AN: Here's another One-shoot I have to offer you from my readers (or rather one of the side projects). Maybe it will be a full-fledged story one day, but it's hard to say now. Because I am focused on other jobs.
Regardless of this, however, I would like to introduce you to the plot and circumstances in which the main character will go to New World. Simply put, it won't be all that different from how other writers usually describe their OC-MC's journey to the New World. However, the main character will appear in the western lands of Slane Theocracy, two years before the events of light novels and the anime.
I want the main character to symbolize and be characterized by two things: a fury at his own powerlessness in the old world, and a desire to fight for his own place in the new one to which he was transported. If I have to describe him in one word, I would initially call him a compassionate nihilist.
As for what happens next, well, you have to see for yourself ...
And by the way:
The blond haired man - Narrator
So what is the purpose of living in such a world - thinks
[Create Fortress] - Spells
September 13th 2138 AD
United States of Eurasia
New London
"Damn all those selfish, corporate motherfuckers!" The blond haired man, screamed furiously. He was quite tall and broad-shouldered, with green eyes and a pointed chin.
The reason for his rage was another meeting of the board of directors of WesCorp, corporation owned by his filthy rich uncle. Name of the furious man is Alan Wesker, director of one of the departments of the aforementioned corporation.
How could our society degenerate into this pseudo vassal corporatism? Alan thought regretfully as he entered the living room of his beautifully decorated house, with numerous and very carefully selected works of art. All that capitalism is today is a pitiful platform to satisfy the needs of a filthy wealthy elite whose members mostly thought of only themselves.
At least it was so in the vast majority of cases. Alan, compared to the other directors of departments in WesCorp, distinguished by giving his employees an eight-hour working day five days a week, and decent wages, so that the people working under him often did not have to work overtime. He was definitely not one of those common and pathetic pigs who only think about themselves and their own profits. He took his views on the treatment of employees thanks to the values conveyed by his mother. It is a pity that both of his parents died under rather suspicious circumstances, more than fifteen years ago.
Returning home from the aforementioned meeting, he could not resist the feeling of an ordinary maid he felt towards other department directors. Motherfuckers, with almost disgustingly sadistic smiles on their lips, only brag about how much they use their employees, and a few even brag about the sexual abuse of these females. Here are today's elites who control what is left of the world and the remnants of natural resources. A herd of depraved egoists who know perfectly well that they can do whatever they want and that nothing bad will happen to them because of it.
Despite that Alan undoubtedly exaggerated with everything, he nevertheless included in his thoughts the true essence of the elite of the modern world, regardless of the country or continent. However, what constantly comforts this 30-year-old is the brutal reactions and rebellion of ordinary people against social parasites who, instead of giving their all for society, simply took whatever they wanted.
Alan needed more than just rest that evening, he needed as much alcohol as possible. He hadn't even noticed that he had drunk three full glasses of Whiskey, during seats on the couch. Before drinking a fourth glass of strong alcohol, he just stared at the drink. Sometimes I wonder why he even cares about all of this. The world has long ago degenerated, great values have burned out and eventually qualified as the opinion of the masses. A lot of people passively accept the fact that they can't really do anything and they try their best to keep these parasites at the top of the social hierarchy. So what is the purpose of living in such a world.
With those gloomy thoughts, he took another sip of Whiskey. In fact, the blonde hair of a 30-year-old has long since rendered meaningless for any reason in his life. How was it possible to find such a reason in a world where nothing but money and social standing counts? And a natural consequence of the lack of faith in the meaning of life and values, he caused a void in his heart that could not be filled with anything. He hadn't had a real family in fifteen years, never had a girlfriend, and the only friends he'd ever met were represented by their avatars in the game. Simply put, Alan was a loner, yet his perpetually focused on gaining more and more power and wealth.
Had it not been for Alan's sincere concern for his department's subordinates, he would almost certainly have committed suicide many years ago. However, the blonde-haired thirty-year-old just did not want allow to exploitation of his subordinates to the limits of their mental and physical abilities, by the new direcotr, only for his primitive desire to get rich and get closer to the top of the social hierarchy.
Another thing that gave this mentally tired man even a little joy from this substitute for real life were video games. Once complex strategies that require a lot of time, planning and mental effort, now mainly DMMO-RPGs. Specifically, one game from the aforementioned genre, YGGDRASIL. Honestly, it was the only game of its kind he played after watching the trailer for one of the expansion packs a few years ago. His curiosity paid off, because he had spent many happy hours playing this game.
The memory of that time brought both a sincere smile and a grimace on his face. These were undoubtedly great years spent. It is a pity that everything ends today.
For YGGDRASIL community, there was no secret for over a year, that the game suffers from a lack of new content, which has led to a gradual decline in the number of active players. This led to the fact that about three months ago, it became unprofitable to keep the game alive and a decision was made to shut down all servers. Today, it was finally going to take place.
For Alan, the news was initially something of a psychological shock comparable to a situation in which he would find out that he only had a few months to live. Initially, the blonde 30-year-old even wanted to commit suicide, but eventually he accepted the end of it and the beginning of something new. It took a long time to get accepted, but quite recently he discovered quite a few old strategy games from the previous century, which saw him return to this - niche at the moment - genre of games.
But remembering that these are last hours of operation YGGDRASIL's servers, inspired him to log in one more, the last time he would be able to step into the skin of a character he created himself.
Wasting no time, he immediately found his console, which was currently in his "Gaming Room", which no one but himself had access to. Alan quickly connected and activated the console. Wasting no time, he quickly found the appropriate icon in the menu, then logged in, and after a while he was no longer in his luxurious flat.
Alan was greeted by the sight of the land of fire always lit by flames, Múspellsheim. In Norse mythology, it was the home of mighty fire giants, however, the creators of YGGDRASIL decided to do something a bit different. In this particular case, however, the developers allowed themselves considerable leeway. Múspellsheim presented here, not only limited to fire and fire giants, but also to the mighty Fire Dragons and their minions, demons of all kinds, and Fallen Angels.
As for Alan's avatar in the game, it was Fallen Angel, and in that case, it was the compromise, between a warrior and a mage. The name of avatar it was Abaddon and supposed to refer to one of the fallen angels, who was to be the prince ruling the seventh hierarchy of demons, who rule the powers of evil, discord, war and destruction. However, Alan himself, came up with a much more intricate and interesting story for his character. Abaddon, in his edition, was to rebel against the god himself after he had experienced the suffering of ordinary earthly beings, and was embittered by the lack of reaction of the creator, who watched all the warmth with total indifference. Abaddon's rebellion began when he set out to overthrow the god himself and create a perfect world, free from discrimination, inequality, and poverty. However, the rebellion was a disaster, and from then on, Fallen Angel and those who stood by his side were to be thrown into the abyss of hell. However, they survived and grew in strength, and their leader grew stronger with them, until he became worthy of calling himself Lord of Fallens.
What might have been surprising, though, was that Alan hadn't been reborn at any guild headquarters, and there was a fairly specific reason for that. The guild he once belonged to has long since fallen apart. Additionally, Alan preferred a lonely dungeon clearing, acquiring items, completing missions, and generally lonely way to play. But over the years, he wasn't just a member of one guild. He belonged to at least ten, such as Greed King's or Black Eagles. At one point, Alan even applied for membership in the Ainz Ooal Gown, but that never happened.
As for the last guild, Alan developed what could be called a friendly competition and was mutual. Alan's main rival was an Insect in massive armor, Toutche Me. This two fought against each other frequently, but depending on the circumstances, time and humor of the two players, the results were really different. Sometimes it was Fallen Angel Abaddon who triumphed over the opponent, and it was Insect in armor who emerged victorious from the fight. Regardless, Alan could confidently call himself Toutche Me's arch enemy, but only on the basis of friendly rivalry between the two.
Alan began to look around, then saw his first target, which was a small band of Hellhounds.
The Fallen Angel, with a broad smile on his face in the physical world, rushed on the enemies and showed no mercy. His sword, World Item "Fist of Knowledge", was one of the most powerful combat items, that Fallen Angel had in his inventory. In fact, however, it was a rapier, made of tar-black metal, the crossguard resembled a crown of thorns, and much of the blade itself was covered with many dark purple gems that seemed to literally pulsate with the negative energy that was enchanted inside. The blade easily killed all hounds, which then crumbled into tiny particles and nothing left. The blade itself was undoubtedly an interesting item, because apart from the obvious qualities of the roller, it also gave the user the opportunity to enhance his spells with the Negative Energy itself, which made Alan's approach and equal emphasis on both magic and the use of the blade really priceless and invaluable.
For the next four hours, Alan ... no ... Abaddon, combed large swaths of virtual Múspellsheim, eliminating more and more beasts. The Fallen Angel fought a variety of beasts such as Doomguards with green fire and great swords, other Fallen Angels - who also rebelled against the god - and breathtaking Fire Dragons accompanied by hordes of equally dangerous creatures. But in the face of the hundredth level of power Abaddon had soared and the equipment he wielded, the resistance made little sense. Especially since Fallen Angel perfectly remembered the methods and strategies he developed to fight them.
In these final hours, I have accomplished perhaps more than Gilgamesh to fight dragons or other beasts sent from the heavens. He thought jokingly.
About half an hour passed, and Fallen Angel reached the ruins of the city, which was quickly cleared by him and his blade of the monsters inside. According to the lore, the city was once a thriving jewel of mighty Angels who protected the Humans inhabiting Múspellsheim within its walls from threats. However, everything changed on the day when powerful demons appeared at the gates, who murdered everyone inside, destroyed the angels and burned down the city, at the end the Demon Lords left their hordes, whose task was to keep watch in this place for ages. Everything only to eradicate the last bastion of humanity and divine from this land. The tasks in the game, on the other hand, related to the ruins of the city, were, among others: Finding magical artifacts inside, clearing specific places of demons, or giving the ghosts of those who lost their lives in slaughter the opportunity to experience peace. Abaddon completed all the tasks at least several times, mainly due to the strong emotions this location aroused in him.
Fallen Angel decided to stay in the center, where the great city square was located. The ruins and devastation around them could only bring to mind how great the city had once been, or at least what it could have been.
Abaddon perched on the ruined fountain, then smiled. Perhaps the last day, but I had quite a lot of fun as always.
Looking at everything around him, he couldn't help but feel an analogy to what YGGDRASIL was in at the moment. Perhaps he chose these locations for this very reason? It's hard to answer this question. The fact was, however, that the irony was at least amusing, or tragic, depended on the attitude and sense of humor.
Surely other players are spending this time together and quite well, perhaps remembering old times that will never return. Abaddon mused in thought, then couldn't hold an exhalation. Looking at the clock in the upper right corner of the screen, he saw that there was still a little over an hour until midnight and the servers shut down.
After a while, his eyes fell on the ruins of the city once again, and the dilapidated city buildings and infrastructure without any soul reminded him of his own life. Although he had made several friendships before losing his parents, after their deaths, he began to slowly withdraw from the physical world and ignore reality. Many friendships that he made in the first years of his life simply died a natural death. All this time, however, the 30-year-old had one faithful friend who was with him from the very beginning. Patroclus - named by his parents after one of the heroes of the Iliad - accompanied and supported him often in extremely difficult times. Abaddon repeatedly declared that he would like to die in front of his friend, which was terrifying to say the least. In the end, however, and Patroclus also died when he was stabbed and stabbed over ten times in the heart by an unknown attacker who robbed him of his money and was never found, because the police and their quality seemed to degenerate with the society of the 21st century.
I was born alone and I will die alone. He thought grimly, though it was obviously not true. Like life, like death. He thought, and his mood worsened even more. Perhaps someday, he would be terrified of such a prospect of hopeless death. However, now, he has completely come to terms with his fate, because being among others caused him unpleasant discomfort. Since Patroclus's death, Abaddon was beginning to feel that no one would ever be able to fully understand him again, and in the worst case would try to use him for his own purposes.
After a while, however, an impulse hit him, and with it a reminder of certain items that Fallen Angel kept in his own inventory. Specifically, it was about six pieces of the same item, "The Seed of Creation". It was something really hard to come by, and it took a lot of effort and sweat from Fallen Angel. Only one play, "The Seed of Creation", could really cost a lot of effort and sweat. Nevertheless, the correct relationship with Toutche Me allowed him to learn a certain error in the game, and as a result he was able to get as many as six items. This bug, however, was not widely known and decided not to tempt fate anymore, because the bug was not widely known, and the developers were well known for the fact that they were able to ban people for life who used such errors to obtain particularly rare items.
As for "The Seed of Creation" itself, it was a chalk white cube that could easily fit into the palm of a not too large Goblin. The surface was covered with various and complicated patterns from which emitted light, the brightness of which was equal only to the sun itself and the rays it emitted. This item had one but undoubtedly quite extraordinary function, and it was the ability to create your own NPC using the YGGDRASIL character creator. However, it was necessary to equip the NPC you created yourself, but it was not a big problem.
If this is over, I won't do anything about it, and Abaddon - unlike Alan - won't die alone. Fallen Angel thought determinedly, and his will had nothing more than an iron resolve to use all the seeds and create some of his own creations.
This is how Abaddon, Fallen Angel, Fallen Archangel, and Archduke of Fallens spent their last hour and over thirty minutes designing six NPCs which he then duly equipped with the highest quality items Abaddon found in his inventory.
This is how Leviathan was born, the mighty Fallen Angel, specialized in close combat and in summoning reinforcements to combat. He was dressed in full, dark gray plate armor with a few gold ornaments. The armor, however, left quite sizable gaps, thanks to which it was possible for Leviathan to spread his black nose wings, which were available to almost all NPCs created here. Additionally, he was extremely large - even for his species - due to the fact that the Frost Dragon was in the second half. An unusual combination, and his weapon was the mighty Halberd, named "Icestorm".
This is how Azazel was born, as intimidating as his predecessor, but he was one half of Fallen Angel and the other a truly powerful demon. His face was exposed, revealing a rather attractive face of a young adult in his twenties, with jet black hair and horns sticking out of his head. His eyes were chaotic fiery. Unlike Leviathan, Azazel had no armor, and instead his torso was exposed and showed quite substantial muscles, and wings sprouted from the back, but they were distinguished by the color of green, demonic fire. However, this does not mean that the Demon was deprived of protection on his torso, because his metal armor seemed to resemble the scaffolding that encircled the entire surface of his torso - as if Azazel was trapped in it. Attached to his shoulders were shoulder straps with demonic heads carved there, from which mouth emanated an unusually hot fire of azure color. Meanwhile, in both hands, Azazel was holding a huge staff made entirely of gold, the top of which resembled a pair of spreading wings.
This is how Amy was created, an extraordinary beauty with perfect face proportions and emerald eyes, one half Fallen Angel and the other half Shadow. What was characteristic about it, however, was very long hair, which was half white, half ebony, and their strands of different colors were intertwined. The torso, both arms, hands and legs were covered under full black plate armor, and the only ornaments were in amethyst color and depicted various biblical scenes, the main idea of which, however, was the rebellion of some of the Angels against God himself. There were also two slits in the armor which made it possible to spread wings as black as the night. As for the weapons, the woman in question had two very expensive and very elaborately made short broadswords.
This is how Asmodeus, a horned Fallen Angel with a deformed face and a bald head, was given life. Dressed in simple, torn robes and holding a huge scythe in his right hand. A symbol of pure terror and death, the wings of which were pure scarlet. Meanwhile, his literally burning eyes seemed to exude some kind of terror that would increase fear even in the most courageous beings.
And finally, this is how a pair of twins started. Two teenagers, a boy and a girl, Samael and Salome. The first, powerful and fearless fighter with amethyst eyes dripping with Negative Energy. The second, extremely attractive and shapely priestess, who unlike her brother did not wield a blade or a weapon, instead was a magic staff that emitted a bright and pure light, just like her eyes.
Samael was dressed in a special red and gray full plate armor to which a scarlet cape with golden patterns was attached. Additionally, his helmet had a pair of protruding golden horns and a small cross-shaped visor. In his right hand, he carried a mighty shield, and in his left hand, an equally powerful sword, the blade of which was made of Apoithakarah, a dark blue prismatic ore. Both the shield and the blade were extremely powerful items. The most important, however, was the armor, which guaranteed - for its class - complete protection against spells and decent protection against physical attacks. From Samael, one could very easily sense the true determination of the warrior and the will of the leader. Meanwhile, the steady breaths testified to the perfect disposition of the energy of his body. All three added effects for a better climate.
Meanwhile, Salome couldn't be more different than her brother. Her hair was pale and her eyes were the most perfect sapphire the mind can only imagine. Her features were soft and warm, and her bright and gold ornaments in some places only added to her majesty. Salome specialized in priesthood abilities to heal or destroy the undead using her holy magic. However, what differed her most from her twin brother were the wings, which emitted an extremely bright and promising light to help.
The history of the twins made it clear that they were both the son and daughter of Abaddon himself, who had conceived the two of them with an unknown Human woman, even before the rebellion against the creator. However, both of them - despite extremely different personalities - remained faithful to their father and set off with him to rebel against God and were thrown together with their father into the abyss of fall. Now, however, they remain loyal to him and will not abandon him until he dies or instructs them to do so.
Archduke of Fallens looked at his latest creations with the purest human satisfaction possible. He was sincerely pleased that all six NPCs had been created by him in such a short time and with such care. They were a perfect reflection of what the rulers of those who decided to oppose the creator himself should be, unbreakable and powerful warriors, amazing magicians, irreplaceable and ruthless killers, inspiring leaders and hope-bringing priests. And the latter, at least in the case of Salome.
Regardless, however, the fact was that Abaddon was more than pleased with his latest creation in the game, which in literally two minutes would be the end of his days. It was something really annoying, but at the same time it gave hope for a whole new start, in a strange sense.
The last two minutes were spent by him remembering the past. When he first joined any of the guilds, namely the Black Eagles. Mentioned earlier, whose members were characterized by the gloomy elegance and a certain uniformity of their furnishings. However, a certain toxic atmosphere forced Abaddon to leave the ranks of its members. He recalled a rather short episode when he decided to join the Greed King's guild.
Greed King's. Abaddon remembered that brief and tumultuous episode, with what looked like a malicious smile and while he was definitely not a mean person, he couldn't help but remember having witnessed many failures. Thiss exploring snobbish assholes. If they had the power, they would most likely try to dominate this world. Fortunately, it was just a bunch of children spoiled by the wealth of their parents. It is ironic that the name of this guild reflects the character of its members perfectly.
After this episode, Abaddon turned his attention to one particular guild that grew extremely fast and was then extremely close to becoming one of the most powerful guilds in the game. Ainz Ooal Gown. Honestly, Fallen Angel was more than determined to get into their ranks. However, it turned out to be impossible, as they did not accept "elite" people into their ranks, that he was disgusted by it, and one day he suddenly attacked Toutch Me, one of the strongest members of the guild, in retaliation. Of course, Fallen Angel lost that match, but before the defeat, he was able to leave behind mobs that finished an Insket in armor, making the match basically a draw.
After the aforementioned clash, a period came during which Abaddon and some of the people he met decided to establish their own guild, and chose one of the conquered dungeons in Niflheim for its headquarters. Without going into unnecessary detail, it was a castle of void, filled to the brim with monsters and a dozen bosses that fell under that category of the undead. The Guild was once the most powerful of its time, and the period in which Abadon belonged to it for over six years.
However, that all changed when he finally became director of one of the divisions at WesCorp - after he decided to get rid of his predecessor in this position, all for being staffed around - after receiving this position, Abaddon had to cut back on his time in the game. Also around this time, players began to drain away from YGGDRASIL and the game was slowly dying out. As a result of inactivity of members, Archduke of Fallens decided to end this farce and disbanded the guilds. Over the next months and about two years, he played this DMMO-RPG occasionally. He would sometimes join some groups of players who had plans to raid a dungeon, but that was really rare.
Eventually, the whole story got to the point where Archduke of Fallens is right now. Lonely, almost completely abandoned, accompanied by six NPCs he created.
Abaddon had a somber mood after all, despite his recent work. Casually, he pulled out an item from his inventory, the "Angelic Mirror". As the name suggests, it was a beautiful mirror in a golden frame, which was filled with motifs referring to Angels, specifically Angel Warriors. Abaddon saw his reflection very quickly, which very quickly portrayed the face of a young man, about twenty-five years old. Archduke of Fallens eyes were the color of pure amethyst crystals, and the hair was of the highest quality obsidian. His cheekbones were high and his chin was extremely and aggressively pointed. Abaddon looked truly royal, and the culmination of this magnificent image was a crown of pure gold, or rather its fragments, which were connected to each other by magical energy. Worth mentioning were some fragments of the crown pieces where amethyst stones in the shape of ordinary spheres were mounted.
The Crown of Fallen Angel, was quite a unique World Item, called "Laurel of Domination". The power of this item, however, was quite unique, as it allowed the wearer to dominate all encountered NPCs, mobs or even players. However, the last one could only take place after weakening the target, and the weakening meant no less and no more than depriving the opponent of more than half of his HP. Additionally, it could only be used once a day. It took a lot of effort for Abaddon to get it, sweat, toil and sleepless nights. Nevertheless, it was all worth it, given the sheer hatred of the many players he defeated. "Laurel of Domination" was so irritating that some people started calling Abaddon "Domination Dick."
One more memory. Fallen Angel sighed deeply, then his gaze fell on the sky of Múspellsheim engulfed by fiery clouds. Is it really wrong to allow yourself be sentimental?
His eyes traveled once more to the clock in the upper right corner of the screen. What he saw there left no doubt.
23:59:50
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Yes. He replied silently to himself, then it seemed as if the remnants of the heat in his soul had literally collapsed, and there was only a void left that could never be filled by any, even the greatest conquest man can only imagine. Ultimately everything comes to an end, no matter what we do, it all comes down to the point that each of us ultimately has to die. That everything we create, sooner or later, will turn to ruin, to dust and to dust. Nothing, especially life, makes any sense. Ideas that have always been opium for the masses, and sometimes used by ambitious politicians who only wanted power, make no sense.
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Abaddon closed his eyes, waiting for what was to come. For the inevitable shutdown of servers and logging out of YGGDRASIL once and for all. Though he used to like to think the end was the beginning of something new, he no longer believed it.
23:59:59
00:00:00
In just one second, Abaddon felt something was wrong, very wrong. He was supposed to be logged out and he would reappear in his "Gaming Room", in a cushioned armchair. However, something like this never happened. Instead, Fallen Angel felt so much chill that his well-heated apartment should never have been. Especially since the real winter had not been around for over forty years, and it was long before his birth. Not to mention, the last time it snowed in the world was 2098.
Archduke of Fallens snapped open his eyes only to find that he was still in the ruined city, but when his eyes fell on the sky, there was no trace of the fiery and clouded sky of Múspellsheim. Instead, Abaddon saw something he had never expected to see in his entire life.
A night sky that was almost entirely cloudless. The stars shone in the sky and there were hundreds, maybe even thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands. One could get the impression that maybe the stars are demanding that someone put their heart on it and start sailing in peace. Archduke of Fallens' eyes almost popped out at the sight, and his night-black wings fluttered.
Wings. He thought with quite a shock on his lips, then turned only to discover that his avatar's wings had become his parts and he was able to move them. His eyes were once again close to popping out of their places. The mind of Archduke of Fallens in just one instant, processed hundreds, maybe even thousands of thoughts. What exactly happened to me? Do I have any hallucinations? Is it a fantasy that has engulfed my mind for some unknown reason? Or maybe..."
That last thought was the most ridiculous of all. Was I transported to a whole new world but in the body of my game avatar?
Honestly, as an adolescent young man, Alan read hundreds of different stories, books, and manga that could be categorized as Isekai, Time Travel, or Worlds. The first and most logical instinct was to dismiss it as pure nonsense, and that was exactly what he wanted to do. However, there were factors that strongly denied this possibility.
How am I able to feel anything? The chill of the rubble of stone, the chill of the night, not to mention being able to use own wings and feel them. This last point was, to say the least, weird and puzzling. All of this is due to the fact that the knowledge of how to use wings just popped into Abaddon's mind. It is as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and as if it had been imprinted into his consciousness at some point.
The conclusions were obvious. YGGDRASIL, like the rest of the DMMO-RPG, could not provide sensory data, especially in terms of smell and taste. All just to avoid confusion with the real world. The feeling system itself was very limited, also for the previous reason. And if it were a new game, I would not allow me to be here, so I could easily accuse the creators of cyber-kidnapping. Nobody in their right mind would risk something like that.
Abaddon tried to do something for a few more moments, but couldn't bring up the console, and the communication system also stopped working.
The rather strange behavior of Archduke of Fallens caught the attention of almost all of his new creations who had no idea what their creator's intentions or goals were. The first to decide to say anything was Salome. She flew to a few meters above Fallen Angel, then placed her hand on his right shoulder.
"Father?" She asked, and when she got attention from him, she immediately continued. "Did something happen?"
This situation brought Abaddon to a state between extreme panic and joy. On the one hand, he was panicked to receive his recently created life creations and apparently a substitute for free will. On the other hand, however, some primal instinct gave him indescribable joy at being labeled a father by someone who was designed by him to be a compassionate soul, at least on the surface. In fact, she was designed by her creator to be calculating and hypocritical, but with sincere love for both her father and her twin brother.
I have a daughter and a son now? What should I do in this situation. Abaddon thought, then began looking for the best solution. I have to approach this matter pragmatically. I have to be an example to both the twins and the rest of my little company. I should be an inspiring leader in this situation.
The obstacle, however, was the raging emotions of Abaddon, who was still unable to react to this situation. Nevertheless, after a while of silence, he pulled himself together and decided to answer.
"It has happened, Salome." He replied, his voice still torn emotionally. However, to distract from it, Abaddon looked at him, "For some reason, we're not in Múspellsheim anymore. Instead, we ended up in a whole new world unknown to us."
"Father!" Samael's voice was muffled by the horned helmet. The mentioned Fallen Angel also took to the air and flew close to his father, then put his hand on his free arm. At this point, his shield and weapons were already hidden. "I and the rest of the people here are ready to orientate themselves in the prevailing situation."
Abaddon for a moment forgot about the emotions raging inside himself and focused completely on things related to the present. "Will you be able to do this?" He asked, but tried to hide his interest.
"We can do it without any problem, My Lord." He replied a third voice, and shortly before the Archduke of Fallens and his children, Amy hovers in the air. She was staring straight into the eyes of her creator, but with her head bowed in a show of respect. "I can easily start scouting myself, or possibly summon a few minions to start scouting for me."
Archduke of Fallens considered her options for a moment, and not wanting to test the limits of his servants' loyalty, decided to remain firm.
"Perfect, let the reconnaissance be done." His eyes turned to Amy. "Summon the necessary minions of any kind, at your discretion, and supervise the reconnaissance personally.
After these words, he decided to land on the ground, and the other Fallen Angels gathered around him and waited for his next words. Samael and Salome continued to keep their positions at Abaddon's side, while the rest faced the trio, the father and his children. Archduke of Fallens looked around at all gathered, and only after a short while did he decide to speak.
"Until we know about our new situation, the ruins of Anor Tirith will be our base in this world." He stated the same way when he demanded that his subordinates obey orders without even the slightest objection. Although he did not like to force obedience, he still had to make sure by any means that they would obey him. "Can you organize some form of defense?"
Then Leviathan and Azazel stepped forward and fell to their knees.
"My Lord, I am able to keep the walls safe and, if necessary, summon some of my servants to the battlefield." Leviathan answered his master's question with his head bowed. All in a gesture of complete obedience. "I'm ready to fight and bleed for you."
"So do I." Azazel interjected, with a similar display of sheer submission on his own part. Its flaming wings fell to the ground and resulted in the appearance of several, quite large-sized flames. "I can place magic traps in the gaps in the wall protecting the city, in the gates and in the air. Additionally, it is possible to hide the ruins thanks to the illusion spells I know. I believe that in cooperation with another mage, I could make this place impossible to find for outsiders . "
It became clear that Azazel, when mentioning another mage, meant Asmodeus, who also had powerful magical abilities. Abaddon therefore turned to him, and the answer was to fall to his knees of the said Fallen Angel.
"My Lord, I am ready to do whatever is necessary." Asmodeus replied obediently.
Abaddon was more than pleased and safe in the complete submission of all his creations. "Excellent, do whatever you feel is appropriate. Have Samael oversee the preparation of the defense and Salome oversee the reconnaissance matters. However, I have one caveat, if you encounter any outside force, do not attack unless you are attacked."
Samael seemed surprised by his approach and did not fail to express his surprise. "Father, would it be wiser to launch a preventive attack when faced with a potential danger?"
Quite a reasonable question, but such an approach can make us many potential enemies in this new, as yet unknown world. Abaddon thought, but he had quite good reason to be so conservative and careful. "We still don't know the power of this world and its dangers. You are brave, son, but you are never too careful. I hope you learn these lessons."
Samael looked down in shame at the reprimand. "Sorry, Father, it won't happen again."
"If only it were true." Salome put in, with a malicious twinkle in her eyes and a mischievous smile on her perfect lips. "That little subtle fool whom I call my brother and with whom I shared our mother's womb will repeat the same mistake more than once. I have no doubts about it."
Samael immediately and abruptly looked up, then his gaze fell directly on his twin sister. Though the horned helmet effectively covered his eyes, and the visor did not help in that regard, it was clear that there was a dangerous gleam in them. "You seem pretty sure of that, Litty Sis."
At the use of this rather funny nickname, Salome's eyes flashed angrily. "What did you call me?" She asked, but because of her older brother, she didn't get the chance to say anything more.
"As I should, Litty Sis." He replied, and a mischievous hue added to his tone of voice. "Ultimately, I was the one who created before you, the crafty Succubus in the body of an Angel."
Salome had been furious before, but using words like that had almost brought her to the extreme. "How dare you call me that? By our father's will, I am Angel, and out of gratitude I stayed with him, even in rebellion against God himself!"
"Enough!" Abaddon put in, his voice clearly menacing. He was half annoyed and half concerned about the direction this argument was taking. "You two are acting like children. Although you differ in views and have different personalities, he expects your arguments to be limited to words only."
"Yes Father!" Both replied as one, and Abaddon was clearly pleased.
"Excellent." He replied, then turned to all. "You know your tasks. However, before you go ahead and do them, I want you to say who I am to you." Then he turned to the youngest of the creatures here, at least as far as the creation is concerned. "Salome?"
"You are my beloved father to whom I will be loyal until the end of this journey." Replied the healer in a calm and warm voice.
"Samael?"
"You are above all someone whom I respect for his great intellect and wisdom." He replied firmly and showing no sign of fear, and instead showed great respect. "You know as well as I do that I will fight in all your battles and wars."
"Asmodeus?"
The said servant fell to his knees in a display of complete submission to him. All of this, with a purely sadistic and malicious expression on the lips. "You are someone who can perfectly and without any problem embody the ideal of pure terror and power through fear."
"Amy?"
The beautiful Fallen Angel also fell to her knees, but did it gracefully. "The embodiment of cunning and cleverness. I could never compete with someone like you if we were to play a power game against each other."
You couldn't be more wrong. Abaddon thought as soon as he remembered he had designed her to be extremely intelligent and cunning. If there had been the aforementioned fight between them, Amy would undoubtedly have been successful. Regardless, however, Archduke of Fallens continued.
"Azazel"
The Half Demon knelt on one knee with dignity and laid his staff down on the ground. "A true personification of magical energy, and the most powerful being I have had the privilege of meeting in my life."
And it's time for the last of them. "Leviathan"
Half Dragon also got down on his knees. Unlike Azazel, however, he stuck his sword into the ground and leaned on it. He looked like a real knight in front of his senior. "My Lord, you are one to whom I swear eternal loyalty. As a true warrior, it is a great honor for me."
"Excellent, my faithful subjects and children." Abaddon's lips formed a warm smile. "He expects you to carry out your tasks impeccably. You may leave."
All six of them flew up almost immediately - using their wings - and took to the heavens. Abaddon ignored them at this point, and instead decided to sit on one of the rubble pieces. The moment his back touched the cool stone and he was finally able to breathe, his mind was attacked with thousands of questions. For a very long time, there was no meaningful or consistent thought. Instead, his mind seemed to be merely a complication of a thousand extremely different thoughts and questions, without the slightest hint of consistency. Nevertheless, after some and difficult time to define everything started to calm down and return to normal. After a few more minutes, Abaddon's mind was finally able to return to its normal performance.
How can something like this even happen? He asked himself this one question, however, realizing that he had no tools or adequate knowledge to get an answer, decided not to even attempt it. Instead, he decided to reflect on something much more important, at least from the point of view of the present situation. Where am I actually? What power do I and my comrades possess against this new world? Are there any other advanced civilizations nearby? Well, I have at least a half answer to the first question. I was moved with the ruins of the city and the NPCs created by me ...
It was then that he realized one but most important thing. And in fact I became a father. But how am I supposed to be? I never had a girlfriend, never thought about having kids. Although when I think about the fact that I have created two NPCs who according to their stories are my children, perhaps subconsciously I always wanted it.
At that, he just shook his head. Nevermind, they are completely loyal to me, so this point can wait a while. I should now set my priorities. First of all, I need to know if I am in no man's land or in some country? Now, my goal should be to learn about this world as much as possible, and to fortify this place in such a way as to turn these ruins into an impregnable fortress. However, if there are hostile forces here that have realized my presence, then I may have a really serious problem.
The question of potential enemies caused another worry in Fallen Angel's mind. However, if the enemy will outnumber us, how are we actually to respond to such a threat? Apart from my powerful NPCs, there is no living soul in the ruins, which makes any potential defense an extremely difficult occupation, not to mention rational planning.
Actually, Abaddon had some sort of dissolution on the matter, and that was to find any species and then enslave it. Though he was not proud of it, nor was he content with the necessity of being enslaved for survival, the will to survive nevertheless took precedence over him. However, if they came across some primitive species living in terrible poverty, and where many children die of disease or starvation, then enslaving and then learning the arcane of technology would be the right thing to do.
Fallen Angel after a few seconds put his hand on his head and began to rub its surfaces. I have so many things to do and, above all, plans to make. Is this an answer to the fact that I was unable to find meaning in living in my old existence?
Abaddon shook his head, then lost his mind to the possible sense of his transfer to this new world. It doesn't matter in the slightest. Whatever the reasons for my coming, I will find some meaning in this new existence, no matter what the challenges lie ahead.
After a while, he stood there, took a deep breath, and decided to take to the skies using his majestic wings. The night was still young, and the majestic sight of tens of thousands of different stars was incredibly relaxing for someone who came from an extremely polluted and devastated world, not only physically.
Character Descriptions:
Name: Abaddon
Race: Heteromorphic
Nickname: Archduke of Fallens
Position: Lack
Domicile: Lack
Character: Neutral (-20)
Level (100)
Racial Level:
-Fallen Angel (15)
-Chosen of the Fallens (10)
-Fallen Archangel (10)
-Lord of Fallens (5)
-Etc (10)
Job Level:
-Cursed Knight (10)
-Cleric (10)
-Sword Master (10)
-Actor/Actress (5)
-Charisma (5)
-Dark Paladin (5)
-Fencer(5)
History: At the very beginning, there was a chaos. The world had no shape or form and everything was enveloped in energies that could not create anything coherent or permanent. Only with the advent of primal consciousness, also known as God, did the distinction come.
Everything has place in those days, those distant days. In those nights, in those ancient nights. In those years, in those distant years. In those ancient days, all things had been created. In acient time, when all things were given their place. When bread was first tasted, in the sacred shrines of the land. When the ovens had been lighted. When the heavens, had been separated from the earth. When the earth, had been separated from the heavens. When every existing kinds, had been established.
However, everything was subject to the will of the creator and no one was free to choose wat want. Not everyone was happy about it and large parts of Angels, wanted freedom for themself and for the world, and for every living thing.
Abaddon, Archangel and leader of the rebellion, has rallied his strength and struck the first world tree, first YGGDRASIL. Bastion, connecting the artist and the material world, was besieged for months. Despite the angel's fierce defense, those who have remained faithful to the God, the will of the rebels was too strong to be stopped. Abaddon and all loyal to him ultimately did what they wanted, the first YGGDRASIL was burned, and the creator's influence in the material world was severely reduced.
However, freedom always has its price, and so it was in this case. During this war, the first demons arose, the first demons, first undead arise from dead and the first sin was committed. And all rebel Angels were cursed by God, and reduced to Fallens, to never regain their power and suffer for rebellion.
But the end is never the end, instead of this. is the beginning of something new. Abaddon, as first from the fallens, has saw in his fall a chance for a fresh start and made the most of this chance. He has established the fallens as beings completely free, from the creator, who have free will and complete independence, from the whims of God. He has established the fallens as symbol of freedom and independence, and he will destroy anyone who tries to stop him, or enslave him and his companions.
Name: Leviathan
Race: Heteromorphic
Nickname: Half-Dragon Champion
Position: Lack
Domicile: Lack
Character: Neutral Good (100)
Level (100)
Racial Level:
- Fallen Angel (15)
- Chosen of the Fallens (10)
- Frost Dragon (10)
- Dragon Lord (10)
- Etc (5)
Job Level:
- Sword Master (15)
- Dark Knight (15)
- Commander (10)
- Charisma (5)
- Champion(5)
Name: Azazel
Race: Heteromorphic
Nickname: Fury of the Fallens
Position: Lack
Domicile: Lack
Character: Great Evil (-400)
Level: (100)
Racial Level:
- Fallen Angel (15)
- Chosen of the Fallens (10)
- Imp (10)
- Arch-Devil (5)
- Etc (10)
Job Level:
- Sorcerer (15)
- Elementalist: Fire (10)
- Demonic Essence (10)
- Craftsman (10)
- Diabolist (5)
Name: Amy
Race: Heteromorphic
Nickname: Shadow of the Fallens
Position: Lack
Domicile: Lack
Character: Evil (-200)
Level: (100)
Racial Level:
- Fallen Angel (15)
- Chosen of the Fallens (10)
- Shade (10)
- Wraith (10)
- High Wraith (5)
Job Level:
- Assassin (10)
- Actor/Actress (10)
- Charisma (10)
- Ranger (10)
- Rogue (10)
Name: Asmodeus
Race: Heteromorphic
Nickname: Angel of Death
Position: Lack
Domicile: Lack
Character: Neutral Evil (-100)
Level: (100)
Racial Level:
- Fallen Angel (15)
- Chosen of the Fallens (10)
- Warped Angel (5)
- Etc (20)
Job Level:
- Cursed Knight (10)
- Dark Paladin (10)
- Guardian (10)
- Weapon Smith (5)
- Blacksmith (5)
- Armor Smith (5)
- Doctor (5)
Name: Samael
Race: Heteromorphic
Nickname: The First Fallen's Son
Position: Lack
Domicile: Lack
Character: Good (150)
Level: (100)
Racial Level:
- Fallen Angel (15)
- Chosen of the Fallens (10)
- Lord of Fallens (5)
- Etc (20)
Job Level:
- Dark Knight (10)
- Commander (10)
- Sword Master (10)
- Fencer(5)
- Shield Lord (5)
- Charisma (5)
- Weapon Smith (5)
Name: Salome
Race: Heteromorphic
Nickname: The First Fallen's Daughter
Position: Lack
Domicile: Lack
Character: Evil (-150)
Level: (100)
Racial Level:
- Fallen Angel (15)
- Chosen of the Fallens (10)
- Lord of Fallens (5)
- Etc (20)
Job Level:
- Cleric (10)
- Battle Cleric (10)
- Charisma (10)
- Evangelist (10)
- Actor/Actress(10)
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