[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-first-demonic-dragon":3,"chapter-first-demonic-dragon-first-demonic-dragon-chapter-1227":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","First Demonic Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1079281,1393,"Chapter 1227: The Apocalypse I","first-demonic-dragon-chapter-1227",1227,"\u003Cp>-Paraguay, South America\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day was like any other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour before sundown, the streets of Bella Vista were bustling with people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughter and frivolity could be heard from every man, woman, and child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was crisp and relaxing. It was the kind of weather one could spend all night in without experiencing discomfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people were unusually happy. Their world seemed so at peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then they heard it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone on the street was privy to the sound of galloping hooves beating against concrete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they turned to find the source, the gallop slowed to a leisurely trot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone could see a pure white horse walking between cars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rider wore a sheet of white fabric that seemed deceptively noble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sheath of arrows sat upon his back, and a glorious black bow was held in his right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s face was nigh unrecognizable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the humans let him out of their sight, they forgot the color of his hair, as well as the features of his face...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they couldn’t forget the white of his coverings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The color was so white. So pure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made them feel good to look at it. Almost like they had witnessed a celebrity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They followed the figure without even understanding why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone the rider moved past dropped their things and turned to follow him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, some began to fall to the ground; their health took an abrupt turn for the worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment, their hearts and minds were his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-United Kingdom, Europe...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man stepped out of a local restaurant with a brown paper bag in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wide smile on his face was as infectious as it was endearing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another much younger man called out to him from a stall in the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fish and chips again, Mr. Davies? I thought the missus had you on a regimen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man cackled as he rubbed his belly. \"Let this be my reward for sticking to it, then. A man cannot live on greenery alone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I believe vegetarians might disagree with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No such thing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man and the old one laughed, and for a moment, shared an embrace in the middle of the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, both turned their heads when they heard what sounded like a horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men turned in time to see the largest, most unnatural horse they had ever witnessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s fur was dyed crimson, as if it were soaked with blood. Muscles like forged iron radiated a heat that made them feel as if they were standing right in front of an open oven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure black flames billowed from it’s nostrils and radiated underneath it’s hooves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Atop it’s back sat a male figure, clad in a red robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was young. Probably not even old enough to legally enlist in any country in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was angelic. Innocent. Ashen white hair dangled around his shoulders as a red crest shone between his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather... his eye sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy was completely blind. His own blood ran down his face and blended in perfectly with the red fabric of his covering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his shoulder, he hoisted a large, black blade. Taller and larger than two men put together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he passed the young man and the old one, the looks that they were giving each other slowly changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"....Do me a favor, Henry. Don’t mention my missus anymore, you hear?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get your stinking finger out of my face, old man! It’s no wonder the lady goes around telling anyone who’ll listen about what a fat slob you have become!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You son of a bitch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brutal fights broke out all over the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cars crashed into stores, people, and other cars by the dozens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fires begin to break out on the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all the while, the rider of the red horse does not look back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Pyongyang, North Korea...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pitch-black horse paws at the ground, releasing occasional snorts as it’s rider chants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rider, a figure in black fabric, holds a simple metal scale in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is thin. So very, very thin that he nearly resembles a walking skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin is gaunt and pulled tightly over his bones. His hair, white and brittle, has begun to go missing in some places.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raises his scales to the sky, and the mystical plates slowly begin to balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There is groaning all around the rider’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weak, emaciated humans cry out as their stomachs rage at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fingers split open and break as they forcefully wrest pieces of cobblestone from their place and shovel them into their mouths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they eat, there is less than a second of relief akin to an intense euphoria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then the moment passes. And the hunger returns with a vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They eat rocks. Their clothes. Plants. Live animals. Each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Themselves...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever is closest to them, they consume in a bid to ease the gnawing feeling of hunger within them. Not knowing it is a futile endeavor that will drive them toward their demise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-Oklahoma, United States...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stench of necrotic flesh permeates the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside of a state government building, elected officials lie on the steps of their workplace, their bodies already cold and lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A horse whinnies above them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It is a pale, rotting creature that appears to already be dead. A ghost in the flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whisps of ethereal green energy flee from it’s nostrils and radiate under it’s hooves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It opens it’s mouth and begins to eat the flesh of the dead. Inspiring it’s rider to chastise it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horse instantly pulls away, blood still dripping from it’s rotting maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon it’s back sits a haunting figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He is haunting, with light grey skin and spidery limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wears leg armor, but no chest plate. His gloves extend to his elbows and are designed with a bony pattern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purple fabric covers the lower half of his face. All that is visible about him is his long, oily black hair and deep orange eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mask of bone he wears covers his face from view. None has ever glimpsed the visage beneath it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps come from behind the horsemen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glances over his shoulder to find Hades standing there, wearing a crown in addition to his usual black suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...It has been some time. You remember me, do you not?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horsemen’s voice was gravelly with an underlying sarcastic sharpness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you joke?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Far from it. You went back to sleep after the last time we met, so I wasn’t sure if-\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hades. Child of Kronos and Rhea. Brother to Zeus and Poseidon. Ruler of the Greek Underworld. Owner of Cerberus. Husband to the Graceful Persephone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hades nods. \"You’re almost fully correct... I have no brother named Poseidon, Death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horseman stares at him for a long time, as if he is waiting for the jest to reach it’s conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, recognition shows in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Apologies. I am presently still getting adjusted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Think nothing of it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hades looks around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city is supernaturally quiet. The air is still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see you got started without me... sorry about that, but I’m here now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then bear witness as the father decreed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horseman holds out his hand, and a weapon appears that makes even Hades feel unsettled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A large scythe, like the wing of a demon, larger and more terrifying than any mortal weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horse rears up on it’s back legs at the arrival of the weapon. It’s rider grips it’s metal reins to steady it before swiping his weapon in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slash is not exaggerated. On the surface, it appears completely normal, and nothing appears to have been gained from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Hades knows that is far from the case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt it as soon as it happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment that Death swung his scythe, more than two million people in the state died instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few moments later, a veritable ocean of deep green souls began floating up into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the beings of the dead hear an unnaturally loud roar that shakes them to their core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal dragon bursts through the clouds, surprising them both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With it’s two heads, it devours the dead souls as if they are simple morsels. Neither Hades nor Death makes a move to stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Is he supposed to be this early?\" Hades raised his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...No. He is not.\" Death narrows his eyes. \"The seventh seal has yet to be broken. The dragon’s children are as unruly as ever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, obviously.\" Hades snorted. \"You’re going to need to sleep a lot longer than a few billion years if you want to see that changed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...So I see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rider suddenly flicks the reins of his mount again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whining, the horse immediately begins pounding the pavement, racing through the world at an inhuman speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the while, Hades follows behind him, taking note as weary souls flee the Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bashenga feels a lump forming in his throat. His pulse is unsteady. Erratic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He holds the hand of a very sweaty and weary Gaia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She meets his worried eyes and smiles at him. He cannot even begin to imagine where she has found the strength to do such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t look at me like that, husband... I’m sure it’s... not that bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1564,"2026-06-03T10:37:20.117Z","2026-06-03T10:37:24.979Z",1,"novelbin.me","ad3fa790af8092d5023b0de1c87e51ab75e876e8920ab66340c22a18f8955e47","first-demonic-dragon-chapter-1228","first-demonic-dragon-chapter-1226",1284,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffirst-demonic-dragon-cover.jpg"]