There's no place like the Demon Realm.

The gigantic golden sun was shining, brighter than ever before. It was a peaceful day for the population of Bonesborough. As the townsfolk were minding their own business, something peculiar was happening. Something so strange, so unfamiliar. Something… exquisitely exciting. The rulers of the Demon Realm were on their way to visit the peaceful town of magic and witchcraft. It was the one, the only, Legion of Stars. A democratic-military unit that only has one purpose: defend the world from all evil. As the prime minister, Stellarking, led his fellow Starlites to safe ground, the townsfolk cheered. Then slowly, the cheering stopped. Stellarking clears his throat and begins to speak.

"My fellow demons, it is a great pleasure to visit you all on this fine day. I come to you bearing good news and bad news. The bad news is, my time in this world is almost up… and it breaks my heart to say goodbye to you when the time comes."

The crowd sympathizes with their leader. Stellarking continues his speech.

"That is where the good news comes in. As the leader of the Legion of Stars, it is my great pleasure to announce that on his 18th birthday, my son, The Collector, will be my successor!"

With that finishing touch of the speech-announcement, the crowd cheered once more. Stellarking was an honest, promising being of light. When he was first brought to the world, he found it chaotic and confusing. After a bit of learning the history of the Boiling Isles and the tyrannical rule of Emperor Belos, he made it his mission to defend the inhabitants of the Demon Realm from all forces of pure evil. That included the likes of Belos to begin with.


A little bit after their visit to Bonesborough, the Legion of Stars was back in their home world: Starry Region. As Stellarking observed with caution how his fellow Starlites were keeping up with their tasks, he smiled and went on his way. The white castle before him shone like a million diamonds, made of pristine porcelain with decorations of gold and silver adorning the windowsills and the many doors, outside and inside.

As Stellarking opens the castle gates, he enters and with a swift of magic energy, he closes the very same gates. He then began levitating and making his way to his son's room. Arriving at a wooden door, painted in sky blue, beholding a golden doorknob, Stellarking gently knocks the door three times.

There was no sound...

Stellarking tries knocking on the door again, at least four times.

There was still no sound...

"Hmmm… I wonder what's happening in there," thought Stellarking to himself as he then tried turning the doorknob and discovered that the door was unlocked.

As the Starlite looks around his boy's room, he notices that he isn't in bed. Instead, he sees that he's on a balcony with a view of the Boiling Isles in all its untouched glory. Stellarking grows a soft smile and gently approaches his son.

"Heyyy, champ. What's eating you up?" he asked before his son turned to see him with a nervous smile.

"Hey pops. Just a bit nervous, that's all…" he said softly before looking down again. His sigh said it all.

"Is that why you didn't come with us? You're nervous?" chuckled Stellarking as he sat next to his boy. Now they were both looking at the view of the Boiling Isles.

All his life, The Collector has trained and practiced the necessary skills to be the next leader of the Legion of Stars. Every day his father would help with combat and wisdom. No matter how hard he tried though, The Collector would often have second thoughts about being leader. Yet again, in spite of his nervousness, he kept on going. When the boy was 16 years old, he noticed that his father fell ill so he decided to take his time in taking care of him. He felt more comfortable and at peace.

"Look son… I know I'm not gonna be around forever and… I just want to make sure you're taken care of, and provided for when you're leader. It's a big responsibility, I know. But if you want someone else to run-" Stellarking said before The Collector unintentionally interrupted.

"No, dad! I don't want anyone else to run! You said it yourself. This is what I was born to be. It's my destiny. I just… I don't know if I have what it takes."

"Of course you do, champ. I'm sure of it. All it takes is that you have someone else in your life of the same species to help you. I know how difficult it sounds, but I promise you it will be worth it."

"If you're talking about girls, that's why I have second thoughts. Every girl I talk to either looks confused or uncomfortable. I didn't even do anything to them…" The Collector's voice begins to break.

"Come on. Who's my brave little starlite?" Stellarking said, in an attempt to cheer his son.

"Me…?" replied The Collector, growing a smile.

"That's the Collector I love," said Stellarking, giving his son a playful noogie to which the boy chuckled about.

"You're right, dad. I'll do what it takes. I'll find a girl and ask her to help me."

"That's my boy," said Stellarking as father and son kept looking at the Boiling Isles for the remainder of the evening.

Eventually, The Collector yawned and drifted into a peaceful sleep. As Stellarking began carrying his boy to bed, a booming roar echoed through the distance. A shiver went up his spine.

"Oh no…" whispered Stellarking to himself, fearing that his worst adversary had returned after a thousand years of punishment for what he did to the Demon Realm.

His old rival and archenemy, Virus Claw, has returned and now… he vows to have revenge.