Here we go, another trip by dream-traveling, great. This time I was not inside a person or something. It was in a space floating in the air. Well, this is new. I could feel my presence rising from the ground. "Where am I now?" Cool air came into my mouth as I whispered. Strangely, I could feel how cold the place was as if there was no sun to bring warmth.

Somewhere in the darkness, voices whispered randomly. I also found myself wearing a white t-shirt and pink pajamas. Pink, does it have to be pink? I need to get rid of my old pink pajamas so I could get a new one, jeez. The only ones that were missing were my claymore and my watch necklace. I had to admit, even I didn't know what's going on. Why am I here? Why am I wearing these clothes? Why is it so dark? Am I even dream-traveling? The voices became louder.

Slayer, Slayer, Slayer, the voices called from the distance. I hovered to follow where the voices were coming from. "H-hello?" I said, but the voices kept calling me slayer. "'He must go, into a place of hallow.," said a voice that sounded like a child. 

"'He must choose, win or lose'," said another. 

"'He must find the destroyer for it is hidden in the chamber'," whispered a girly voice. 

"'Life itself rests in his hands, said the hollow voice. Or it will have disintegrated where it lands'," all of them recited the last phrase in unison.

"Okay, that's creepy," I said. As I turned around, I gasped at the sight of an opened two tall doors made of steel and tangled with shiny chains, more like a big gate. Inside the doors was dark as an abyss. I started to hear the prophecy again as they all whispered it. But who were they? Were they the souls that their mortality had ended? Or a different one? Because some spirits were meant to be born as spirits in nature. Scary right?

With such suction power, I was dragged inside by opened gate. I screamed as I saw purple ghosts gaping their mouths while letting out their terrifying screeched. I suddenly fell and was circling before I dropped to the floor. "To be honest." I winced. "I have the weirdest life on earth."

As soon as I got up, I was startled as I saw a man in a shadowy form wrapped around with smoking chains. There was silence for a minute until he looked up, now that I saw him blanketed with shadows. His height was much taller than mine, there was no doubt that he was an adult. His glowing orange eyes darted only at my widened eyes. "Is . . . is there something on my face?" I asked slowly, not knowing what to do. "Because you keep looking at me like a have a pimple on my-"

"At last," he hissed, "I finally found you. It took a while." With an inch, his movement turned the chains into rust that were torn apart. I stepped back because I felt something bad was about to happen. he was no longer wrapped in chains but still covered with shadows except the half of his face. This wasn't dream-traveling after all. "Who are you?" I demanded, dared to keep staring at his eyes. But he was ignoring my question as he looked at his hands while stretching them in the air. "Where am I?" I asked again.

"You are linked into my consciousness by the power I still have," his deep voice said. "I am a being far greater than all mortals." As he got closer, the shadow started to dissolve, revealing his entire head. I did not want to think of this man as naked. His spiky long platinum blond hair was sharp and as his nose. His white skin tone shone like a star.

"Who are you?" I asked again.

"There are thousands of things you don't know about me, boy," he said. "But my name is Dienockrus," the man said as he circled me. "But I know about you, your magic, your life, and your destiny." I turned to him seeing his face leaned forward. "I know all about you MaXabiere the Dragonslayer. If that is what they call you." Shocked, I pushed myself away from him. 

"How did you know . . . ?" I demanded.

"In the very beginning, I knew you were born for something unimaginable." He smirked. "So it took half of my power to create another being that has capable to conquer and destroy everything."

His words all made sense now. "You're the lord of the underworld," I said. 

He scoffed. "More like a prisoner in this forsaken place." 

"You created the Devastrigon to destroy lives." I raised my voice as he was staring up. 

"All of the things were perfect once until the cursed devil decided to spread evil across the vast universes. What did the heavens do? Nothing. How foolish the Almighty himself only cursed him instead of annihilating his very existence. Both heaven and hell are a product of their corruption. Once I intended to stop them, they prevented me to do so," The words made his eyebrows furrowed with fury. "Those blind Flash warriors are thinking the best way to balance the universe by stopping me? But I've seen it all. Thanks to my knights, they have opened the doors of death, which awakened my powerful beast that no hero has ever faced."

"The Shadow knights belong to you?" I said while looking at him as he walked around me, still staring at the darkness. 

"Indeed, aside from the dragon," he replied. "It took me a while trying to get rid of you by the time when I had the chance to link our consciousness. Like back at your home in Northern Quarté, including those warriors and corrupted souls in your petty village. I was also heading to where you're at which is inside of their academy, but it ended up in a village too, which was worth getting rid of it."

My eyes widened, my head was burning hot, my clenching fists started making a crackling sound. "You." I gritted my teeth. "You destroyed my home, threatened my family, and killed millions of innocent people."

"They are more than the face of innocence, boy," he said without any emotion. "You're just a young lad just born with your power. You can't even see what this world is. It's time for me to show you what I see." He pointed his opened palm at me before a bright flash exploded before me.

A/N:

Crap, it's the lord of the underworld. Now, MaXabiere knows the whole truth and Dienockrus will show him everything he sees in the next chapter.