Here’s fandom that’s obscure in the internet. Presenting Ramia-Yana: Hero & Demon Lord Chronicles; by TheGoldenSmurf. A underrated webcomic that can be read by just simply going to Mangadex.org. Now despite the suggestive and gore content, the art style; *Chef’s kiss* at around chapter 3. The humor in it has earned me some laughs. If it’s not for you, that’s okay, I just want to bring attention to a great webcomic. Sure chapter 1 and 2… can be suggestive but nonetheless good, in my opinion. But give it a shot, support the creator of the webcomic. At the moment, 17 chapters are available. But without further ado… I present…
With Dante-inspired reader (DMC)
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Let’s start at the beginning, around 600 years ago, the first holy war. A young special-high grade demon; Lámerus existed among Rakasha kind. Silent, powerful, blade expert. It even made the demon lord at the time, The Sultan of Curses: Orai Turan acknowledge the Rakasha for its power, but what he despises about that Rakasha is he never joined in attacking the humans. He is passive when a human is in the Dark Lands, he never instigated a fight, only when he needed to. Killing were few in between.
After the first demon lord’s death. Lámerus ventured outside the Dark Lands, it was… beautiful. Pleasant than the harshness of the Dark Lands, for a long time, he has spent in his home land. Humans would scream and attack him because… demon. He enjoyed it enough to live outside the Dark Lands But one day, that change.
He met the one human that didn’t screamed, didn’t attacked, or backed in fear. Her name is Lilith, she always greeted him with a bright smile, she didn’t see as a demon, she saw the Rakasha. It made his heart beat for her. But a Rakasha falling for Human?! Unheard of.
Around the second Holy War, around 200 years ago. A young boy and his twin brother lived happily with their parents. A gentle, caring mother who showed them right from wrong, always patient but… fierce, even her husband shuddered. The father, a strong man who can level forests and well, his name Lámerus. You and your brother, half-Rakasha’s. You were strong for your age but carefree but your brother on the other hand, serious, you swear he never smiles, other than he wants to live up to his Rakasha bloodline. No kingdom knew of this affair.
She first found you and your brother far in the woods, with wooden swords. Your brother stepped in front of you with his wooden sword to protect you. She can see the determination in his eyes. Just adorable she thought. But she couldn’t his leave you two here, she followed along as a guardian until you two reached home. As she turned to leave, she saw a tall man eyeing him with suspicion but she herself sensed something about him. Like he isn’t human, he was hiding something … oh well.
Now… during the third Holy War, 30 years ago, Ramia, Gertrude, and the Demon King Extermination Squad were on their way to face the Demon Lord: Terapho Goliath. Until they found you, Ramia was confused, you were alive? Young even. Do you have elven blood in you?
Artimas questioned you why you were in the Dark Lands, let along how are you even still alive. You simply said you were on your way to kill the Demon Lord, and in such a laidback attitude. You were treating it like fun activity. Which angered the Queen of the Velaya Elves.
Artimas: “How dare you! Do you not hear yourself, Human?! This isn’t a game for you to walk in and leave! That is the Demon King your heading! And your treating this like a-”
You swung down your greatsword with a powerful motion on an unfortunate dark land creature that it left a scar on a particular tall mountain. On the other side of the mountain, the alliance army are engaged with demon army, distracting them. Shutting up the Elven Queen.
Ramia-Yana: *Whistles* “Not bad, cutie.”
She is impressed, you can might as well be close to her power. You both conversed like old friends, sharing adventures and asking her or the party if they seen your brother. Around your height, long sword, blue, serious, always on about power.
While the rest of the squad didn’t trusted you, they essentially picked up a stranger who left dent in a mountain, which could have ruined the plan. But they can recognize you being a strong human… or so they thought you were human.
But nonetheless, they persisted with the plan. Standing before the Demon King/Lord: The Arcane Asura: Terapho Goliath. The Extermination Squad; the hero Gertrude, Elven Queen Artimas, Archmage Eldarius, nun Ramia-Yana, and… you.
As the Demon King gave a speech about how it’s a useless fight or whatever… she doesn’t remember. You loudly yawned, interrupting his speech as you boldly told him…
“Hey pal! Can you hurry up and so we can kill ya? I got places to be and you’re boring me!”
Angering him for interrupting him, he planned to kill you first. Using his webs, he slashes at you as blood sprays from your wounds, thinking the you were dead. The squad watched in horror that an man was killed before them…
Or so they thought. Everyone’s eyes widened even more, even the Demon Lord himself was baffled. You survived?! The wounds that were just there were gone. How? No one can regenerate that fast?!
You smugly smiled as you pulled out your greatsword and pointed at Terapho. And you triggered your Rakasha form. Your grew tall, bulkier, skin turned Red, and irises turned black.
You were a demon/Rakasha-No… half-demon/Rakasha. High-grade? No, Special-High Grade? This… angered the Demon King even more… What Rakasha would even fall in love with a human?! And you were helping these lesser things?!
Ramia however? Figured out who the man was, your father is a demon. You’re strong, some pretty strong regeneration, and you summoned weapons in your hand. Kinda like when she summons weapons. But someone actually did it with a demon? Unheard of.
The battle commences, the Demon King is mainly focused on you, viewing you as a disgusting creature that must be rid of. Taunted him at every opportunity, not taking the fight seriously which angered him even more than before.
After some grueling hours, the Demon Lord… was no more. The Third Holy World is over. As the Squad catches there breaths, they now had you to deal with. You helped, yes. But you have demon blood in you. Powerful, you even held back because you didn’t used your Vimutti. You were a wildcard.
But Ramia acknowledged your contribution, you helped. Period. You didn’t seem to have any alterer motives. You just came here for a good time… she can respect that.
And as much as you wanted to hang around to party over Demon King’s defeat. You have a brother to find, so bidding them farewell and you left. You were a mystery, the human with Demon heritage, but chose to side with the humans and Elvens. No doubt you’ll be watched just incase. She’d likely see you again, given you’d be around longer than an elven. You were fun to be around.
And now, current day. The Dark Lands: Garden of the Fallen Colossus. A dangerous region in the Dark Lands. Even Rakashas or anyone that lives in the dark lands hesitate to even go in these parts of the area. You were that crazy demon who can barge in there and treat a creature in there like a joke. You gotten older, wiser, but still playful against your enemies. Such as the group of middle class Demons you encountered and look just who happened to be in the Dark Lands, Ramia herself. But as much as you wanted to catch up on old times. You think it’s best to end this fight before a Mantocrania is attracted to the noise they’re making. Without further ado. Let’s Dance.
Arriving at the floating island. She swiftly punished (Killed) a Rakasha who used there Vimutti in her territory no less. She saw a Mantocrania… and she just had to hug it, but it was more like it was trying to kill her and failing to do so.
After her generals scared it off, she finally turned her attention to you three, Malhory, Ramia, and you. She is impressed by how far two humans hit into the dark lands. You however, she sensed power that felt familiar. And it wasn’t just her either, Lunhare and Shinuerai Shokusu felt it too.
After Malhory’s failed escape attempt. Ramia got her attention, sword and gun in hand. You along besides her with your greatsword in hand, no way is she gonna have all the fun.
Mandragloria: “Are you perhaps a “Hero”, Ramia?”
Ramia: “So what if I am, “Demon Lord” Mandragloria?”
Madragloria: “And what about you? Are you a hero?”
She turns her attention to you. Two humans this far in the dark lands, her territory. And easily beaten a dozen middle class Rakasha no less.
“Me? I heard from a little birdie that you were gonna cause trouble. And I’m in the business for dealing with trouble.”
You said as you summoned a gun in your free hand. Entering in your Rakasha form. Mimicking Ramia’s sword and gun combo. Just when it was about to get thrilling. Gloria… invited you three over to her villa. Shocking… everyone. After playing waitress and serving her guests ale. She turned to you first.
That form, she remembered now. You were there when Terapho was the previous Great Lord. You… were Rakasha. That’s why you were powerful. Not to mention the sword, it reminded her of the Rakasha from centuries ago, who disappeared from the dark lands. You interest her. Wonder what else can you do, just how strong are you when you unleash your Vimutti.
You were going to be here awhile. At least the ale is good.
Poor Rakasha. This was suppose to be a simple mission, mere messagers. She knew the Garden like the back of her head, the safes route to navigate the Garden.
She and her group encountered a human, you. You were fighting her men like if it was nothing. Rag dolling them like lower-class Rakashas. Enraging Dantoyl and Balram for looking down on them. Treating them like toys until they break and just having a good time. This mission was already difficult by just simply trying to navigate the shit hole that is the Garden.
But a human this far in the dark lands?! Let along this strong to take on most of her men?! What in the name Mastoravia are you?!… Then another human came and made more difficult. Now it was two against three
But once the Great lord came. Malhory got on her knees, scared of the Great Lord before her. Mandragloria stomped on the already damaged island, cracking it even more, demanding an explanation to why a certain someone didn’t came to her event.
Scaring her even more until she finally had enough. Using her Vimutti to escape. Leaving behind the island, thinking she escaped.
Until she realized, she’s back on the same island. Having gone in a loop. Defeated she reluctantly went along to Mandragloria’s villa. Scared out of her mind, drinking ale, and quite frankly… just scared.
Please, anyone, just get her out of here. Far from this place, heck, she’d even go back outside the dark lands. She’d even marry anyone, even you. Just get her out of this hell hole.
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*Whew*. Hey there, it’s like a week or two. I had this post on the back of my mind for a while. Doing a head canon for a fandom that is obscure while limiting on what is shown in the manga can be a challenge. But I think I nailed it.
I did something different with this post. Perhaps I’ll doing for the rest of my posts. Some dialogue between characters. Using some character quotes here and there. And hey, did any of you catched the reference? If so, you’re awesome.
But how was the post? Good? Bad? Everything in between? Give your thoughts. Until the next post. Now if you excuse me. I got two requests to attend to. Get ready for Gojo male hunter reader part two.