50 years after Clifford had ventured into the Pridelands, he had mostly faded into folklore.
Not everyone had forgotten him however.
An elderly Simba watched from the top of the now completed Mufasa Memorial Spire.
As he watched the sun setting he could have sworn he saw a glint of red in the distance.
Scar's grandson was a mere cub, but his father Televoz, had been telling him that he had needed to kill Simba and reclaim his rightful throne.
One day Televoz had been killed by some hunters and Scar's Grandson, Kronos, knew he had to continue his father's mission.
As he was walking through the jungle one day, he heard a most curious sound.
He heard a gigantic crash from far behind him.
He was deep in the jungle, so it was nearly pitch black.
"Who.. who's there..." Kronos nervously asked.
He heard a loud sniffing sound and then he heard a loud slobbering sound.
Kronos was know very scared.
He like all other lion cubs, had been told the story of the Clifford, a massive red demon that killed lions, but he had thought it a myth.
Kronos slowly turned around, and nearly screamed.
Standing there behind him was the massive red demon, Clifford himself.
His eyes were glowing with a fierce red malevolence, and his name tag had faded into illegibility.
"oooohhh..." Clifford said, "Clifford found a little kitty to play with"
Kronos screamed once more and began sprinting away.
Through the jungle he ran, sticks and underbrush crackling underneath his feet.
After many hours of running it seemed he had lost Clifford.
Kronos had made it out of the jungle and saw the massive gates of Simba's kingdom directly ahead.
One of the guards on top gasped, "Why it's a little cub, let him in at once"
Kronos was taken in and presented to Simba.
Peering at Kronos, with wise grey eyes, he exclaimed, "You must be..."
Then he dropped his wineglass.
"You are Sca..." then Simba began gurgling as the massive spear of one of his 'guards' plunged through his neck.
Kronos looked around the throne room and saw a pile of corpses of Simba's other guards.
"Your grandfather Scar's loyalists were never fully weeded out, no, we only became more adept at hiding... Now come my lord we have much work to do" the guard spoke.
That night Clifford furiously beat against the hard stone walls of Simba's now Kronos's kingdom. He whined when the failed to yield and left.