AN: AN: Hello, my dear readers, and I invite you to read the next chapter. Before we begin, let me let you know that I am well aware of how bland Abaddon's motive may seem to build his own kingdom and exterminate Humans within it. Nevertheless, consider what if: You are a nihilist who believes that nothing really matters, morality is no exception. At the same time, you are full of contempt for Humans as a whole, because this species has destroyed a once beautiful world and they are destroying themselves in the process. Add to this the once great sensitivity to human warmth, from which nihilism originated, in the face of the immensity of human suffering. With this in mind, I came to the conclusion that it is natural for such an individual to strive after gaining enormous power, losing humanity, remaining emotional ties with humanity and fear of potential punishment, to fight with humanity.
In writing the second chapter, I tried to think realistically and put myself in the position of the OC, call it childish, but in my opinion, this is the only way to write a convincing hero, or in this case an anti-hero. Indeed, Abaddon, although undoubtedly eager to blood and hating Human cind, is in fact still only a child who has not been able to come to terms with the injustices of this world and has come to hate him wholeheartedly, and seeing Humans as the main source of misfortune, it is natural to have a strong will to exterminate them.
If you find it unconvincing, you can always think of it as a grotesque parody to the two main Villains of Middle Earth, Morgoth and Sauron. For an extremely strong impetus for writing the second chapter was the desire to parody the typical 'evil', of the now old Fantasy Universe.
On the other hand, thank you for all your opinions, because they mean that the content in the chapter has reached you, one way or another. Also, allow me to refer to one of you and its opinoin, CritKhagan is his nick, and he call my story "Mediocre". I will not deny it. However, if it is mediocre, than what do you think about fics, that practically rewrite the original story, but with some modifications of their own? I know my work is not outstanding, but at least I try to be original, in some ways.
Also, I will reply to comment of Raven Mordrake: The New World do not needs a break, but instead an Angel who will come down and save mankind. Oppss, I just wrote a little spoiler.
And now, have all of you much fun, It doesn't matter if you consider it average or not.
Etadel
West East Outskirts Of Slane Theocracy
The last two days have passed very quietly, despite quite a lot of work. Though the word work would be totally inadvisable here, all Abaddon did was supervise the work of his servants and "children" in the first place. In fact, it was quite enjoyable days thanks to the interactions and conversations with Samael and Salome. Both were extremely eager to talk to their de facto father.
I think I already understand why people love their children so much. After all, how can you not love two such treasures. Lord of Fallens and recently promoted by himself to the rank of King of Kings, he thought about it with a rather broad smile on his lips. They are loyal and ready to obey any of my orders. It's incredibly uplifting and, to some extent, disturbing. If I had ordered them to commit suicide or risk my life for me, they would have done so without asking. Well, the exception is Samael, at least to some extent.
That said, Abaddon recalled the moment the First Fallen's Son voiced his doubts about the plan to exterminate and exterminate the human species in these lands. This was surprising for Archduke of Fallens, but he very quickly figured out why this had happened. Ultimately, his nature is an honorary fighter and commander who is against such actions. I can't be sure if he will betray me in the future, so I have decided to respect his wishes, at least for now. Instead of killing and kidnapping, Leviathan is to focus on driving Humans out of the nearest villages or fortifications. I also decided to kidnap about a thousand of them for experiments. I am more than willing to test a few spells and confirm a theory.
His natural curiosity, coupled with his lack of empathy for Humans, resulted in such commands. Additionally, Abaddon has issued quite detailed instructions on how this site is to be rebuilt, or in fact completely rebuilt. Involuntarily, Fallen Angel looked at the diagram that had been laid out on his desk. Now the citadel will be divided into two circles, outer and inner. In the outer area, garrison barracks, training arenas, engineering workshops and quarters. In the interior, laboratories, armories, forges, alchemy workshops, kitchens, senior staff quarters, a throne room and a separate ballroom. All while focusing on functionality and majesty.
But departing from that topic, Archduke of Fallens began to think about something else, and it was a question of the continent and the lands that lie close to their present location. With this in mind, Abaddon decided to turn towards a several-meter-long map, which, with the help of magic, could hang without any problems and thus reveal the geopolitical face of this world, along with the geographic one. Slane Theocracy, Re-Estize Kingdom, Baharuth Empire, Roble Holy Kingdom and other less important countries. I have to admit that this continent has quite an interesting collection of countries. Laira provided quite an interesting set of information, and much more. If the data collected by the Shadow Demons are correct, then in the south, in the sands of the desert, there is to be the vast and powerful state of Humans, whose merchants sometimes flock to the theocracy's capital and other cities. Kushan Sultanate. Recent news shows that there is a civil war over the succession there, but that is not my concern at the moment.
After a while, his eyes fell on a piece of the map that featured Slane Theocracy and Holy Kingdom. In both cases, there were quite a few possibilities to for a very simple reason, both Human nations were extremely powerful. However, despite this power, they have almost as powerful opponents. Demi-humans and Orcs. Their problem, however, is the lack of strong leadership to point them out and push them into battle. The orcs will get this target soon. As for demi-humans, I have no use for them at this point. In fact, I feel sorry for them to some extent, all because of their disadvantage. After all, I am going to invade and take over the land of the kingdom in the future, and the help of the demi-humans tribes would be a tremendous help and would significantly reduce the time needed to carry out such an operation. By the way, vassalizing them and allowing the Holy Kingdom to attack would be a good saving of my personal resources.
Lord of Fallens shook his head after a moment, then looked away from the map, then headed for the stairs, which he began to slowly descend. Regardless of my long-term plans or potential plans, however, I still need to stay focused on what's ahead. And my challenge will be to take control of the Orc tribes, which, according to Laira, are powerful enough that several times the theocracy's Paladins have been forced to retreat. After all, I think I know a good enough way to get the most important representatives of the four tribes together in one place.
After a short time, Abaddon found the courtyard fairly quickly, which was undergoing a major refurbishment at this point. Although the Demons and Fallen Angels had not yet begun construction work, they dealt with the rubble and 15% of the ruins that were gradually demolished fairly quickly. I have no doubt that when I return this place will change and be unrecognizable. I have no doubt that it will be much more beautiful than ever before. That said, it's high time to embark on my journey.
Abaddon approached the carriage, where his children, the Lords of Orcs, and a retinue that were more than enough to protect him were already waiting for him. For this purpose, twenty Fallen Paladins, or mobs from YGGDRASIL, were set up with 35th level evry. Fallen Angels' weapon was a rapier that glowed with negative energy. For the rest, the mobs wore dark gray armor, black wings, and pointed helmets, which protected their eyes fairly well. Surprisingly, neither of them had a shield, but instead had a dark hammer that could be used as both a shield and a secondary weapon. Another type of escort were Cavaliers of Múspellsheim. Rising and powerful Fire Demons, whose bodies were essentially humanoid in their shape flames in dark armor and golden open helmets from which their fiery red eyes could be clearly seen. The weapons of these creatures were mighty halberds, and the triangular shields of these creatures were filled with many spikes. Their level was four and zero.
"My loyal servants and children." Abaddon greeted them warmly, a broad smile spread across his youthful and beautiful face. "I am more than glad that your busy schedule has given you the time to say goodbye to me."
"Nonsense, Father." Samael replied almost immediately, kneeling down his head even more.
"Exactly, Father, my brother is right." Salome added, right after her twin. "We will do everything that can bring joy to your heart, as long as it works."
"All of us!" The others also confirmed their loyalty and readiness to do whatever was necessary, and their heads also moved closer to the ground. Even the Lords of Orcs did their best to show their loyalty.
"Rise up, my dear." Abaddon commanded them, with quite a bit of amusement in his eyes, which, however, was barely hidden under the calm expression on his face. "I enjoy your show of loyalty, but such declarations are unnecessary, because I know that you would never betray me and you will always do whatever it takes to fulfill my will. So instead of focusing your efforts on meaningless gestures, show your loyalty by being effective in performing the missions I have assigned. "
Overall, all six were influenced by his words and more than ready to obey all his commands with an success rate of more than 100%. The farewell was fairly short overall, and all the servants of the Archduke of Fallens wished him good luck and a safe return. At this point it became clear who is less and who is more eager for this journey. Azazel and Amy were clearly opposed. Samael and Leviathan were in favor of a larger escort or the removal of one of them. While Asmodeus and Salome respected their master's will.
A few minutes later, Abaddon was in a beautifully crafted and dark carriage that would take him to the ground controlled by the Orcish tribes. The Lord of Fallens waved his servant as all Fallen Angels and Demons passed by the retinue bowed to the carriage.
I feels like some sect guru whom all believers trust at their word. He chuckled under his breath, and it was all so much amusing to him that he himself had never believed in divine beings or any god, and considered all belief in such beings as a manifestation of mental illness or deep delusions. Also, he thought it was just as idiocy to take someone else's word for it, and it is hardly surprising. Regardless, however, the fact was that he felt at least weird about it, to be the central figure in the minds of his lesser servants. It is nothing of all the dictatorships of the 20th century and cult of personality, but this time it is in a fantasy world.
From moment to moment, however, it gradually ceased to bother him. And once the retinue has left the illusion that effectively covered the ruins and presented only an earlier landscape of frozen mountain peaks, Abaddon seems to have fully accepted it. Basically, I've never had any major problems adjusting to the situation I'm in, or maybe at this point it's just my pride as a Fallen Angel? If I remember correctly, the very vestigial lore of YGGDRASIL seemed very vaguely to suggest that it was the Fallen Angels who had defied the will of the gods and refused to serve the mortal races, and instead were thrown into the abyss, stripped of their former splendor, and thus became Fallen Angels. This may also explain why I have such an instinctive aversion to Humans. After all, I have to control it a lot more, although I would still like to go out and kill or corrupt any of the race's representatives, doing so would draw too much attention on me. Especially in the event that I reveal to this New World the full extent of my power, which is incomparably great. I will not even mention the power of my children and servants, although I have instructed them to limit their use of power when confronted with an enemy to an equal or slightly greater level than they will have to face. After all, I cannot predict everything that may happen in the near future.
After a rather long moment of thought, Abaddon decided to look out the window and saw that at that moment his retinue was crossing the forest. In fact, this whole journey was only possible by taking two Shadow Demos as guides to lead the procession by directing them to passable places. While there was nowhere for a drug, the Demons were fairly good at navigating and targeting.
Seeing that he had nothing to worry about at the moment, Abaddon decided to lean back and rest his head on the comfortable seat. While he no longer needed to sleep, or at least didn't feel it anymore, that didn't mean he was unable to go into a state of rest or that he was no longer tired. In spite of everything, and what particularly interested him, was the possibility of falling into the quasi-sleep state, which was the closest to being described as lethargy. The duration varied and was entirely the result of Abaddon himself. Until now, Fallen Angel "slept" for only about an hour, and until now he felt no need to sleep any longer. Now, however, things were different and Archduke of Fallens decided to take a five-hour rest. He did so calmly, knowing that the servants would handle anything.
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At the same time that Abaddon fell into retirement, his loyal servants and lesser mobs did everything in their power to meet the task entrusted to them by the Archduke of Fallens. There were in fact a lot of tasks, and for everyone working on the construction site, there was more than enough. The lightest job so far belonged to the guards, whose only tasks were to patrol, guard and possibly defend this place from invaders. Given the lack of enemies, the guards had only to do guards and patrols. A slightly more difficult task fell to those responsible for the construction, extraction and transport of raw materials to the site. Also not without significance was the work of those responsible for supervision and giving orders. Among all these responsibilities and tasks, one was particularly stressful and demanding. It was in command of the six most powerful Fallen Angels.
Among them, however, Samael was the least stressed. The Son of Archduke of Fallens performed all his duties with the greatest degree of relaxation of all the other highest-ranking beings in Etadel. The main reason for this was the belief that tasks were performed with the highest efficiency.
At the moment, Samael was in one of the rooms of the tower that had been erected by his father's magic. From this vantage point too, he oversaw the efforts and activities of his lesser servants. In fact, he was responsible for summoning the Fallen Angels, which transported from the mines carved in these mountains. This, in turn, made him responsible for transport efficiency. Nevertheless, he selected competent and intelligent enough servants for supervision to have quite a lot of time to himself. This time, on his part, was devoted to fencing exercises with mobs, and sometimes he even practiced fighting with Leviathan, if he was only available. Out of curiosity, he also inquired from him about the progress of the anti-theocracy cases.
Leviathan is doing quite well, but his actions are too cautious. Sometimes he values the life of his subordinates too much and puts it above the efficiency in completing the task. He thought as he allowed himself a moment of break and respite from his duties. Sometimes, however, he regretted that there was no library in this place where he could find the relevant papers on sword fighting or the art of warfare. Although I have been given leadership and fencing skills, I have no idea of waging war or commanding larger military groups. Leviathan has some problems with this too, but the longer we manage our servants, the easier it is to lead and lead them all. It's as if it becomes more and more natural with each passing moment. Regardless of this ...
The ego's thought process was interrupted in an instant with the sound of a door opening. Very quickly it turned out that it was his twin who had entered inside, in all its glory. However, what cast a shadow over her beauty was the weary and obviously tired expression on her face. Salome looked more like a Wraith in this than any living thing.
"My beloved sister." Samael tried to say hello to her, but the sight of obvious signs of overwork effectively discouraged him from any form of smiles or teasing her. "What happened?"
"I have to work and I can't afford to rest, unlike some." She replied fairly weakly, with glassy eyes, but still with a dose of characteristic malice, at least when dealing with siblings.
"Unlike some, I am refreshed and can support myself on my own." Her twin replied as soon as he noticed a tremor in her legs. Then he came over and took with him to his own bed.
It wasn't long before Salome collapsed onto a comfy bed and dragged her brother with her.
Samael was taken aback and groaned down beside his sister. At that moment, he felt a strange but undoubted pleasure to be in this position with his siblings. They could often fight each other, tease each other, or mock each other. Nevertheless, in the end, they always remained loving siblings. After a while, too, First Son hugged his sister and pulled her to him, to his chest.
"Salome, you have to stop working so hard." He tried to advise her as soon as she got close enough to him. At this point, he began gently stroking her soft and pleasant-to-touch hair.
"I can't!" She wanted to scream in response, but it was effectively suppressed by hiding her mouth in a rather confined space.
"Why?" Her brother asked calmly, wanting at all costs to know the reason for her behavior and to help her if it was within the limits of his ability.
"Because I cannot fail our beloved father!" She replied, but again, her loud voice was effectively muffled. Salome was already irritated by this, so she raised her head and looked straight into her brother's eyes. "I already have the feeling that our father is disappointed with something, at least in us. He may make all these compliments and assurances, but in the end he feels that we are not good enough for him! The best proof of this is that he practically never talks to us. except for listening to our reports, proposals and issuing new orders! "
Moments later, Samael noticed something he never expected to see. His sister, a mischievous and mischievous person, began to cry, then fell on the bed once again. Honestly, Samael didn't even have the slightest idea how to properly advise and console his sister. Not to mention the fact that tears began to form in his eyes at that moment. Nevertheless, he also remembered the reactions from a few days ago, when they were transported there. Our father was completely surprised and highly confused by the whole situation. Plus, for the next few hours he thought hard enough. There is only one conclusion in this situation.
Samael picked up his sister and wiped her tears with his own hands. Due to the presence of leather gloves, it was not a major problem. She opened her eyes in response, and looked directly at him, an undoubtedly confused expression on her face, as if she hadn't expected such a gesture from him.
"Salome, our father has no profession with us." He told her with a smile on his lips and a pleasant look in his eyes. Although she did not have to believe the assurances at this point, he had no doubts whatsoever as to the truthfulness of his words. "He's just concerned and works a lot, and so do you. Our father is confused about the whole situation, it has been going on since we were transported to this New World. Honestly, I'm not a bit surprised by his distance to us at the moment. all, and all because of undoubted concern for our fate. "
"You think?" She asked after a while. His words had definitely improved her gloomy mood a moment ago. "Still, I should be back at work in a moment and continue my surveillance. Actually, I only came here because I wanted to ask a few things about the transportation of raw materials. "
"Relax, Little Sis, it's not that important at the moment." Samael decided to induce her to rest by all means available to him. The sight of his little sister in this state was nothing to him at least, and every drop poured out of her eye sockets was comparable to him only as the pain in which the body was burned bit by bit, with remarkable precision. It was clear that Samael would not allow something like this to continue. "Rest here. I think eight hours, ten at the most, should be all you need to recover. During this time, I can take over your duties almost immediately. Basically, my recess time was near by the time you came in. I was finished and I was going to go back to work. "
Despite her brother's offer and sincere concern, Salome was still not convinced. Though she might have been more mean than her twin and far more cunning, she had the same sense of duty to their father's will. However, considering this display of constant fulfillment of duties, it was safe to say that her commitment and sense of duty was definitely greater.
"But my job and responsibilities ..." She tried to argue with her twin brother on this point, but he had no intention of letting her continue to display this quasi masochism.
"They can wait or be done by me, I can assure you." He interrupted her firmly, but she had no intention of giving up so easily.
"No way!" She replied, and her level of determination returned to what it was like before. "I will not let…! Wait, what are you actually doing !? "
A high-pitched scream escaped her lips as soon as Samael pushed her violently and quickly, causing her to fall on her back, and exhaustion preventing her from making any movement. Moments later, Salome was turned over by her brother and began to lie on her stomach. It was, to say the least, disturbing and embarrassing, and her cheeks clearly lit up with an intense blush. If the rest of the servants and their father had seen this, Salome would undoubtedly burn alive with shame.
"What are you doing for our father's love !?" She asked with a squeak and what could best be described as panic mixed with embarrassment. The feeling only deepened when Samael began to unbutton the back clasp of her gold-embellished dress. Feeling this way, Salome tried to protest and get him to stop this pernicious activity that might have been misunderstood if any third party suddenly stepped in and saw it. "You have to stop immediately! We are siblings, that is to say the least weird! Please stop it, this is more than embarrassing! "
All her protests, however, were effectively suppressed the moment the dress slipped from her body, due to the lack of something to hold it in place. The result was the discovery that Salome has absolutely no underwear. The result was also the revealing of her pale and unusually prominent buttocks, the size of which, however, was not absurd. This, too, characterized all the other Abaddon creations, and was the lack of any form of over-sexualization or absurd appearance. Personally, he preferred something much more subtle and simple, because there is often a real genius in simplicity, as his father once told him. Regardless, however, the fact was that Salome fell silent and only shook her head timidly enough to immediately realize what her twin brother was planning. To her great relief, it was nothing dirty, but still not very pleasant.
Leviathan told me a few hours ago that human women or men tend to punish their disobedient or naughty offspring by spanking. If I am not mistaken, the same method should have the same effect at this point. However, its resilience and characteristics may make it impossible to punish it properly. He thought when he planned the most effective way to punish his sister for disobedience. After a short while, he had an idea that should pay off, which was to use some buffing spells. "[Fire Pain IX], [Unbearable Pain VIII], [Negative Fire V]!"
As soon as he finished his magic preparation and uttered the last of the spells, his right hand was ablaze with pure negative energy. Confident that the punishment would be painful for her, Samael proceeded to smack his sister's buttocks. The first blow came down very quickly, and Salome didn't even have time to groan, meanwhile her eyes widened in surprise. At the same time, female Fallen Angel felt more than pleased, but she didn't even have the opportunity to react or say anything, because a moment later more spanking began to fall on her buttocks, and the pain was getting worse. As the pain level increased, so did the level of sheer embarrassment.
"Bad little sis, very bad." Samael spoke superiorly to the punished and incredibly humiliated sister who after a while tried to swing her legs or wings to somehow get out of this embarrassing position, but to no avail. Her brother continued to punish her painfully, and Fallen Angel's buttocks only grew redder and redder, just like her cheeks. "Although you may be my twin, I can easily see that you are still just my little sister. Have you ever thought about what our father would think if he saw himself like this? Have you thought of the enormous level of pain you could cause him? And now I have to make you realize and get you into your young head how important it is to rest. Do not try to resist, because you will only worsen your already hopelessly embarrassing situation. " After a series of more than ten consecutive slaps, he spoke again. "But you don't have to worry, I'm only doing it for you and our father. He cannot see you like this, because it would hurt him. You, in turn, must learn to take care of your own health and rest properly. But we have a lot of time, and I will love to teach my beloved sister all these things. "
This dirty scene, at least for those unfamiliar with the context, continued for another twenty minutes. At one point, Salome's buttocks were so red and she was so reluctant to resist that she decided to surrender to her own brother.
Green Tops
Orc Tribe Lands
Living in the lands of the Orc tribes was not easy, even for the tribes that ruled this part of the world. The mountain peaks in this place were extremely numerous, and inevitably as places largely barren, they could not provide food. The lowlands in this place were sparse, heavily exploited and often constituted a flash point, which quite often led to a war between individual tribes. Meanwhile, most of the centers concentrating the population were located in much more numerous and easily defended highlands. It was also in the highlands or higher places where the core of the Orcs' mines was concentrated, from which they could freely obtain raw materials necessary for forging weapons or other everyday objects.
After all, life in these areas was not an easy matter. Six out of ten newborns did not live to see their fifth spring, not least because of disastrous health care, for the shamans did a great job of giving birth, and because of the continual food shortage of tribal struggles that were 100% all-war at worst. It was also not uncommon to see children being sent into battle, with many losing their lives. There was, however, another category of young Orcs who lost their lives prematurely, those who were born with some kind of birth defect or who were crippled from birth. One of the representatives of the latter group of people was the pale orc, known to his fellow Slaughter Warriors as the Zog.
A pale young man, no more than seventeen springs, he was already a warrior and, unfortunately, also an exile from the tribe. Zog was born under unfortunate circumstances, or to be more precise, he was literally torn from the womb of a dead woman, and in terms of weight he stood out from ordinary Orc newborns. Additionally, his index and middle toes were fused, and his left leg was shorter than the right. Nevertheless, his father had great love for him as the only child and did everything he could to ensure the best possible life for him. The situation was fine after all, until the boy's ninth spring, during which his father was killed in a fight between Slaughter Warriors and the Curse Direwolves Riders. From then on, the young Zog remained alone in the world, but the young man was once again very lucky, because one of the most important shamans of the tribe noticed his raw talent for magic and took the young man as his apprentice. The life of young Zog made sense again and shaped him into a powerful shaman, despite his deformation, which in the culture of the tribe was perceived as a bad omen. In time, the young Orc surpassed his teacher in power. However, all that is good comes to an end, and in this particular case it was no different. After the master's death, Zog no longer had an influential protector who could save him from the fate of the deformed and crippled, execution, or lifelong exile from the tribe. Especially since the great supporter of killing the disabled and the underdeveloped came to power in the tribe, Skoh the Slaughter Champion, a living example of a great and powerful warrior who was also the epitome of the tribe's idea of a perfect warrior. However, he was not an idiot, as he did not plan a war with all tribes, and instead decided to limit himself to fierce defense of his territory and eliminating weak and unworthy units of warriors. He, too, sentenced Zog to exile for life.
It seemed that the young man would begin a new chapter in his life as an aspiring sage, traveler. But life had other plans once again, and it was a group of seventeen warriors who resented Zog for his rather privileged treatment, at least to the other deformed young Orcs. There was a fight between them, during which Zog killed as many as nine attackers and severely wounded two. However, this did not stop the attackers from breaking half his staff and inflicting heavy wounds on the young exile's body.
At present, Zog was lying pitifully in a pool of his own blood, next to the remains of a staff, and with numerous wounds on his rather small and unimpressive body. His bloody robes were torn and full of visible blood stains, and from his amber eyes every flame of life was slowly fading away, giving way to a cold emptiness.
So here is my miserable end. He thought with an unconcealed grimace, but he was not angry with his fate or demanded more. On the contrary, he accepted his fate and what was to come and come soon. Even though I wanted to achieve so much and experience so much, the spirits of the elements refused to do so. However, I cannot complain, because I received much more than others in my situation. I could soar to my possible heights, or rather, get closer to these heights.
Looking far away, at the sun, at this distant and spherical object that illuminated the world and the Orc itself with its light. It was for him as if Spirits wanted to tell him, or rather show him that death was not the end, but only the beginning of the way forward. This light was at the same time something different for him, as if some spirit wanted to convey something to him and give him strength. It was almost like… Hope.
After these words, he also remembered the words of his deceased master, teacher and guide who introduced him to the arcana and secrets of elemental magic. Hope gives us strength, thanks to it we are able to overcome all difficulties and find the motivation to act. Hope is what remains when all else is gone.
Zog smiled as he remembered the words of his master, friend, and almost foster father. You have given me hope for a better future, a better life and a better fate. My only regret is that life had other plans and I was not able to be fully realized. Still, I have no regrets. I got more from my life than I ever expected, or anyone else in my situation could have expected.
For a moment it seemed to him that the sun had even begun to shine more intensely and that Zog had ceased to feel the pain caused by the wounds or the weakness caused by the leakage of blood. It was as if the hardships of this world did not even affect him in the slightest. Perhaps death is really only the beginning in this case, and it will give me a chance for new experiences. Regardless of what I want, however, is to see my father again, the master, my dead friends and finally meet my mother. So many plans and the time basically endless.
At that moment, the last of his strength began to leave his body, and his eyelids began to drop involuntarily until he could no longer see anything except the dark void. Thus, he was no longer able to see the retinue slowly walking towards him. He only heard the sounds of the numerous wings flapping and the clatter of hooves hitting the ground. It didn't matter to him anymore, because he was convinced that it was only a figment of his imagination, which had nothing to do with reality. He was confirmed by the cessation of these noises and the silence that followed. However, he began to doubt when he heard footsteps, the specific nature of which made it clear that someone in armor was heading towards him, most likely a scout or patrol commander.
However, his surprise was great when an unidentified voice reached his ears, or actually it was uttering a spell. "Strengthening of Life Forces V."
Suddenly, Zog had an incredible surge of strength, and the recent exhaustion seemed to have subsided and simply stopped bothering me. Moreover, the young man felt all his limbs and life force much more intensely than he could ever imagine. More, he probably felt better than ever before, and perhaps even better than ever after. He even felt well enough to open his amber eyes, and what he saw made him momentarily question his full mental powers and his own sanity.
For Zog saw an extremely handsome young man, perhaps remarkably close to himself in terms of age. His long hair, well below his shoulders, seemed to be forged from pure and highest quality obsidian. The eyes, purple and sometimes glowing negative energy, judging by the characteristic light colors. His head was additionally decorated with pieces of the crown, which were combined at the same time by magical energy and made it coherent. At the same time, the young man wore armor with numerous sharp tips, which at the same time seemed to be the same color as his hair, and at a height slightly above the chest, something like a collar and a white tie. What completely surprised Zog, however, was the sight of the black wings. It can't be one of those Angels invoked by the theocracy mages. Those creatures have white wings, and none of them look that dark. Besides, none of them ever seemed to be exposed or ever showing the need to use spells. Nevertheless, it is possible that he is still some kind of Angel, but I don't know which one.
The young man walked closer to Zog, and with one hand he grasped him not too tightly by the neck and lifted him up so that at some point they could both look into each other's eyes and they were about the same height. Moreover, Zog could even feel his calm and fully relaxed breathing on his own skin. Though he looked intimidating and had an aura of darkness within him, there was no hint of hostile intent or anything close to it from him.
"Who are you, Orc, and what are you doing in this place, bleeding, in the midst of nothing?" The obsidian-haired young man asked calmly and unhurriedly, but his firm gaze made it clear that he expected an answer as soon as possible.
"I'm Zog, until recently a member of the Slaughter Warriors tribe." He replied almost immediately, trying not to look panicked. He also had no intention of tempting his own happiness, so he chose to be completely honest with an unfamiliar being who, beyond all doubt, was not human. "I was banished from the tribe because of my deformed body and the death of the influential protector who had so far protected me from this possibility."
The mysterious young man nodded and clearly concluded that Zog was not trying to cheat him. At the same time, he seemed to be somewhat disgusted with the answer about the reason for the exile. Even so, he also seemed intrigued by the young Orc itself. It made Zog feel strange, but he had no way of predicting what would happen in a few moments.
"[Identification]." The moment the winged young man said this, his eyes began to study Zog closely, who had some idea of magic and knew it was some form of magical recognition. It has become clear that this strange man is trying to judge his power and perhaps his usefulness.
"Hmpf ... Nothing fancy, at least not compared to me or most of my servants." In fact, your power level is slightly above Fallen Observers. However, by local power standards and compared to that, it is quite impressive. What if… "The mysterious young man pondered and pondered on new topics that were completely incomprehensible to Zog, but it could rather be due to his poor mental condition, after all he had experienced. Nevertheless, he was still curious about the mysterious young man's identity, his plans, and most importantly, his final decision. "It doesn't matter now, and what matters most is your will."
All the thought faded from his expression, and the focus in his eyes made it clear that he was back here and now, in the present tense, focusing on the Orc in front of him. His sharp eyes seemed to analyze the possibility, the way in which the dying exile should be used. Zog had never been in a similar situation twice before, first his master judged his usefulness and power, while the second time Chief Skoh the Champion judged whether he should leave him among the tribe. In two different cases, the verdicts were radically different. The first time, he was accepted as someone of great potential who had the potential to become a powerful shaman. The second time, he was rejected due to the rather rigid approach of the new Chief to the practice of eliminating disabled or deformed individuals in order to maintain the tribe's high standards.
"Slaughter Warriors Zog, what do you want?" He asked in a calm voice that contained quite a lot of patience. It was a clear sign that the young Orc could be completely honest with him and ask him for anything. Before Zog could answer, however, the winged youth asked another question. "Do you want to live? If so, I am able to ensure your survival and postpone the specter of death for many long periods. If not, it will end your suffering in a few moments and you will not experience any more torment, which is inherent in agony and which undoubtedly is you feel. "
Zog didn't answer right away, for his mind must have traveled within, the farthest and deepest recesses of his self and the essence of what he was. I was ready to die after the fourteenth spring of my life, when I fully understood what could happen to me. In fact, throughout my short life, the specter of death hung over me incessantly, and could lead to my end in just an instant. However, fate was always on my side, despite my readiness to accept death, the inevitable was always delayed, seemingly indefinitely. Some even called me luckily born, despite my birth defects which were practically always interpreted as a bad omen. In my case, opinions were extremely divided, especially in the face of my magic talent which allowed me to rise to higher levels than most aspiring shaman. Despite the obvious difficulties, I have always pushed forward, received the blessing of fate, and slowly supported myself to the level at which I am today.
Then his eyes sharpened, he focused entirely on the mysterious person who was still holding him by the throat in a rather light and non-strangling grip that did not even bother him in the slightest. From Zog's perspective, however, it basically looked like an unspoken threat. If I answer that I want nothing but death, he will undoubtedly grant my wish by crushing my neck. It is more than obvious. Nevertheless, I am curious, I am curious what the limits of what it can give me. But what do I want? All my life I wanted to perfect myself in magic, samance and elementalist of fire in order to survive. I suspect there's only one way to find out.
"What can you give me, stranger?" Zog asked in response, with his strong, orcish accent. "What secrets can you reveal to me and to what power can you unlock the way for me?"
While it was fundamentally rude and reckless, especially the latter in the light of the current situation, the winged stranger did not seem to be particularly unhappy about it. On the contrary, a certain light flashed in his eyes that seemed to indicate joy. Though Zog was not yet aware of it, his interlocutor enjoyed not having to use mind-influencing or controlling spells on him. He could already tell that the Orc was basically in his sphere of influence.
"I can give you a lot, my pale friend." The winged youth replied, referring directly to the unique color of his interlocutor's skin. "I can give you power, control, a high position, the power to rule over others on my behalf, or just relief from the hardships of life. The choice is yours, no one else's, and I'm not going to influence your decisions. "
What do I want? Zog began to wonder about his desires, about what he wanted, he did it again. Why do I need power if it is ultimately unused? If what he says is true, then I can use the power offered to me to finally end the fighting between the tribes, perhaps unite them under one scepter. If this plan were to come to fruition, I could undoubtedly end this senseless madness that has consumed the lives of thousands for generations, including my father. Yes, it is undoubtedly a right and worthy goal that should be achieved for the good of my people.
It was then that his gaze intensified and he looked straight into the eyes of his interlocutor with great power, which undoubtedly surprised the winged young man, but caused not even the slightest fear in his heart.
"Stranger, I want power. A great power that will allow me to unite my people and end this bloody madness that has drowned generations in blood, completely unnecessarily. Thousands of representatives of tens of generations were unnecessarily devoted to the struggle for several hundred meters of farmland. " He declared aggressively, with an iron determination in the expression of his amber eyes, which seemed to please the mysterious stranger, whose lips formed into a small but easily noticeable smile. "That is why I want great power, because it will allow me to unite my people and direct them to their proper destiny!"
His scream at the end did not escape even the slightest attention from the young man with black wings. His smile grew even bigger, and his eyes flashed with a light that was pure negative energy and undoubtedly expressing the strong emotions evoked by this bold and sincere declaration with a tone of voice that even the best scammer in the world would not be able to pretend.
"Excellent." The mysterious stranger said calmly, as soon as the flash of negative energy faded from his eyes, though the smile remained and looked at least proud, just like the smile of a parent who is proud of his own child. "You'll get what you want, Zog. You will receive great power from me and the possibility of uniting the Orc tribes. In return, I want your and everyone's loyalty from your cind. What you will receive in the future will be the opportunity to defeat the hated enemy that has pushed you into these hard-to-live conditions. "
"Theocracy?" Zog asked in surprise, unable to believe his ears. The speech was not only about the most hated enemy of the Orc tribes, for the defeat of which they were sometimes inclined to unite in battles and postpone fights for the territory for a while, which resulted in several successful campaigns, carried out quite deep into the ground of Slane Theocracy. All this, however, continued until Pontifex Maximus made the decision to cattle a network of forts along the border with the tribal territories. "Would you be able to give us the power to destroy our eternal enemy?"
"I am young Zog." The secret acquaintance replied, with complete confidence in his tone of voice. "If you just accept my terms, I will make you and the rest of the Orcs a force capable of defeating your ancient enemy, you have my word."
It was enough for Zog, who smiled as if in a moment he was about to win probably the greatest victory in his life, and it's hard to be surprised by such an attitude. In fact, his freedom, the freedom of his people, was nothing compared to the power and opportunities they could get in return. Power, military strength, magic and maybe much more. However, to keep it all at your fingertips, it was enough to just one word.
"I accept your offer, stranger." He stated a smiling orc, his eyes almost flashing, full of joy and the resulting lust to take revenge on the years of destruction Slane Theocracy had inflicted on his people. "Me and my ice after reunification, we will serve you until the end of our days, you have my word that the Orc race will be at your fingertips."
"Excellent." It was all the winged youth said, until he released the Orc from his hands, which then landed softly to the ground. It didn't take long for him to extend his hand to the Zog, leaving only his index finger extended. "[Heal]."
Though the Orc didn't know it, it was a 6th level spell, something that was considered the pinnacle that human and most non heteromorphic beings could achieve. Nevertheless, Zog did not recognize this spell and stared at the pace at the young man for a moment, until he began to clearly feel his wounds and cut fragments of his limbs heal and regenerate. It wasn't even a minute until Zog was fully healed and his blood stopped draining from his body. To his surprise, however, it was not over yet, for the winged young man had no intention of merely curing his new servant.
"[Negative Corruption]." It was another spell he used. Before there was any change, a sphere of small size, evidently pure negative energy, began to form at the tip of his glove, hidden under the black as night glove. Before Zog could say anything, the energy literally hit his chest and seemed to spread to all the organs, limbs, and limbs of the Orc's body. The young man felt no pain, but instead felt a surge of great power that seemed to literally flow through his veins and body to an extent that he could once only dream of, and even that might be considered too bold or impudent.
"This power ... I've never felt more powerful." He stated at one point, when his transformation was basically almost complete, and negative energy seemed to replace his blood and all other fluids inside his body. It became clear that the young man aspiring to become a shaman simply ceased to exist and was reborn as Zog Eternal.
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Abaddon stared at his latest experiment with a smile on his face as his theory turned out to be the most accurate. As soon as he arrived at this New World, he couldn't help but be curious about how spells like Negative Corruption would work, which in YGGDRASIL could successfully streak mobs summoned by the opponent and drag them to their own side and boost their stats. In this particular case, the corruption charged the Orc to negative energy and undoubtedly strengthened him in every way, without having to change his race and turn him into a Fallen Angel. Nevertheless, Abaddon was curious to see how something like this could end, and what Zog would look like after such a transformation. It doesn't matter at this point, and what matters most is that my first step in taking control of the Orc race has now been made. Archduke of Fallens thought about it with quite a lot of enthusiasm, then his eyes rested once more on the young and now fully transformed Orc. Well, I personally imagined the breed differently and was definitely expecting the YGGDRASIL look where the Orcs looked more like humanoid pigs.
The being Abaddon encountered in this world was nothing like the image he had known from the game. Although Zog still had a strong and evidently powerful jaw, he did not look like a pig in the slightest degree. Although he still had fangs in the lower part of his jaw that were all too visible, he was much more human than it might have been at first glance. The difference was that he was shorter than the average person, although in this particular case it might have been more due to an inborn defect.
Regardless of all his flaws, however, I still have a great subordinate with great potential who can easily master even 6th level magic nowadays. It will be the perfect tool to unite the Orcs and fight theocracy, just like the Wraiths. Abaddon mused internally as he pondered the future and potential use for Zog, but after a while he noticed another fact. No matter how great his potential is, he still needs better equipment that could give him an advantage over his foe and allow him to use his full potential, but that is no more of a problem. In fact, this is another good opportunity for an experiment.
Moments later, his hand rested on the shoulder of a pale Orc, whose veins and eyes were literally pulsing with negative energy, and at the same time gave him a rather sinister appearance, especially when there was a rather arrogant and proud smile on his lips.
"[Create Item]." The moment Abaddon used this spell, his mind was filled with the image of dark gray light mithril armor, with dark red robes and hood attached to it. Moments later, just such light armor replaced his shabby and torn clothes, unworthy even of a homeless tramp.
The next thing Archduke of Fallens did was take two items from his inventory. The first was a golden staff with ruby ornaments, a fairly high quality item. The second item was a black sword with a gilded handle. What was not visible to the naked eye, however, was the fact that the blade was cursed and could effectively infect any low-level being and eventually transform into Undead.
Zog immediately understood that these were gifts for him to give him the right opportunity to act and use his full potential. Nevertheless, one thing surprised him.
"My Lord, I am unable to use the blade." He stated confused as he took the staff in his hands, but was absolutely unconvinced about the use of the sword he had been given. "I do not have the slightest experience in using a blade and all my power is focused primarily in the field of magic ..."
He did not have time to fully finish his speech, however, as Abaddon cut him off almost immediately with a confident smile.
"Yet, Zog." Archduke of Fallens stated without expressing the slightest anger or anger at the doubts of his new subordinate. "I am going to have one of my servants train you in more advanced use of magic and fighting with melee weapons. When you learn to combine magic and melee weapons in your fighting style, it will be practically unstoppable."
The orc listened to his explanations, but had serious doubts whether he would actually master something that should be practically impossible due to its deformation. However, to his great surprise, he found that he no longer felt the unevenness of his legs. Looking down, he realized that his shoes were well suited to his body that was far from perfect. It was similar with the clawed and metal gloves, which were adjusted to his fused fingers. It gave him hope, however, that he might be able to master it and become more powerful than he ever could, so he grasped the offered sword firmly by the hilt.
"Be careful, my pale friend, this cursed blade can, after cutting through the skin of an Orc, Human or other humanoid, cause a severe disease that will lead him to transform into an undead." Abaddon warned him, and he heeded the warning and began handling the second gift more carefully.
Excellent, initially I was going to enslave the Orcs with direct and brute force that would effectively reduce any desire on their part to rebel or go against my will, but a much better alternative emerged. He thought, but showed no sign of emotion, which was a great facade for his inner joy. If he shows his fellows how many benefits service for me can bring, undoubtedly many of them will want to serve me of their own free will. The promise to destroy their hated enemy will surely convince all undecided.
Moments later, Abaddon turned to his retinue, who stood still and waited for their master's new orders. The Fallen Paladins held their current position rigidly in the sky around the coach. Cavaliers of Múspellsheim stood with their halberds raised, ready to fend off any potential threat. Meanwhile, all nine Lords of Orcs were constantly on their black mounts, hooves pierced by huge nails and red eyes that gave them a truly ominous aura.
Laira and one Wraith Sorcerer should be more than enough to train him sufficiently to defeat any opponent of this world, who will stand in his way. Abaddon looked at him in an unusually favorable manner, but before he could take that thought further, his new servant snapped him out of his thoughts.
"However, what exactly is your name, my Lord?" He asked.
The Lord of Fallens turned to face him without thinking, and the answer came immediately. "I am Abaddon, King of Kings, Ruler of Eiwegkeet Kingdom and the new ruler of your people."