It started as a joke among childrens, each one thoughting in his own super-hero, the name of my was Dark Demon. I heard the story of each one of them, while creating the story of the Demon in my imagination. When my turn came, I describe in detail everything that my  fertile mind created:

In another dimension, a weapon of incredible powers was disputed between a king and his brother. To the  King was awarded the secret of how to activate it but for some reason he never dared to discover their powers. Even when war came to his subjects and died as flies, one of them, the wife of his brother.
- My wife died, your kingdom will fall. Why not now? - Brad while his brother commanded the last suicide attack their enemies.
- Our destiny ends here brother - shouted the king - the weaks inherit the earth, we are not worthy!
- Are you insane? - Asked his brother while shooting the king and stick their sharp claws into your eyes - Or lost your vision my king?
The memories of the king got out of orbit and were sucked into the mind of his brother. Showing the location and format of the weapon, a small amulet in the shape of a skull of a tiger.
- The war ends here!
That day, the highest tower of the castle, the Vizir holding the gun on a boiling cauldron where the brother of the king enters into its enclosure.
- Give me the gun your old decrepit! - Brad the new "king".
- No one can control it my king, at least ... nobody in this world.
In a seething potion portal opens to a small blue planet and throwing the amulet in the cauldron henchman pronounces his last words:
- Too..late ... Larock ...

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