AN: Hello, dear readers. I know, that I didn't planded to write second chapter and I told you that this is one shoo, but I fell tired of my other works, so I decided to write the second chapter, this time, more in the form of a story.
By the way, I also decided to do something, that probably no one of writes has did before with own OC. Literally, give him a transformation, witch change him in genocidal misanthrope. You see, this is that cind of stories, when the great power is put into effective but brutal hands whose owner is full of prejudice and aversion.
Have fun and a nice day.
Anor Tirith
West East Outskirts Of Slane Theocracy
198 Year After Coming Of Evil Deities
The rest of that night, and the entire next day, went by for Abaddon just as you'd expect, remarkably fast and intense. In fact, as soon as he sent his servants and children to work, his thought process essentially shut down. Or at least, that might seem like an outsider who could see a being with no interest in reality, which was not even the slightest truth. In fact, Lord of Fallens thought about the situation and tried to come up with any plan of action. There were many things to consider and few answers, at least up to a point.
I have to secure and fortify these ruins as I decided long before. In the first place, I am obliged to ensure the safety of my creations, which have now been given life and appear to be fully conscious beings. While they should be loyal to me, especially Salome and Samael, I should never be too confident, at least not in these uncertain times. In the end, he formed a plan that may not have been perfect, but at least gave some introduction from which to start progress towards the better.
The next day, as the sun began to slowly hide below the horizon, Abaddon gathered all his loyal servants and children and gave them the appropriate orders. Before that happened, however, he allowed all of them to express their first observations on this new world. First of all, Amy started her report, which to some extent gave a picture of this new world, and alerted them to something equally important.
"From what my spies have initially determined, we are within a mighty mountain range which, according to their determination, is to separate two neighboring countries." The remarkably beautiful half Fallen Angel dutifully reported, kneeling in front of his master in the main courtyard of the ruins. Her hand was clamped over her heart, in a show of loyalty, the other five were in the same position. "The Shadow Demons were also able to overhear a fairly large squad of armed Humans who referred to themselves as the Paladins of Six, and a caravan of merchants who seemed to be traveling with a large body of North to South guards. Although it should be mentioned that they traveled a rarely traveled and neglected route. "
Abbadon was genuinely curious and smiled in obvious approval at this undoubtedly progress. "What were they saying?"
"The Paladins co and rose told each other about the might of their great army, aided by formations known as the Scriptures, and in particular, they spoke a lot about the might of Black Scripture. Besides, they talked a lot about life in the country known as Slane Theocracy. All this until one of the Paladins expressed doubts about the rationality of patrols in this area of the state. In response to this, one of the rest of the ten-man patrol, most likely the commander, reprimanded him in extremely harsh terms that it was necessary in the face of potential movements from the northern state known as the Re-Estize Kingdom, or the possible invasion of Orc or demi. humans. " Amy continued with no less smile than before, all of which was a joy at her master's evident satisfaction. "As for the group of merchants, they were carrying mostly valuables and some magic artifacts south with them, but all of them were insignificant rubbish that might as well be thrown away or converted into something else. This group of Humans provided me with quite a lot of interesting information regarding the economics of both countries. From their conversations, I deduced that the kingdom was to be a poor country and exploited by a corrupt ruling class, a nobility that, united, one of them may think, has more to say than the King and his children put together. Additionally, the nobility is notoriously abusing their position towards the poorer sections of society and destroying the kingdom. Simply put, the country is not worth even a fraction of our attention, except as a potential easy booty, given the country's incredible weakness and quite a lot of land. As for theocracy, things are very different in this country. All the power is concentrated there in the hands of the Pontifex Maximus and the Six Cardinals, who have the most say in the country. " At this point, Amy's smile and confidence was visibly shaken, and the reason was quite obvious. "However, power is divided in a rather strange way."
"What exactly do you mean?" The question this time came from Samael, who surreptitiously looked at her with a certain amount of interest.
"What I mean is that the state, the administration and the military report to the Pontifex Maximus, while the Scriptures and the so-called Six Goods churches around which all political and religious life is centered report directly to the Six Cardinals. However, the various churches and scriptures are subject to a particular cardinal who is to represent the interests of his god. There is also the Supreme Executive Council to consider for that, but I don't know much about it and seem to be more of an advisory body for Pontifex. " Amy continued doing her best to answer the questions. "However, aside from these quite distinct danglings, theocracy is characterized by another, humanocentrism, which in this particular case manifests itself in the belief that mankind should rule over the entire world and exterminate all other races if necessary."
Abaddon developed a distinct disgust and disgust at such an attitude, but said not a single word about it. Still, some of those present seemed to feel his obvious revulsion, but no one said anything except the Lord of Fallens himself.
"Humanocentrism?" He asked, and his right eyebrow rose quite high. "Human supremacy? What a disappointment, I thought people in this new world might turn out to be a little smarter, but apparently I was asking too much, despite the fact that it was practically nothing. " After this little digression, an irritated Abaddon waved his hand. "Never mind my expectations in this regard, continue with your report." Although he didn't say it out loud, he also felt quite a bit of aversion towards the Human race. When Abaddon found out about his own feelings it struck him as strange, especially since he had been human only a few hours ago. Ultimately, however, he ignored all these doubts and decided to listen to the reports of all his subordinates first.
"Yes, my lord." Amy replied, and for the next several minutes she reported on the next facts she had faced.
First of all, theocracy was a very wealthy country, at least compared to the kingdom. The products, according to the merchants, were to be of extremely high quality and were highly desirable within Re-Estize, among the more wealthy townspeople and nobility who had the funds to buy these expensive goods. Additionally, theocracy does not have a classical social class. There are citizens, most often farmers, craftsmen, merchants and landowners. The second were the clergy who were not, however, a homogeneous class. They were divided into Paladins and Clerics, the former were mainly concerned with defending the country and taking care of safety in cities and villages, while clerics healed the wounded and sick, preached the teachings of the Six Gods, or rather the domination of the human race over others, and in fact constituted the ruling class in country. By the way, Amy mentioned a few more countries that she didn't know much about. It was the mighty Baharuth Empire, Roble Holy Kingdom, Argland Council State, Dragon Kingdom, Elf Country, and the Karsanas City-State Alliance.
However, that wasn't the end of Amy's report, who moments later mentioned something that made Abaddon widen his eyes.
"I would also like to mention that the Shadow Demons I recalled weren't sent back after a few hours as it should have been, and are still on scouting missions for me." Amy stated, or actually added it to her extremely voluminous report. "However, I do not yet have the main direction in which to conduct major intelligence missions."
However, she did not pay attention to the brief shock of the statement about the continued presence of the Shadow Demons, which, however, was very quickly suppressed by Abaddon, who decided to take on an expression of stoic and unreadable peace in the face of it.
It seems the Mobs in this New World can be summoned at will and indefinitely, which could well be forever. If it is so, it can give me great opportunities for the development of this place and my power. Wait a minute, I have barely arrived in this world and I am already thinking about increasing my personal power. After these thoughts, Abaddon allowed himself to listen to the reports of other subordinates.
Leviathan, almost immediately after getting permission, began reporting enhanced wall defenses and summoning a dozen Fallen Angels for his part, ranging from 35 to 50 levels. Mostly they weren't the most powerful mobs of this type available, but Half-Dragon Champion felt that under the circumstances it would be the best way to test and gauge the strength of this world should any attack come. Azazel and Asmodeus, meanwhile, successfully spread traps everywhere and masked all the ruins. In addition, the former also decided to summon several Doom Guards, each of which are level 50 and are quite intelligent mobs. For them and the weaker Hell Halberdiers, who were to complement the defensive abilities of this place. By the way, however, Asmodeus took the initiative.
"My Lord, I would like to ask you something, if it is not a big problem for you."
"If it helps strengthen our defenses, then I am sure I am prepared to do so, Asmodeus." Abaddon replied, and although he did not disclose it, he was extremely pleased and interested in his initiative.
"I propose to start converting these ruins into a fortress as soon as possible, full of suitably powerful guards. Regarding the resource issues, these mountains should not be lacking. Additionally, I can always use magic to summon enough tons of minerals." He said, and next started to wait for the agreement of his Master.
"Very well, Asmodeus." Abaddon replied. "You have permission."
Before anyone else could say any more, Amy spoke with some concern.
"My Lord, the Shadow Demons just informed me that a squad of sixty Paladins is approaching our location. It seems they are targeting these ruins."
"It looks like someone must have noticed our appearance on this New World before." Abaddon mused, to the utter dismay of his servants, who almost panicked at the mere thought of neglecting their duties, fearing he would be severely punished.
To their great surprise, Abaddon did not care about it and casually rose from the dilapidated fountain on which he had been sitting so far.
"It could be quite interesting." He informed them, and his wings began to flutter wildly. "Amy, come with me and let the rest of you watch." After a few meters in the air, he turned towards them for a moment. "And before you start arguing, my words are not even subject to the slightest discussion. I am going to personally test how great the power of this New World is. Although I do not expect a great show of strength after cannon fodder, it will be a good test of skill and magic."
With these words, Abaddon took to the skies, free and unrestrained, just like a bird. Amy followed right behind him. The remaining five, for a moment did not know what to do, and therefore decided to ask about the further movements of the older twin, who, after a moment's thought, ordered them to immediately start the work assigned to them by their master.
Meanwhile, Abaddon had risen quite high and found the mountains in this world to be something very wonderful. The sun was setting over this land just in time to fly, and Fallen Angel couldn't help but smile at the sight of the snow-capped mountains bathed in the glory of the setting sun. It was something really beautiful and unattainable, at least not in the old and broken world. However, he could not afford to waste time on such trivial matters, so as soon as Amy approached him, he practically immediately demanded the location of the incoming squad, and the other Fallen Angel led him to his destination until they were a few meters above the ward, in nearby and snowy forest. They could easily hear their conversation.
"Are you absolutely sure about what you saw?" Asked a female voice that was beyond doubt belonging to the Paladin, most likely the commander of this unit. At least that was the conclusion that led her authoritarian and self-confident style of expression.
As for the Paladin squad itself, all of them, regardless of gender, wore a gleaming munition armor, with helmets that provided the perfect headgear to protect that particular part of the body, all made of a mineral that was very quickly identified as mithril . Warriors' war hammers and their rectangular shields were also made of the same mineral. Abbadon, while examining closely, also noticed a coat of arms on the shields, a blue candlestick with six candles, a star between them, all marked in the center of the laurel wreath, all on a white background. It was not difficult to overlook the fact that a significant part of the Paladins had the coat of arms of their country made of silver on their armor, while the one who headed the unit had the same decorations, but not of silver, but of gold, which additionally emphasized its high position among them.
"Absolutely, my Lady." A male voice replied that belonged to one of those standing at the commander's side. "Me and my comrades have noticed these ruins quite recently. We've been patrolling these mountains together for many months, and until now, we've never seen these ruins. That said, we would have noticed something like this without a problem, which makes me argue that this design is quite recent, however ridiculous it may sound. "
"That sounds absurd to say the least." The commander replied as they approached the end of the forest and the nearest escarpment, from which they should have had a perfect view, were it not for the magic of illusion that had been used to hide the ruins. "And where is it?"
"Impossible!" The Paladin cried out in disorientation, and though Abbadon had no way of seeing his expression, he still couldn't help but imagine the sight of the young man - for that age was indicated by the timbre of his voice - with wide-eyed eyes. "Me and my comrades have seen these ruins! It is impossible for such a massive structure to disappear overnight! "
"You are right." The commander replied, but this time in a completely steel voice, then she turned and looked at him. "It is clear that something like this could not have happened and I can only see two explanations for this. First, these ruins never existed, and you and your underlings invented them, for reasons beyond my understanding. Second, a powerful illusion spell had to be used, but it would require a tremendous level of power. Although, to be honest, I doubt if there is anyone powerful enough to do something like this. "
"It is possible." Another man interjected, also in armor but with a white cloth over it with the yellow coat of arms of theocracy. He looked very different from the others and was accompanied by four similarly dressed Human. What cleared the doubts was the silver staff he was carrying. It was undoubtedly a Magician who, along with the other four, was probably supposed to complete the unit's capabilities against all dangers. "While it is as you say it requires a great level of power, it is possible. However, we are talking about a level of power that was experienced almost two hundred years ago, in the era of the Thirteen Heroes, or the Eight Greed Kings. If, of course, the few sources from that period do not increase or decrease the power level of these legendary characters. "
There was total silence in the group of Paladins present here, and Abbadon could easily imagine the reason. After all, Fallen Angel decided he was tired of waiting.
"Amy, follow me, we'll land a few meters behind the squad to make the most intimidating impression on this group of Humans." Abbadon ordered and did not even wait for confirmation. He immediately took his position among the trees and waited for the best time to make his grand entrance. Amy followed him and landed near her master.
At the same time, there was an argument within the Paladin squad, for the vast majority of them were terrified of the possibility of facing a power that far exceeded all of them put together. The only one who was in this situation to keep a cool head and calm was the commander of the unit of an undefined rank.
"Calm down, you guys are paladins, not a bunch of teenage girls losing their virginity, so stop yelling and moaning!" She roared at them with authority, which had the desired effect immediately. The passive effect of the Commander class, Aura of Inspiration, was also important, as it not only inspired the ally, but also gave them courage. "We need to get back to Castle Glut as soon as possible and from there send a message to the capital asking for one of the Scriptures!"
"It won't work, ma'am." Abaddon decided to step in, rose a few meters above the ground with his wings, and before any of the paladins could turn back, Fallen Angel began to approach the confused squad of Paladins. "Me and my maid are not going to let that happen."
At this point, Amy also took to the ground a few meters and began to approach a group of holy warriors, accompanying her master.
As for the Paladin squad, the rear of the squad was immediately defensive, in a good display of self-preservation. Neither of them even needed an order, which said quite a lot about the military and its traditions. It was not difficult to conclude that despite a fairly strong hierarchy, the Slane Theocracy military relied heavily on the initiative of ordinary soldiers so that they could adapt to the situation. Abaddon saw this fact quickly, and came to this conclusion.
"Who are you?" The female squad leader stepped forward, but as soon as she saw the black wings and felt a certain ominous aura, she almost immediately came to the only correct conclusion. "Fallen Angels! Traitors who abandoned their sole service to Six and chose their own selfish desires over the service of humanity! "
Her statement caused the entire squad to assume combat stance. The warriors almost immediately set up a sealed row of shields and readied their war hammers while the mages readied themselves to cast their spells.
"[Fly]!" All five shouted, then flew a few meters above the ground to be able to cast spells without risking hurting the sojrznik. At this point, they prepared their magic staffs so that they could cast spells at the enemy as quickly as possible.
Abaddon did nothing for a moment, for he had no reason to do so, and merely watched them all ominously, to make the whole scene a bit disturbing, and to psychologically fight them off, waiting for any stumble on their part. However, to his disappointment, this did not happen, so he decided to take a different tactic that was much less passive. At the same time, however, he wanted to test the power of this New World
"Why do you think I was ever meant to serve your beloved Gods, whom I had never even seen before?" He asked almost mockingly, wanting to provoke either of them to attack. However, to his great surprise, each of them maintained a high level of calm. "So you're not going to answer me?"
"I don't have to answer the question of a creature that has decided to abandon its mission to serve us, Humans, a race chosen by the great gods!" The commander hissed venomously, but she did not lose control over her behavior, which showed a great and undeniable level of skill. "Before the night begins, you will all be sent back to Hell, to the damned Evil Deities or the Eight Greed Kings! Magicians, summon Archangel Flames and Angel Guardians immediately! "
"Yes, my lady." All five replied, then obeyed immediately. Each of them summoned one Archangel Flame and four Angel Guardians. While these first Angels wielded flame swords, the latter type of angels had a spear as their main weapon, in which, in place of the arrowhead, was a flame point. For defense, the Angel Guardians had deltoid-shaped flame shields.
"Angels, come on!" The commander gave the order and the small horde moved towards Abaddon, who decided to wait for the effects, although he realized at this point that the summoning abilities of these mages were well below the power level of his servants.
We didn't have to wait long for the effects, because the five Archangel Flames tried to stick their blades into Abbadon's chest, which did not even bring the slightest result. Meanwhile, the Angel Guardians, as weaker creatures, only shielded their more powerful comrades.
"Disappointing." Archduke of Fallens muttered, then pulled out the Fist of Knowledge and with one blow destroyed all the Archangels, which had broken down into tiny particles. It also didn't take long for Abaddon to decide to test the magic.
In YGGDRASIL, a verbal command was necessary to be able to use magic. I have no reason to believe otherwise here. He thought, then decided to raise his right hand and use the first spell he could think of and which was reserved exclusively for his race. "[Corruption, Transformation in Fallen Warriors]."
It didn't take long for the black energy field to be sent to the Angel Guardians, who began to morph over a while. Their shiny and flame wings began to turn into dark ones, which, weak but nevertheless, emanated negative energy. Spears and shields have been replaced by negative swords. After a while, a group of fifteen lesser Fallen Angels turned to the Paladins, who were only preparing to fight hard, all under the command of their commander, who was aware of the possibilities of these mobs.
"Fallen Warriors, come on!" Abaddon ordered, and to his surprise, his voice was more dignified than ever before. Well, it's more a question of pooling my experiences as a high-ranking member of society, and perhaps a question of feeling empowered. Regardless, however, I am curious what the performance will be like.
He didn't have to wait long for the reactions from Fallen Angel's enemies, because although the Fallen Warriors were low-level mobs, they caused the Paladins a bit of trouble, and some were even injured. After all, the mages accompanying the Paladins quickly destroyed seven of them, and the rest fell from blows with hammers. After five minutes, it was over. The unit turned out to be a perfectly coordinated whole, ideally prepared to deal with all encountered dangers.
What caught Abaddon's attention was that the Squad Leader destroyed as many as three Fallen Angels simultaneously, using something the Archduke of Fallens had never seen before.
"[Body Strengthening, Focus Battle Aura]!" She screamed, then charged, breaking through the nearest Fallen Warriors and attacking the other two Fallen Angels in front of her. "[Fourfold Slash of Light]!" And after the mobs there was not even a trace, when they disintegrated into particles and into nothingness.
"[Level Assessment]." Archduke of Fallens muttered softly as his gaze began to provide data on Human in front of him, and the level of their items. This was nothing extraordinary, as the Paladins before him did not even qualify up to level 30, which gave him a pretty good view of the underlying power of this world. Additionally, their items could not have had any effect on himself, all because of their low class.
Seeing this display of skill, Abaddon couldn't help but give them a slightly malicious but proud smile. Moments later, his spell deactivated and he began to see things normally again, then began to clap. "Great job, Paladins. Although your power is not great compared to mine, I cannot help but praise you. If you had better equipment, you might even be able to threaten me. "
His words clearly irritated the Paladin commander, who for a moment lost her temper and began to respond to sincere praise with rather vulgar insults, much to Abaddon's own embarrassment. It was at this point that Fallen Angel had an idea and decided to make another experiment that might prove useful later on.
"Amy, do you agree to take a certain test?" He asked her in a whisper, not wanting to attract the Paladin's attention.
"Of course, we are Lord." She replied calmly and just as softly. "Whatever you say."
"Excellent." Abaddon smiled once more while the shouts of the Paladin Commander died down, and she was reassured by her companions. "As you can see, the power of this world is not too great and the creatures from here have no chance with us. Simply put, he wants servants who will be able to defeat potential enemies, but who at the same time will not pay attention to us. "
"I understand, my lord. Do you wish for these puffed up Paladins to be transformed into such minions. "
"I knew you would understand me, Amy." Abaddon replied contentedly, then proceeded to explain his plan. "This commander is to be transformed into Wraith Queen, five of the Paladins are to be transformed into Wraith Warriors, one is to be transformed into Wraith Assassin and two into Wraith Sorcerers. That should be more than enough at this point. "
"Got it, my lord." Moments later, Amy stepped forward and directed one of the broadswords she was wielding towards the squad commander, who hadn't reacted to it at all and was merely standing in front of the squad, with six warriors and two mages present a few paces behind her. group to provide support. "[Conversion, Wraith Queen]"
A small ball of negative energy left the tip of the broadsword and then, in the blink of an eye, it reached the female paladin commander, who started screaming for a moment like an enraged Baanshe. Negative energy consumed her entire body, and moments later, and to the horror of the others, she was transformed into a shadow and dark creature, clad in a black cloak with armor of the same color beneath it. The winged and shielding helmet was gone, a pointed crown replaced it, and there was not a trace of it on the head, save for a shadow and dark flame. The shield was forgotten and the hammer was replaced by a massive mace made entirely of Adamantite. The only thing left of the former Paladin commander are female shapes. This was the Wraith Queen, 40th level High Wraith, specialized in melee combat, using magic, and summoning minor Shades.
"Commander!" One of the terrified Paladins shouted. Discipline in the ward has completely collapsed and has been replaced by an almost hysterical panic from the until recently of a perfectly coordinated ward.
"[Conversion, Wraith Assassin.]" Amy continued her work without any scruples or pity for the terrified Paladins, for all that mattered to her was her master's will and loyalty to his orders. "[Conversion, Wraith Sorcerer], [Conversion, Wraith Sorcerer], [Conversion, Wraith Warrior], [Conversion, Wraith Warrior], [Conversion, Wraith Warrior], [Conversion, Wraith Warrior], [Conversion, Wraith Warrior]. "
In this way, the nine first minions in the Archduke of Fallens service were created. Negative energy transformed them all and made them completely unlike what they were before. The remaining eight were transformed into Wraiths, which differed slightly from each other and still remained shadow creatures, just like the Wraith Queen. The Wraith Assassin was a shadowy entity in black and hooded barbs that covered his body, fitting his body perfectly, and his weapons were two poisoned daggers made of Orichalcum. As you might guess, it was the 30th level Wraith, specialized in killings and infiltration. Wraith Warriors, 35th level Wraith, specialized in combat and summoning. They wore black armor and long robes that gave them dark majesty, and on their heads horned helmets with a large visor that revealed absolute nothingness underneath. Their weapons were the swords of Orichalcum. Meanwhile, the last group of Wraith, the Wraith Sorcerers, were the 35th level Wraith, specialized in the use of negative energy, magic and necromancy. Their weapons were long and magical staffs with glass spheres with negative energy enchanted at the top.
"Monsters!" One of the other Paladins shouted, and then more screams of terrified Humans rose. They were all seized with a double fear, on the one hand they were afraid that they would be next to share such a cruel fate. On the other hand, they were terrified of the corruption of their commander and comrades. But at this point, their panic didn't even matter in the least, for fate was already sealed.
For his part, Abaddon no longer felt compassion or shame towards Humans for his actions and for corrupting people. Moreover, Fallen Angel even felt a certain disgust with these people, all because of their weakness, pride and the resulting belief that they could challenge him.
"My new servants, you can get rid of them all, I have not even the slightest use for them." He announced coolly and calmly, and all nine pounced on their recent comrades. The massacre has begun.
Though the Paladins were quite powerful - by the standards of this world - and well coordinated, faced with panic and their inability to control their emotions, their fate was completely sealed.
The one Wraith Assassin butchered his enemies like animals to the slaughter and did so in an extremely precise, unmerciful manner. The Wraith Warriors slashed their opponents without any problems, and only a few Paladins decided to fight them, which was doomed to failure. The Wraith Sorcerers cast their spell at their enemies, and in the first place their targets were the remaining hostile mages, who very quickly said goodbye to their lives. As for the Wraith Queen, she massacred the enemies she encountered without the slightest pity and beat them with her mighty mace to the pulp, sometimes even literally. Additionally, she sent fireballs at a group of enemies that burned them all to ashes. A few moments later, a pile of mutilated and often disemboweled bodies remained from the once magnificent troop of proud paladins. Meanwhile, the nine Wraiths merely knelt before their new master in a display of total loyalty.
"Excellent job, you guys did a great job, so have you, Amy." Abaddon said, which brought them joy, Half-Shadow smiled at the praise. After these words, Archduke of Fallens turned to the Wraith Queen and decided to conduct a little test that came out of his sheer curiosity. "What was your name before the transformation?"
"Laira, my lord." The Wraith Queen replied, in a display of utter humility and obedience.
"Where are you from, Laira and what is your story?" Abaddon used her old name, which was an unspoken command for keeping it.
"I was born in the capital of Slane Theocracy, Neu Avignon, to the family of a poor shoemaker, Pius. I grew up in the lowest circle of the capital, but it was not a poor life due to the high standard of living in theocracy, especially in the capital, which made it possible for even the poorer part of the society to live peacefully. I was an amazingly beautiful teenager, so my father wanted to improve our social status by marrying the quite handsome son of a fairly wealthy merchant. However, I had no intention of getting married and decided to join the army where men and women have the same career opportunities where everyone is down equation before training is complete. I finished my combat training as one of the best, and right away, I was assigned to one of the best troops in the theocracy's army, and in recent years I have been to many places. I fought demi-humans to the west, Orcs to the northwest, and Elves to the southwest. Until now that I have been called to eternal service to you, we Lord. " Leira told me everything, and her tone of voice was specific, deep and almost metallic, but at the same time high.
However, aside from the fact of the voice, Abaddon was quite pleased to hear the story, as he had had a similar experience of getting married himself. Uncle planned to marry me to the daughter and heirs of a large corporation, which, when combined with his WesCorp, would bring us incredible power. Although I had it in mind, I decided to make my uncle out of spite and show him that there are certain limits that I will not allow myself to cross. I introduced myself to the said teenager as a player who has a problem with gaming addiction and who has no other interest outside of games. The plan worked, and my uncle probably never forgave me for it, but that old gingerbread doesn't matter at the moment.
After a brief dive into his own memories of his time as Alan Wesker, Abaddon returned to the reality that now surrounds him literally everywhere. After a moment he looked menacingly at his new servants, then decided to make sure of their loyalty.
"[Fear Aura V]" He used one of his racial spells that could cause fear to literally all beings, even some undead, who possessed any form of higher intelligence. "Will you serve me until the end you weigh the days?"
"We were created by your loyal servant, it is only natural that we will now serve you too." Laira replied, and it was clear that she was speaking for herself at that moment not only for herself, but for all nine.
At that point, Abaddon realized that the aura did not affect these creatures, but only had a minimal effect on Amy. With that in mind, Fallen Angel decided to turn off Fear Aura and let the servant continue.
"I declare on my behalf and that of my comrades that we will obey you, Archduke of Fallens Abaddon, until the day we die or fall to nothingness." Laira stated, and the other eight made what might have been considered nodding affirmative. It was more than acceptable.
Well, in that case, I should rather give these nine some cool names, but I can't make up my mind. A name that will respect your enemies. Lord of Fallens thought for a few seconds before deciding on something that would be quite original and could easily become a proud name. That said, Abaddon decided to get to the point and announce their new name to the new servant.
"Excellent, my faithful servants, you can arise." The moment he said this, all nine rose as one. "As long as you serve me, you can count on gaining power, prestige and more. You will be known as the Lords of Orcs from now on, as I plan to incorporate these beings into my domain in the near future, and you will ensure the success of this operation and manage them on my behalf. From that day on, you are also brothers, for you were created one after the other and Laira is your lord and will answer directly to me. "
"Thank you, my lord." All eight replied, to Abaddon's enormous surprise, as he expected that only Laira would speak once again. It didn't matter at this point, however.
"Amy." Archduke of Fallens turned to his companion, then gave her orders. "We're going back to the ruins of Anor Tirith, bring your bodies and weapons if possible. Then, let the ten of you meet me in the main courtyard, I will also summon the rest to tell them the good news. "
"I understand, my Lord. Should I send someone who should escort you back to our temporary base? "
"No, Amy, I'll be back on my own." Abaddon declared, then soared high into the air, into the clouds.
During this pseudo-fight with the enemy, no one paid the slightest attention that the sun had long hidden below the horizon and night had fallen. Although for ordinary beings it would be a sign that it is time to hide in their homes, from the darkness of the night, to rest and regain strength before the next day. But for someone like Abaddon, who came from a world utterly devastated by human thoughtlessness, where the poor and devastated by the privileged class literally died in the streets, it was something wonderful.
Really, I never thought that I would have the opportunity to see something so beautiful and pure, unspoiled by human activity or any other beings. If everything I've seen so far is correct, then this world is in the Quasi era of medieval fantasy, which only adds a lot more sparkle to this extremely precious gem. Then his happy expression took on a much darker shade and his eyes flashed with menacing negative energy. I will make sure this world is not destroyed by human greed. I will not allow such parasites as de facto aristocrats in my world to destroy the world for their own benefit. Sometimes I even wondered how such idiots could think so short-sighted, or how a god would let that happen. The answer is straightforward, human stupidity is infinite, and no god exists, or else he would have set limits to human stupidity. In the present situation, I do not intend to be malicious, but I will admit to the theocracy's elite that they are far superior to the corporate human deaths I had to live among, and among which I counted myself. Regardless, however, I've always wanted to build my own kingdom, which I could call my own, and now I have more than enough tools to do it. It doesn't matter if these lands will belong to me forever! No matter if they are incinerated or desecrated, they will belong to me and my children! And I rebel against all gods!
After these sinister thoughts, he raced towards the ruins of the castle, where scaffolding slowly began to appear, at least at some points. Certain lesser demons and Fallen Angels were summoned to work on the construction. Meanwhile, the more powerful, from the 50th level up, were to guard the ruins. It should also be mentioned that a bit more intelligent than the rest, the Doom Guards have been appointed by Azazel as lieutenants and overseers.
Abaddon had been watching the work for a while at this point in time for quite a number of Demons and Fallen Angels working together. The irony was very easy to see, especially since Alan Wesker was interested in the Bible in his old life and the names and functions of biblical monsters or demons. Ultimately, the Fallen Angels are simply Angels who have chosen to rise against a god and have been defeated and knocked down into a deviation. Meanwhile, the Demons were supposed to enforce divine sentences and punishments. Regardless, these are my subjects at this point, but they are far too powerful, and too much power would attract everyone's attention. If a coalition of the whole world rallied against me, I wouldn't stand a chance and would be annihilated very quickly. I have to fight with the help of low-level minions, the power of which, however, will be adequate to the opponents. A smirk spread across his annoyed face as he thought about it. Actually, it should be pretty fun. For what is the pleasure of defeating an opponent who is unable to even defend himself against your minions? With these thoughts, Abaddon landed at the ruined fountain, which is still in its condition. However, seeing this lack of use for this place, which was basically deserted and no one passed through, Lord of Fallens decided to use a spell he had been thinking of using for some time.
"[Create Fortress]!" He used a high tier spell, which resulted in the appearance of a magic circle, from which then emerged not so much a fortress, but rather a large and at the same time massive tower, which looked all too much like Orthanc, the difference was the demonic decorations on the top.
After a moment, Abaddon walked forward and stepped inside. The interior was exactly what he expected, elegant and versatile. Long and seemingly endless stairs led up. Fallen Angel wasted no time and flew to the top as quickly as possible, because at that moment he did not want to savor something as primitive as the feeling of power. He quickly entered the largest room in this de facto belief, and decided to sit on the bed while having a clear view of the ruins below. Though as a representative of Angels, Abaddon no longer needed to sleep, he did not mind relishing something he did not even know as a Human. Even at the top of society, Alan Wesker did not have access to such luxuries and never used them himself, because he led a rather modest and Spartan lifestyle, despite his position and great wealth.
While the moment of relaxation was undoubtedly something very pleasant, it did not last long, all because Fallen Angel remembered the fact that he was yet to meet with his subordinates. So he decided to test the Message spell, which had the desired effect, and soon Samael, Salome, Leviathan, Azazel, Amy, Asmodeus, Laira and the other eight Lords of Orcs came to this room.
"Father ..." Samael began, kneeling down in front of his maker as well as the rest. "... forgive me for my audacity, but why were these lesser beings brought here. None of them even have a fiftieth level."
While some of the others agreed, Abaddon's firm gaze effectively silenced anyone who expressed their doubts.
"Because they are my new servants who will be of utmost importance in my forthcoming plan." Abaddon replied, and then it all began.
Archduke of Fallens immediately began with their performance, and the Lords of Orcs made their loyalty promise. Then Abaddon got to the bottom line, which is to make his plans for this land.
"My loyal servants and beloved children. As you have worked extremely hard to carry out my orders, I have chosen to create visions of the future of these lands on which we now have the pleasure to tread." Abaddon started with charisma, and his words and their content interested everyone in the crowd. "Although I do not have a full view of the situation yet, we already know that this land is in the possession of Humans. A species above all greedy, treacherous and hungry for power. A species that will bring to this wonderful world only destruction and suffering for all the rest. life forms. The fact that Humans of Slane Theocracy is claiming world domination and the right to exterminate all other species is the best proof of this. Therefore, I tell you that I have a plan to conquer these lands and build a great Kingdom. "
His words interested his servants.
At this point, Abaddon turned to Lair. "Do you know the exact location of the Orc tribes, or the tribe?"
"Yes, my Lord." Replied the Wraith Queen. "The largest concentrations of the four tribes are located in the northwest of the theocracy, in the mountain region. But at this point, we are miles away from these lands."
"I see." Abaddon nodded, then his face fell on the other servants and his two children. "I will personally leave the Lords to enslave this species." His statement shocked the faces of the rest of the people here. "I have other tasks for you. Samael, Asmodeus and Azazel, your task will be to rebuild the ruins and fill its walls with powerful demons that will be able to repel the attack. I also ask you that the citadel that will be erected here be built like this fortress. Leviathan, you are tasked with summoning a small army of low-level Fallen Angels. Preferably Fallen Warriors and fewer Fallen Observers. Then you will launch attacks on all Human settlements or fortifications in this part of the world. I want these lands to be deprived of Humans presence. before I return from my mission. You can capture several hundred individuals, as I think I have a suitable use for them. Amy, you will continue to build your spy network and get more information on this New World. Any progress reports are to be reported to me personally. and through Message spell. Salome, you are to oversee and oversee the transformation of this place into a citadel worthy of our presence. atkowo… "For a moment he wondered what exactly he should say at that moment, and after a while he decided. "Put an armchair, a desk and two more armchairs in the corridor, a few meters in front of the door leading to it, so that I can read and receive new reports from there. But it's supposed to be aesthetically pleasing to the rest of the place. I would also not despise a large table with a map of this continent, or at least the nearest lands, or a reduced map for my own use. "
Abaddon briefly wondered if that was all he wanted to say, until he concluded he was. "If you have no questions then you can leave."
"Only one, Father." Samael announced almost immediately. "When are you going to start this journey?"
"In two days, or so I think." Abaddon replied. "In fact, he would like to go on this journey as soon as possible. Unless, of course, there are any additional problems or topics that require my attention. "
"Then you won't mind if I allow myself to prepare a proper coach and retinue for you?"
In fact, why not. He thought, and thus decided his position on the matter. "Just don't overdo it with the quantity. Ideally, twenty Fallen Angels and forty cavalrymen, of any type and race. In addition, I would be grateful if you could find suitable mounts for my comrades. "
"I have a question too, Father." This time it was Salome. "Is it really necessary for me to stay here and oversee everything while you travel through the unknown? You should take me because Samael is more than capable of overseeing all this work. "
"I have full confidence in you, therefore I entrust you with the supervision of the works while I am away." Abaddon replied, then gave his children a sincere smile. "I have full confidence in you and your abilities, and full faith in my own."
Then he sent everyone a proud look. "Now, let this be the first day in the history of Eiwegkeet Kingdom and this place will become the new capital, called Etadel. With me as King of Kings. "