Devil of Devils

My initial slumber lasted for a month. Accessing the Avatar of Destruction as well as my exhaustion from so many back to back battles on top of all the stress put my body into a coma for a much needed reboot.

Waking up, the first thing I registered was that my magical reserves had skyrocketed. When I departed my original world my reserves were at the lowest edge of the High-Class and if the accident hadn't happened I would have gained my Evil Pieces in the next few weeks.

Now I can feel my power has reached the same levels as my Father's Queen who is a Peak High-Class Devil. You would think that the increase is not all that much, but this thought couldn't be further from the truth.

Even amongst Pillar Devils reaching the peak of High Class in less than two decades can only be achieved with insane, near-suicidal training regimens that only a madman or someone truly desperate (or a little bit of both like cousin Sairaorg) would inflict upon themselves. Unless of course you are a freak of nature like my brother and his fellow Satans who reached Ultimate Class by their mid teens. Those though are the exception and not the rule.

Your average commoner (pureblood Devil that is not a noble) or reincarnated Devil (without some kind of special ability like Sacred Gears or Senjutsu) needs upwards to half a century to even touch the High-Class. Ultimate-Class is a dream that takes centuries to achieve for everyone.

The Devil race by this point has 2 Super Devils who are my brother and Lord Beelzebub, 3 Satan-Class in Serafall Leviathan, Falbium Asmodeus and Zekram Bael, 1-2 thousand Ultimate-Class Devils, 6-8 thousand High-Class ones and millions of Mid and Low-Class Devils.

Me reaching the Peak of High-Class at 14 was fucking fabulous and if I was anyway sane I would have been ecstatic. Unfortunately, I wasn't in my right mind.

When the memories of my time in Yharnam came to my mind I started weeping and wailing, then I got angry and begun smashing everything around with fists and magic, then I started cackling only to start weeping again until I passed out from exhaustion. Rinse and repeat.

I don't know for how long I was in this state but considering that I had vague memories of restoring my dimension more than a dozen times then I would wager that it was a fucking while and I would have probably continued for decades at least considering I didn't need to eat and couldn't die in my dimension (even from magical exhaustion) if Ashik hadn't intervened.

He used his power to dampen slightly the emotional connection of my memories in Yharnam and transported me in one of his special dimension that was home to a species of Light Elves that he had created himself.

Imagine a combination of Alfheim from the Norse Mythology and Tolkien Elves but each one of them being capable of destroying small moons with a flick of their fingers. Contrary to their fearsome power though, their jobs in the Cosmos was to be nurturers and healers and not destroyers.

I spent 20 years with the Eldar as they were called in order to put the pieces of myself back together.

The first thing they did was to seal off my magic completely. As I had stated before, Devil Magic is influenced by desires and emotions both conscious and subconscious and my stunt in Yharnam had supercharged every nook and cranny of my magic with rage, grief and madness.

As a result, I had to purify it from these emotions if I wanted to even think about finding some semblance of sanity and so I did. Bit by bit they unlocked my magic 1% at a time and I had through healing rituals, meditation and good ol' therapy managed to achieve it.

It was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life but it was worth it because if I had gone to the next mission half mad and steeped in fury, well, let's just say that the world wouldn't have lasted a week considering how many self-important cunts infected it.

Jumping through the portal I found myself in a sandy wasteland. There was barren, hard earth as far as my eyes could see with not even a hint of life. Summoning my wings I flew high in the sky. It didn't take me long to detect the big walled city in the distance and I flew with haste in that direction.

About a couple of miles from the Gates and making sure none could see me, I descended to the ground and summoned through my new Warlord's Essence a great white stallion. Transforming my clothes to some expensive medieval breaches and tunic ensemble with leather knee high boots and a cloak with a hood, I strapped the Holy Moonlight Sword [HMS for short] in a sheath on my back and ordered my horse to trot leisurely towards the medieval city in the distance.

Ashik had been very accommodating with information this time, both about the parameters of my mission as well as general information about the world. Probably he was feeling guilty for my state after Yharnam, not that I have forgiven him for it and I don't think that I will for a long time but I digress.

This planet is called Planetos with its two main known (emphasis on the word known) continents being Essos in the East, which is separated in numerous city states of similar but differing cultures that squabble constantly with each other, oh and their main area of expertise is slavery, can't forget that and Westeros in the West which consists of 9 'Kingdoms' called The North, Riverlands, The Iron Islands, The Vale, the Westerlands, the Crownlands, the Stormlands, the Reach and lastly Dorne who are all under the rule of the Targaryen Dynasty, a bunch of inbred mad cunts of Dragonriders that no longer have any Dragons.

It's like someone asked these people "Naming Sense brah. Do you have it?" and they replied with "Nah" all the while shrugging and giving these asinine names to their lands while smoking weed. They didn't even fucking try! Honestly.

Anyways, rant over. Phew, it was good to pull things out of my chest. Moving on with my mission.

Apparently, aside from the obvious squabbling between humans these lands are plagued by Eidolons which are Gods that were born through human belief and mass sacrifices instead of the Gods of my world that pre-existed humanity. They are purely spiritual and can't manifest in the physical plane but apparently this doesn't stop them from being a bunch of vicious cunts that try to bring the Apocalypse every other Tuesday.

We have Ice zombies in the north, shadow spawning soul devouring fire demons in Volantis, a team of Black Eidolons intent on devouring the world through a corruptive black stone that consumes everything good in its presence in Asshai-by-the-Shadow and those are only the more serious ones. All in all a clusterfuck of epic proportions and I have to solve all these problems on my own with reserves nerfed back to Peak Low-Class. Joy.

The good thing about this is that my time limit is until the Ice zombies breach some wall in the magnificently named The North (God what the fuck is wrong with these people), which is according to my patron about 16 years away from happening and since I have taken the Warlord Essence I might as well pay homage to the name. A girl has to fight boredom somehow.

The first thing I did once I entered the city of Qarth was to head to the House of the Undying, home to the famous and infamous Warlocks of Qarth. I expected inside to find either a gathering of charlatans using tricks to pass themselves as magic users or a coven that has lost its lore and now only knowledge of can-trips remained.

What I didn't expect was to find a council of depraved beasts that through ritual sacrifice and the consumption of human flesh had turned themselves into some more controlled variant of the Wendigo. Unwilling to allow them to exist any longer I removed them from their mortal coil and I confiscated their ritual chalice never to be used for such practices again.

The only one left alive was a young initiate no older than 15 that didn't have the chance to partake in their filthy practices yet. His name was Lorkan, an olive skinned thin boy that looked at me in both awe and fear. In him I found an opportunity.

I made him my apprentice after having him swear a loyalty geas to me similar to a contracted Magician (though much more restrictive and ironclad) and taught him how to use magic the same way human Magicians did so in my original world. I was far from being a Master and I only knew but a dozen spells of varying uses and abilities but for this world where the most impressive piece of magic ever performed in centuries was a weak illusion spell that used to hide the hideous true form of the Warlocks, I might as well have handed him the personal Grimoire of Merlin.

He was a fast learner with a good head on his shoulders and by the time I deemed him ready to live his own life without me holding his hand a whole year had passed and it was the beginning of 289 A.C.

Of course, I didn't spend all my time just teaching the kid. During that time I also explored the world trying to unearth whatever mysteries I could find. One of the places I went to was Asshai-by-the-Shadow and after acquiring whatever magic lore I could find that didn't involve cannibalism and/or communion with higher entities of dubious nature, I headed for the Forbidden City, a place 3 miles away of the current populated area that none dared to step foot on. It was rumored that even the most capable and powerful shadowbinders never managed to return from this cursed city and using my senses I could understand why.

The sheer amount of blood sacrifices that had been committed to that place would make even the ancient Mayans spit blood. They didn't just kill them, they made sure to inflict the maximum amount of pain and suffering before they granted their victims the sweet release of death. This place was not made for the harvest of just blood and magic but they actively collected agony and despair and either through malicious intent or stupidity embedded all this negativity into the earth itself.

Observing this place reminded me the stories about the practices of the Devilkind during the reign of the original Satans where Souls and Agony was the only currency in the Underworld. If I hadn't experienced firsthand the city of Yharnam then I am pretty sure I would have passed out from the sensory overload of so many soul imprints screaming for salvation.

Unwilling to stay in this place more than strictly necessary, I used my HMS as a focus and connection and prayed to an Entity of Light and Purification that my patron introduced me to (probably for this occasion). If I was at my full strength I probably wouldn't have needed outside help but since I could draw upon a very small portion of my reserves there was no other choice.

For the first time in centuries, the sun appeared in all its fiery glory to the mysterious lands of Asshai piercing the all encompassing black clouds that had bloated the skies of these lands for millenia. A pillar of cleansing golden light descended from the sky erasing from existence the cursed Forbidden City and attacked every hint of corruption wherever it could find it.

This event had dire consequences for the whole area of Asshai. The corruption had been steeped at the very bedrock of the country deep within the Earth and as a result the disintegration of everything corrupted caused a natural disaster that saw acres upon acres of land to be devoured by the sea drowning its population beneath the Waves.

I couldn't bring myself to care though. The people of Asshai had been consisted of crooks, killers and practitioners of the darkest of dark arts. You wouldn't find any innocent people there so into the sea they go.

The year 289 A.C. found me inside a pirate ship I had boarded and 'persuaded' its crew to lead me to Valyria. It wasn't my first time there of course, I had visited the place plenty of times, an air filtering spell more than sufficient in dealing with the noxious gases coming out of the unnaturally active volcanoes.

What I mean by unnaturally active? Well, that's a funny story.

You see the Valrians of old had a habit of indulging not only in mass enslavement and debauchery but also in mass sacrifices of slaves to their Gods in front of statues they had built right at the roots of the thirteen volcanoes. Apparently, mass human sacrifice is very fashionable in this world for some reason and people simply can't get enough of it but I digress.

About 400 years ago and change though, one of the most powerful nobles and sorcerers of the Valyrians decided to start growing a conscience and said:

"Human sacrifice is a very dick move, let's do away with it"

Surprisingly most people agreed with it and slowly but surely human sacrifices started to decrease until only criminals where used for it. You would think at this point the Gods would bless these people from moving on from their bloody past and choosing to become better.

Well sorry to burst your bubble but they disagreed with them viciously. It seems these ol' Valyrian Gods enjoyed the power trip of thousand of souls sacrificed to them more than a crack addict that tries cocaine for the first time.

So when the Valyrians forced them into the mother of all withdrawal phases without even a by your leave, well. The results were quite explosive and from that explosion came The Doom.

When I first stepped foot in Valyria only one of their Gods was still alive, having preserved her strength by slumbering but barely. After she tried and failed to take over my mind and feed on my power (thank you for the infinite willpower Essence of the Warlord) she decided to impart me with all the knowledge of her people and her remaining energy and faded away rationalizing that if she was to fade away anyway then at least someone would still be able to carry the memories of her people so they wouldn't be forgotten which is fair enough.

Since then I have been making frequent visits to the place gathering whatever texts had been preserved inside the still warded libraries of the noble residencies as well as the mountains of gold, gems and Valyrian steel weapons that I had found inside the vaults beneath numerous layers of volcanic dust.

All this wealth I have squirreled away inside my personal dimension and seeing them all gathered together I can admit that I managed to empathize with Smaug for a moment. It really was a lovely sight. *Kaching* [Eyes turning into dollar sings.]

Seeing the Vallyrian Peninsula fast approaching from the bow of my 'donated' ship I couldn't help a wide smile from appearing on my face to the terror of the pirates around me. The next part of my keikaku is about to commence. Kukukukuku.

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Well, it seems it will take a bit more than a few chapters for us to reach the worm-verse. My original idea was to briefly mention her adventures throughout the multiverse 5-6 worlds per chapter and be done with it but unfortunately my muse has other ideas. Sorry but not sorry. I at least hope that you guys like it. See ya around next time with the second part of the ASOIAF- verse.