When Logic Sinks In 1 - or 'From Soulless Nerd, to Mighty Lich God' (Pre-Kuroinu, Kin!SI)

There's much to say about Kuroinu. Most of the shit hurled at it was notably aimed at two casts of characters that are, by all means, scum of the earth. The 'Good Guys' and the 'Bad Guys'.

The first group was shitted upon due to idiocy. Starting with the fact that they tended to put to shame the notion of 'Bikini Armor' with how stupid their designs are when put before ideas like common sense and a tactical perspective. They were also weak-minded and ill-prepared for betrayals as they literally set themselves up to have traitors in their own homes.

The other group was hated for very simple reasons- mercenaries that backstabbed their contractors by allying with the forces of evil they had just defeated to then create a 'Sex Empire'. The mere idea was pure Hentai crap that was put together by a genuine truth about humanity- this world's mankind was the scummiest form possible.

I would say I was exaggerating, I would love to say that I was wrong. But I have to say that I kind of 'understood' what was going on with some of the leaders of the Black Dogs through insertion in one of them.

My name is Kin and I am from Lunaris, and this is the story of how I became a real monster.

My family is… rich. Relatively so. We were distant members of a major family in the capital, Ken, and thus we enjoyed a few properties around the region. We had a good treasury, the people respected us and…

And I was 'unlucky' to have been born with a 'bad' affinity. I wasn't unsure how this should have twisted my new parents' lovely attitude towards me into something so hateful, not when I was still able to learn normal magic as the rest of the noble kids but-

I suppose I am now the Antichrist to them. Necromancy sounds bad, it scares people, it makes them 'aggressive' by just mere speculation.

After all, the nature of Necromancy is the defilement of natural life into something twisted and corrupt. I wholeheartedly agreed to that early on as I tried to put some sense on my parents. It kind of worked with my father- my mother was, however, a different individual entirely.

I was so confident I had made my first victory, but I had completely mistook my mother's true self. One thing I would learn much later in my first five months in that household at the ripe age of 10, was that mother was aware of my father's cheating habit, she was stressed about it and wanted to punish him so badly despite being of lower standing than he was.

Did I also mention I have my father's face and eyes?

So, imagine the situation. While I was sleeping in my own room, I was suddenly tied up and carried away by a few masked servants. A man and a woman, their frames too 'average' for me to then identify the ensuing days but… that wasn't what really concerned me back then.

It was my own mother, known to many as Karin the Kind, donning something of a medieval Dominatrix outfit and having a whip with her. I was undressed, left nude but with a collar around my neck and… the whipping started.

The insults ensued just shortly after- she called me 'Karus', which was my father's name. Then they trailed into how I was the 'proof of his infidelity, the punishment of his sins'. I was… well, painfully unable to rebuke that.

The first few days were just that- normal stuff when the sun was out, lots of whipping at night. Five months went by achingly slowly, but I was careful enough to not let the pain slow me down. If before my goal was to learn normal magic, now I couldn't enjoy that luxury anymore.

I felt my body screaming at me to do things faster, but the lack of sleep made me unable to really do stuff as easy for myself as I would have wanted. Still, the corporal punishment made me hellbent on learning basic Necromancy. With no books on the topic, it was a matter of testing this out in the garden, away from servants' sight.

I would test it out and, within the first month, I could produce a skeleton out of 'magical summoning'. Then two. Then five. By the fourth month of my existence, I could conjure a dozen of those and, without any hesitation, I started to hatch a plan to subvert my nightmare of a childhood for good. A month passed by, and things took a turn for the worse for my parents.

It was night, my mother had 'decided' that today wouldn't have ended with my punishment. It was rare as it occurred whenever she felt tired or sick. She usually had potions to pump her energy in her body to defy the 'sad mercy', but the woman had failed to see how one of her nice and sweet tea she would drink was laced with a strong sedative.

Likewise, my father's own tea was tainted by a sleeping agent. Both went to sleep early, and didn't notice a massacre decimating the staff. The guards were slain first as the skeletons ambushed them in the usual spots they would patrol. The butlers and maids followed next.

I want to say that there were innocents within the household, but everyone had a dirty stain in their soul. Complicity for my suffering was the main stigma, but cheating, cuckoldry, active persecution of fellow staff members and contemplation of poisoning against my parents.

No one was safe, and I had a nice plan cooked for this to be a brilliant end to this family.

Karin was the first one to wake up, her eyes long accustomed to the darkness of the manor's dungeon, but she was unprepared to the perspective of being the one shackled to the wall.

Her husband was beside her, and… the corpse of a well-dressed child right in front of them. It wasn't me- he didn't look like me at all beyond the outfit I gave him from my personal wardrobe.

One of the nearby farming families had lost a child to a fever. The poor boy was two years younger than me and couldn't be healed in time due to how untimely taxes could be in killing off any 'savings' the farmers could have made out of their hard work.

The child was innocent to this, but his corpse was free game to be used as a substitute to a potential suicide by fire. Right as I waited for the shallow woman to notice me, I knew the skeletons were close to being done in preparing all the flammable material to be burned up and destroy the entire place.

I had all the money, books and relevant items that I could use already packed in one of the chariots by the stables, one of the skeletons having been 'taught' how to properly work as the driver of such a rudimentary vehicle. It was odd how the horses didn't mind the skeleton leading them, but it was maybe due to the fact I had it dressed in the clothes of their main keeper.

"K-Kin?" Father spoke, having woken up right after his wife.

Karin was silent, the ugly realization sinking in as she knew that there would be no way out of this one. She was already crying.

"Hello father. I suppose you are confused about what is going on and, to be honest to you, I think it's easy to deduce it."

"Y-You want to- to kill us?"

"Not directly. No. I don't want your blood on my hands," I decided calmly. "You will both burn. You will both go to hell."

Mother's head lowered, anger bubbling but-

"Why?"

"Your whore of a wife," I replied calmly. "The one that has been so enjoying trying to kill your son, your only heir, to please her ego on the fact her husband fucks around but not her."

"YOU DARE-"

I raised a finger, a dark orb manifesting on it as I aimed it at the woman. It couldn't do real offensive magic like that just yet, but I could give off the impression of it.

"Mother, be quiet for once. I had to listen to your mad rants on how much pain you were causing to your 'ugly and sad husband', that I just don't like your voice anymore," I replied with a scowl. "Seriously, father, what did you see in her if you can't even see her as a proper beddable woman?"

Her face paled as muted anger just couldn't get out of her lips. Fear was stronger, and my father looked to be growing more aware of what was going on.

"Kin… we can- we can talk about it."

"No. Because I gave you five months to do so," I rebuked softly, removing my shirt for a moment and… I saw him look away. "Why are you so afraid, father? This is what your wife calls 'love'. This should have been your gift. Not mine. But I suppose that you are too much of a man to have authority over a crazy bitch."

"YOU ARE A MONSTER!" Karin finally snapped and… I shrugged.

"So, aren't you one too, mother? Didn't you push me to the brink of my own humanity to feel some sort of worth after being cast aside as a cow that can no longer give anything to its owner, like a pig that is old and fat and needs to be killed off?"

"But there's one thing I agree with you both. I am too young to judge you both, I am too biased to conduct your own life trial- so, I will let whoever preside in the deepest corner of the underworld decide what to do with you. You father, for your inaction and your deliberate ignorance over the many lovers you left to be shunned by society by letting them bear children from you and yet providing them no means to survive; and you mother, for being a liar to the true meaning of being that, a mother. You are both guilty of sins and thus shall be put through the misery of death. Good night and farewell."

They called out to me, screaming and shouting, but I turned around and left. As I stepped out of the manor, the fire had started to decimate years of successes that lied to the world by covering for the monstrosities held within these walls.

I entered the chariot, reading some papers as I dispelled most skeletons and left only the driver alive. The ride began, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me… together with a clean realization that I actually lost some of my humanity due to these events. Five months in a new world, and already a necromancer with no qualms in murdering the living for the less-relevant reasons possible.

…I guess this world needs something harsh to prevent stupidity to reign supreme. Logic as a cruel mistress rather than a caring guide for wisdom.

My first stop will have to be brief, I had a brief thought on what to do, and I decided to pick the one thing that felt most important- gaining an assistant that was to be loyal to me for life by her own free will.

And the only one I could think of was a poor lil' Dark Elf that was enslaved to a cruel human lord.

Chloe… I am coming for you. And then, I shall delve more into Dark Magic.


AN

Lil' Bukha goes liching- and yoinks an adorbs Dark Elf for the ride.