The 400 year plan was finally complete. The draining spell had finished eradicating the vile monsters that walked this land. All that stood in his way was gone. As for the few who survived, he'd come back for them later.
Emperor Belos walked up to his newly constructed portal to the Human Realm. He had an ample supply of palismen with him to prevent his mutation. His pointy ears were covered by his hair.
He walked through the door and found himself outside an old house on a rainy night. He instantly recognised it as his former home. Belos opened the door and looked around the dilapidated building. He sat on the wooden floor, contemplating the decisions that led him to this point.
Belos heard a nearby voice. As he approached the source, he saw a vivid recreation of his brother running around laughing, with a young Philip chasing him wearing a wooden mask. A tear welled in his eye. Belos was still haunted by the voice of Caleb begging him to spare his life. He knew he had to do it, and he kept reminding himself that Caleb betrayed his people for that witch, and that he deserved to die. But however much he tried to convince himself it was the right thing to do, he still felt a little bit of regret. He felt nothing about the genocide of the Demon Realm. Only for the murder of his brother.