The Emperor of Evil Part One: The Demon Xett

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Long ago, on a distant world, the fabric of reality was torn. A fracture in the dimensional weave allowed the beings of an insidious realm to seep into the mortal universe. But this breach carried a peculiar limitation—while the demons could step through the portal they had created, only one could successfully cross at a time. Any that followed would be reduced to vapour, their essence returned to the abyss.

Through grim experimentation, the demons discovered a loophole. If the one who had passed into the mortal world returned willingly to their realm, another could step through unscathed. Likewise, if the demon in the mortal world was slain, its essence would be drawn back to the void, allowing another to take its place.

An agreement was forged. One demon at a time would be granted a thousand years in the mortal world, an era to feast, to corrupt, to conquer as they pleased. When their time expired, they would return, making way for the next. To ensure the covenant was upheld, a gatekeeper was appointed—an eternal warden tasked with warning each demon when their time was at an end.

For eons, the pact held. The demons, bound by their word, departed when called, eager for their successor to claim dominion over flesh and stone. But such obedience rested upon one fragile condition: trust.

Then came Xett.

Unlike those before him, Xett was not content with a millennium of indulgence. He had tasted the mortal world—its pleasures, its power, its fragile, breakable creatures—and he craved more. The thought of relinquishing his dominion repulsed him.

So when the gatekeeper came to summon him home, Xett destroyed him.

With the gatekeeper slain, the portal remained shut. The cycle was broken. No other demon could enter, no force from beyond could challenge Xett's claim. The others raged in their prison, but they were powerless to undo what had been done.

Xett rampaged, unchecked, for eons. While his kin had been content to play their twisted games of destruction, he sought to conquer the mortal empires, shaping their wars and their histories. He became more than just a demon—he was legend, a deity of ruin drawing a following of kings and conquerors.

But he had made one mistake. He had severed the only tie between worlds, but not the memory of those he had abandoned. The demons on the other side had not forgotten his betrayal. And though they could not come for him directly, they could still send agents, manipulating events from the shadows to ensure their will was done. They could plant their hatred in the hearts of mortals, employing both unwitting crusaders and mercenaries drawn by promises of power and wealth to hunt Xett.

And so, across the ages, warriors and sorcerers rose, bearing weapons bathed in divine fire, wielding spells crafted to unmake creatures like him. Though none had yet succeeded, each was a whisper of vengeance carried through time—some driven by righteous fury, seeking to purge evil from the world, while others were lured by the demons' promises of power and riches.

Xett had broken the cycle. He had ensured his dominion.

But he had also made himself the hunted.

And the gates, though closed, were not gone. Somewhere, in the vast and shifting darkness of the void, the demons waited for their chance to return—waiting for the moment when the mortal world would rise and cast Xett down, shattering the barrier once more.

And when eventually he was defeated it was not in the way the demons had foreseen. Instead of being killed, he was bound to the soul of a mortal, his essence to be passed down through the descendants of that line. Until the day when an act of treachery brought the last of that line to the brink of death. In a moment of weakness, he struck a desperate bargain. Xett would save his life and grant him the revenge he craved—but in return, he would become the demon's tool, bound to his will.

Upon that day the name Xett vanished, not to be spoken again for an age as in his place, Lord Zedd arose.

End