The Karcist and the Lord

a S.C.P. Foundation Mythos x M.G.E. crossover

Chapter 27: The past released, the present undone

"I am the Arch-Lich Koragh. I am not a Mamono. I am the most feared necromancer to scourge the living, and I will not bow. I am the true leader of the Black Sabbath, not that child demon. I fell entire armies and made them my slaves. I planned to become the next Monster Lord, and was denied this. One day, I will become the Monster Lord, and set myself on the path of glorious retribution of making the Monster become feared, not as some race of demi-Human creatures, but as the great and terrible force they were..." one the Monsters whispered to himself in his cell, suspended in the air by the chains that bound him to walls of dripping and corrupted stone.

Koragh was the most powerful of what was known as the Liches, a type of magically powerful Undead that were characterized by the armies of Zombies, Vampires, and other creatures they commanded during the days of the Cycle. He was among those who retained their original form when the current Monster Lord, that harlot of a Succubus known as Deborah took the throne. He could remember seeing those Demons and Undead who served him in the Black Sabbath, which in those days was a cult founded on worshiping him, turned into child-like forms of their former selves. He at the time did not know what was happening, and began a near total purge of the cultists, using his own army of Zombies, which also turned into females that were not decomposing. However, overtime he felt the Undead under his command slowly regain their independence from him.

He would flee Royal Makai along with a small group of unturned Monsters into the surrounding lands, hiding while figuring out what the hell was going on at the time. After fighting and slaying many of what would now call themselves Mamono, Koragh later learned from a partially corrupted Dragon named Elbor that the former Monster Lord previously had given up and disappeared, and a Succubus had taken control of the Monster Race. He among a few were not turned, as they were strong enough to resist her influence upon them. After awhile, he felt Hel, the God of the Underworld cut off his Necromancy, that branch of Magic he learned as a child and studied heavily in. This was like cutting off all the limbs of a Lich magically, as they may know other forms of magic, but all Liches as a whole relied on it at the time to do as they pleased.

So for the next three centuries, Koragh the Arch-Lich of the Black Sabbath wondered the world, learning and studying little he could find, dodging both Mamono and Order forces as he went from place to place. He had to relearn much about how to do even the most mundane of tasks, including cleaning off blood when an unlucky Human or Mamono discovered him. Then, having had enough of being hunted, he returned to fight the Monster Lord.

Which is why he was now underground beneath the castle, bound to Demon Realm Silver chains which bit into his very soul and poured the influence of the Monster Lord herself. He unlike most of the other unturned Monsters of the time was strong however, and for the next seven centuries, he repeated to himself his life story by memory, how he was a simple farm boy, whose family was oppressed by a tyrant. He swore to himself that he would attain power as such, knowing that only the strong should rule. He learned to become a Necromancer, and began his reign of terror. As his years caught up with him, he learned there was so much he did not know about the world, and thus became Koragh the Arch-Lich, shedding his former name and life. He still remembered the ritual he performed to become the first of his kind, as he 'accidentally' let the ritual to become one loose, so he could enjoy the chaos that followed as his servants fought each other.

However, he could feel his memories being altered, a product of his of being corrupted. He kept feeling his body shifting and growing the flesh of a woman, and forgetting much of his accumulated knowledge. He only had it back by expending bursts of his mana to reverse the physical changes, but the altered memories and lost spells would always remain, and he soon had to use a bigger burst each time. He had estimated that he has at least two months left by now, then he will permanently change. He still repeated the mantra, which grew shorter as time went on, knowing any memory of him being a woman was false and an illusion to bind him to the Monster Lords will.

So when some combination of Dragon and Succubus ran by him, he was reminded of what he was, and renewed his efforts to escape this purgatory. He was began to charge up for one final gambit, when he heard a thunderclap and roaring of an actual Dragon. He paused, and began to wonder what was going on. He then remembered the Succubus had also passed by earlier, and realized that he was not alone. He could sense other unturned Monsters also fighting to retain their identity, and they him.

Another one challenges the Lord! He thought with glee, as tremors and shaking encompassed his cell, and they grew in intensity, he telepathically contacted them all, shaking violently from the tremors. My fellow Monsters, if you can use Magic like me, Koragh the Arch-Lich, First of his kind. I have a plan! After sharing it amongst them, every Magic-caster charged up them own reserve of Mana, waiting for another shock wave, knowing success or failure was based on timing and coordination...

**POV SHIFT**

As Terria ran through the labyrinth to the surface, she was on the verge of tears. She had wounded her own father, and her mother was a liar and hypocrite, and she had been nothing but a pawn that her mother used! Everything she knew was pointless, and then there was Ion, who was laughing maniacally at what he saw.

Bastard! You said you would give me the power to beat her, not hurt my father! You tricked me into becoming your pawn! The Dragon-Lilith raved in her mind. Ion stopped laughing, and she suddenly fell as she felt him crushing her somehow with his power. When he spoke, he was serious, an aggressive tone echoing his anger.

No, I gave you power. You decided to fight with it to kill someone, and your father made the choice to get in your way. Do not blame me for how you use my gift to you. I am not the kind of weak God you know of that resides in this world, Terria. I am not one you can say whatever you want. Forget what you know about Demonic Energy, this is not your power, it is mine, and I can take it back as well as give it freely. To enunciate his last point, he made Terrias' front right leg to start rotting, and she started to gasp in shock and pain. As he continued to speak, she felt him reach out his senses, and feel... joy? Do not think you can dictate what I can or can not do. Now, to show you understand, strike the wall next to you.

"What?" Terria asked, confused as she tried to feel what Ion sensed. When her eyes exploded, she screamed in pain.

Strike. The wall... Ion said, his tone threatening. The Dragon-Lilith was wracked with unspeakable pain. Sobbing and crying, the Mamono raised her fist, her mind breaking further.

"NO!" she heard her father cry, but it was too late, for as soon as her hand hit the stone wall, every once of her body was suddenly drained of the power Ion gave her, and the power she had as standard to to her species as a shock wave reverberated outwards.

**POV SHIFT**

As the unturned Monsters began to feel a large burst of energy flow throughout their prison, Koragh knew that was their cue.

NOW! As the shock wave passed them, each magic-caster in the prison fired his or her mana burst, timing it so that the shock wave was amplified, and the shaking grew. Soon, Koragh could see and hear cracks forming in his cell, and the chains binding him were being shaken loose. He could excitement, and had to restrain himself from releasing his own burst of power. The cries of shock and dismay of his desperate Monsters could be felt as well. He told them that he sensed that if the shock wave was amplyified, it would released them by breaking the chains and their connections to the walls, allowing the Monsters to get out. While the chain certainly would break, only he had a chance to get out, being the closet to the surface. Fortunately, only the very last one figured it out long after they released their burst of mana,

You bastaaooohhh their mental 'voice' trailed off, as Demonic Energy corrupted and turned them. As the shock wave passed his cell, Koragh took in the combined energies that propelled the shock wave, a roundabout drainage of their power that for lack of a better term, overloaded the Demon Realm Silver chains and broke them, as the enchanted metal, while set to compensate for his power was able to fire off a counter pulse of Demonic Energy when he reverted his form as his power decreased, the forgers did not account for a prisoner increasing their uncorrupted power. So before the enchantments could compensate, Koragh released one final pulse of energy like his fellow prisoners, and this time it worked...

**POV SHIFT**

Heaven, Grand Palace of the Gods

As Ion watched from the Throne of War in Human form, he smiled as his rather improvised gambit payed itself off. His original plan was to let Terria kill the current Monster Lord, then take control of her, and thus the entirety of the Mamono races. However, when the Lilith known as Emmalis, who he had thought was no longer able to aid her mother in any fashion moaned out her vision, he watched in shock at how quickly Mikheal reacted. However, he had to follow through at this point, and retained enough calm to give Terria his blessing. Then Mikheal managed to stop Terria from killing the Mamono Lord and take her place. While Ion wanted nothing more then to rage at the Human, blight him with the most horrible and deadly of diseases, and watch in glee as the two Succubi watch one of the men they loved die as he disintegrated into dust, then themselves die as the dust carried itself up into the world. He did not however, as he would lose what he came for in this world. So while outwardly laughing, he was secretly cursing and raging in anger towards Emmalis. But when he saw what the unturned Monsters were doing, he worked out what they thought was happening, and he decided to see if they could pull it off.

When he peered into Koragh mind however, he couldn't help but feel thrilled at how the Arch-Lich freed himself at the cost of his comrades. The God-Eater watched also as Royal Makai and the lands around were suddenly shook with violent earthquakes. They began to panic, think Vaal, the God of the Forge was working too loudly, as building collapsed, entire fields were upturned and smashed against those unlucky enough to be buried alive, etc. Royal Makai itself was almost literally turned upside down, as the whole city was lifted up on a large shock wave that from above looked like the ground suddenly turned into a bubble, then was dropped violently onto the earth. It then basically exploded, as the rebound made chucks of dirt and stone and various beings, both Human men and their Mamono wives get launched into the air, then come screaming down into the crater of what remained of the Mamono capital.

As the disorganized and confused survivors (mainly Mamono who could fly, along with what few of those managed to catch and save their men while still in the air,) wondered what just happened, they then looked on, as Koragh crawled out of the ruins and rubble, and stared out at the destruction around him. Ion then sat back, and decided to see how this played out, as Koragh was a Lich, and surrounded...

"DAMN IT!" Ion yelled, suddenly slamming the Pantheon counsel table and making the Chief God, Odin the Sky God, Vaal, and a number of Angels that were in the room jump in fright at his sudden outburst.

"What's wrong, milord?" one of the Angels asked nervously.

"I have a Lich, but Hel controls how Necromancy works." Ion snarled.

"Oh wow, one of the Gods that you had an opportunity to get rid of right here and now was able to screw you over, what a surprise." Vaal said in a sarcastic and deadpan manner. Ion teleported behind her, then slammed her head into the table, who then held her bleeding and broken nose, then teleported back into sitting on his throne long before anyone saw him move. From their perspective, he disappeared, then Vaal suddenly yelped as she lifted head from the table holding a nose bleeding out her golden ichor, then everyone saw Ion reappear sitting on the Throne of War as though nothing happened. Again they flinched.

"Consider that a warning. I let them go so when they were found again, so that I can enjoy the thrill of hunting them down, then watch as they despair in their final moments before I consume them." Ion explained, kneeling over as he pointed at the upstart goddess. Vaal stared, visibly angry. "Are you challenging me?" Ion asked, starting to transform. Odin held back Vaal, the Sky God dressed in a winged helmet and a clothing item she called a gambeson when Ion asked what it was.

"Don't, you know what happened to Aries." Vaal then stood up and left, as Ion smiled.

"I thought so." he said, just loud enough to make the God of the Forge kick the door in rage before leaving. Ion smiled, and turned back to gaze upon what was happening back on the planet below.

**POV SHIFT

Pandemonium

As the Cultists of the Fallen God gathered around in a circle, one of the Mamono put in the middle a globe. This one however, was not of their world, but of Earth. They then began a chant, one in a language that hadn't been spoken in several centuries, each producing a knife. They then danced, as a Dark Priest beat out a rythem on a drum with her hands, twirling the spears. As a Void Seraphim looked on, she turned to one of her fellow Angels, this one corrupted.

"Do they know the price of this Blood Magic ritual?" She asked, fluttering her many wings. "They are going to die, separated from their husbands."

"They know, and that is why only they can perform the Blood Magic. Blood Magic is dangerous because of it draining one of their blood, or one enemies yes, but sadly, the more powerful spells require greater sacrifices then just that, like sacrificing ones closet friend to become immortal. In this case, sacrificing themselves knowing it will hurt their husbands beyond description. And whether they do it correctly or not, their souls will be obliterated as well, meaning we have no second chances if this fails." The second Angel explained. "You know your duty given to you both by the Fallen God and the Chief God. They are going to give us time, you will bring the only ones who will get our sister Mamono to understand what it'll take to defeat the Cult of Nalka, even if it might be too late." the Dark Angel explained. On cue, the cultists dancing suddenly cut their wrists, and started dancing with renewed vigor, their blood pooling in the air into a crimson sphere whenthe drummer beat faster and louder, followed by their chanting. The cultists swung and swooped, their skin paling as the blood loss started to set in. One of the cultist looked like she was about to faint, to the horror of those watching. However, she managed to continue, and soon the sphere which grew larger and larger began to float down to the globe. When it touched all the remaining blood in the participants including the drummer who had cut herself as well, and they fell dead as the portal formed. They went with Blood Magic and chose Earth, as the Border between that world and theirs was already gone, and when the Void Seraphim went through, the crowd of Mamono and Angelic beings loyal to the Chief God watched as their sister disappeared. The portal became unstable and collapsed a few seconds later, and everyone prayed as they hoped the Void Seraphim made it, and hoped that there would be something to save when any help the many-winged Angel finds come through...