound journal with a turquoise gemstone in the cover. Next to that was a calligraphy pen with a black red hawk feather. There was also a dangling black obsidian gemstone and dried red-black herbs attached to the fountain pen.

A arm leaned over the desk clad with a black leather arm guard with red carnelian gemstones on it. The hand was dark red with long black fingernails with many silver rings decorated with red gemstones and white ones.

Moving upward you see a black vest with a red, velvet overcoat and three necklaces. One necklace was a long black and white beaded necklace. Another, a silver chain with a lock and the other a long silver chain with a small cage with lid on it.

The face was demonic with red, dark skin slender eyes and high cheek bones. Mascara in black along with black eyeliner formed cat eyes. In the corner of the eyes was white-silver glitter. On the cheek bones was also silver glitter.

His nose was slender and pierced with diamond studs on each side and a silver band between them. He also had a septum silver ring that was studded.

His hair was short and black, with a single stripe of white in it. It was pulled back into a small ponytail. Two black ram-like horns were on his head that ended with white tips. One eye was a white with a black sclera. The other a red slit pupil.

His lips were painted black with silver glitter on it. They were pursed at the moment as he pushed the fountain pen a little with his other hand.

A deep, masculine voice said, "How does it go? I need to form an alliance with you. How does that sound? No...that sounds pathetic. I need to say it with decorum. Hm..."

He ticked his forked tongue. "I'm going to have to form an alliance. Seems I need to do some research on Norse Gods. After all my demon kind wouldn't want to piss off a Demi-God. Is he a demi-god? I can't remember. Well, I better research this than get it wrong."

Before you sits, Demon King Malaketh. The ruler of the Underworld in Mythika Nyxerin. A Universe that floats in the different plane than Earth.

The Demon King checked his nail for a moment. "I need to remind myself that I already have ties to the main council. So all I need to do is speak with Loki Laufeyson, when there is the appropriate time."

Getting up, the Demon King scoots his high-back chair back. The chair had black designs and red satin pillows.

His pants were black, skinny pants with crisscross lace, down the front ending, in black leather boots with glittery shoe laces and two silver chains dangling.

Behind him were two black and red demonic wings, that stretched low to the floor. He was 5'6" with pointy ears and one silver lock earring and the other a diamond stud.

Behind him, curled around itself, was a red long tail ending in a spade, that contained blades.

He paced back and forth. The losses, he has suffered, keep him tormented because he can't seem to solve them. It's like splotches of vivid terror and nightmare memories that continue to plague him.

If he could only address the problems directly perhaps it would soothe his unrest. He knew what he needed to do. Get a bath and clear his head.

America wasn't going to keel over and die, if he rested for once but his heart cries deeply at the thoughts of when he saw homeless people in Pasadena and Alhambra.

He hopes they are okay and wants to address that sorrowful sight. Nobody should have to scour for food and water like that. It was eye opening and terrifying.

He can't let this go on anymore but he's only one Demon in a universe that is trying to assemble together to help fight for the cause. Surely there are others also willing to help with this: Project Renegade?

He casts a teleport spell with a flick and lands himself, naked into the tub which was already filled with bubbly bath water. A small, black candle burned and a soothing melody played.

He was going to be alright. He was not a evil demon. He was a sparkly one. One who loves people more than theatrics. He especially loves his rebel scum. Well a little theater is worth the price of making people entertained and free of their troubles for a bit right? he thought.

As he closes his eyes, he imagines standing in his regalia on Capitol hill with a tall flags of both the progress flag and the transgender one, shouting loudly, "Let my people go. We are not your enemy. We are human. We are loved. We are freedom. We are justice. We are alive. We are equity. We will not comply. We are American!"

But first, he thought, I think we need to talk about the horror that happened. Perhaps it would help us and others? Perhaps to move forward, sometimes, you must move back, retrace your steps so you can unburden the darkness and be free of it?

The demon king nodded to himself. Yes. The story must be told. I must let them all know what happened. History is never told accurately but ours will be. Down to the darkness that emerged and scared everyone to the core.

To think, what repression held, that box that broke open during The Great Myrkr Period. The Gloom days. The Helvíti Tímataps or The Hell of Loss Time period.

With deep love, I hope you all can picture it, the good thought of standing on Capitol hill with two flags. We will not stop until our dream becomes a reality. For America to become a Democracy again but better than before. So thus, we end this blog.

Zaheylu,

Dax Highcross aka The Demon King Malaketh

P.S. Zaheylu means unconditional love. Truth, justice, safety, hope, joy, equity, happiness, compassion and especially freedom. We will explain how we got this term another blog post.