The Demon King
He was waiting, for a helpless mortals and fools alike to come up his mountain. He could do, some real stupid and brave. To come on top, of his home. He would be ready for whoever; come here.
He hears a sound, thinking himself. "Stupid and foolish mortal boy."
It was a villager boy, right around seventeen years old. He had, olive tanned skin, black hair. Brown eyes; he looked tall and strong. But, it matter not. He should turn, back. While, he still could. He held, his huge claw hand, against his mouth. He was doing, everything he could not to laugh.
"Come on William, you don't have to do this."
"No! Taylor, I have to do this."
He was still walking up, but his friend stayed behind. Once he was, up far enough. It was too late, to turn back now. He just had to keep going. Once, he was on top. He thought, to himself; "this wasn't too scary."
Then the sky, that was cleared. Were turning black, could it be a storm on the horizon.
But, if only, he could have noticed, the danger before it was too late.
The Demon King, was awake and waiting for him.
William, was trying to grab on to another to hold on too. But, it was too late for anything.
Demon King, had a huge hand, around the boy. Pulling him; down to the bottom of the mountain.
The Demon King, let out an evil laugh. "Now, who's next foolish mortal." He disappeared into the mountain.