I punch the ground, glaring at the spot the Slayer vanished from. Luckily I knew exactly where he ended up. The Chaos Dimension. With any luck the endless hordes of monsters would kill him, as unlikely as it is. He is however stuck there unless he can figure out the method of getting back. And even if he manages to do so we shall be ready.

Turning over the battlefield I see the remaining possessed carrying the steaming piles of flesh to the Nest, the slain demons useful even in death. Something catches my eye, a large mushroom rapidly growing before my eyes, only to collapse as a green figure emerges from the growth. The beginning of a new force within my army, sprouted from the blood of Farbauti, an Ork.

Ork

HP: 1500

MP: 500

Another pair of the fungal creations sprout, sucking in the Argent energy like a sponge to fuel their rapid growth. Excellent, the bigger my army means the faster I can expand my conquest. The production of Gore Nest material is well underway, however manually farming the spawners was what was holding me back. Instructing Barakas and Farbauti to take command here and deal with any issues before returning, I fly upwards. I have work to do.


Landing in the middle of my army, I stride into where a pair of demons were slaying countless zombies inside the second castle, collecting their drops. I light up the area, preventing the mobs spawning as the two Possessed Zombies kneel. They looked different, evolving as they absorbed more Argent Energy. A chitinous armour has grown over their flesh, and the start of horns have appeared.

With their aid, I began to shift the spawners, taking them into the Erebus dimension, where they were quickly set up into a spawner chamber. Making the short trip to the nearby smeltery room, where weapons are constantly being cast to arm the demonic horde, I pick up a scythe.

[Hell-Forged Steel Scythe]

Deals [15+STR] Slashing damage

Special: Harms all enemies in a 15ft radius

I pass the weapon to the Possessed, making sure to instruct it to put all modifiers as Lapis to gain as much looting as possible. Leaving it to begin farming, I pick up a couple dozen Soul Shards, binding all but a couple to the Zombies spawned.

As I leave the Dimension I summon all my unoccupied Endermen. "Search this realm for the End Portal, now." They vanish, leaving motes of purple light behind as I make my way back to the castles. I have been far too lax in my productivity thus far, I was warned that the Slayer would come for me, was warned that the beast destroyed the entirety of Hell, and slew all my predecessors. I may have been granted a reprieve, but I still need to take the dimension the Slayer has ended up in to complete my conquest of this world, and to best the Slayer I need every single advantage I can take.

Another group of Possessed get told to gather soul sand and Wither Skeleton Skulls, and to put them onto the Dupe Trees. I wanted an army of Withers.

Passing a Witch, Argent having corrupted the being to look more like a hag than the near humans they were before, bowed over with hunched backs and their skin turning into a sickly green I realized I had been under utilizing them as little more than another aspect of ranged attack units, rather than the alchemical craftsmen they were.

"Gather your kindred, I want you to brew every potion, poison and elixir you know how to, as potent as possible and as many as you have the resources to do. In fact, start the production of whatever you need to aid you."

The Witch nodded, shuffling away as quickly as her bowed legs could carry her. With that I summon the remnants of my possessed, the ones not sent away to achieve my goals. There was less than I expected, perhaps a hundred in total, but that should hopefully be enough.

I stand tall before them, my voice breaking the silence like a whip. "Arm yourselves, and spread. Leave no dungeon, no village, no structure left. Bring those to be sacrificed here, along with the treasures that lie within. Expand my domain, fuel my conquest as we reforge Hell from the ashes of this world.

My speech, as mediocre as it was, still earned me a chorus of demonic screams, their form of cheering it would seem. As one they rush to the armoury, a wave of death to the beings of this realm, I hope.

With that I [Warp], dropping to my knees as a wave of weakness overcomes me. It would seem that teleportation between dimensions is not the smartest thing. I pull myself onto shaking legs, as I begin to fly, the winds holding me above the ground where I was already targeted by a pair of the dinosaurs from the Red Ant dimension.

Allosaurus

HP: 110

MP: 000

I sneer at the beasts, the colour of their hide making them extremely visible in the dark. I simply float above them and let my aura do the work, quickly corrupting the two. Turning back to my true target, I set them to rampage. They were mostly expendable so I had no qualms sending them to their deaths.

I fly behind them, streaking across the sky to the King dungeon. The world twists as I [Warp] to the lowest level, jumping between the corners as I use the spawners in each to fill up Soul Shards, just managing to make the last on a Tier 5.

It vanishes into my inventory as a new one materialises, my hand closing around the cold contours of the gem as I surge into the air, avoiding attacks from the various flying mobs. It was irritating, to say the least, that creatures spawned from the Cages were unable to be corrupted. That at least would make this ordeal far easier to complete.

Teleporting to a nearby hill, I slice a spider in two scowling as I realise my error, I was holding an unbound Soul Shard and I had inadvertently bound the creature to the gem. It wasn't a major issue, the eyes could still be used as Gore Nest material, but the string was one material that seemed a bit pointless.

I absentmindedly scroll through my JEI Console for all the uses for string, my aura corrupting any monster that tries its luck, the newly made possessed sent to the meat grinder of the dungeon. My smile widens as I find a perfect use. Archimedes Ships was a part of this world, I was definitely creating airships, even if it's just as a show of force.

Cracking my neck I warp back to the Dungeon, Spawners getting sucked into the Soul Shard. This was an opportunity to gather at least a half dozen new max tiered Soul Shards, perfect for fuelling the Gore Nest expansion.

A Mantis tries it's luck, the chitinous claws slashing at me. It glances off my rapier with a shriek, the blade continuing to slice through the insects head.

The process was simple, if arduous. [Warp] to a group of spawners, absorb them into a Shard and [Warp] away from the attacks of any creature that dared to try and harm me.


I let out a sigh of relief. The outside was cleared, no more spawners and the remaining creatures had all either been slain or fled. Of course the problem was the interior, each and every floor had active spawners, all of them were active while I was here.

Of course I had levelled up a few times from killing the mobs. A few more levels and stats should make me strong enough to be able to simply overpower the creatures inside, providing they don't swarm me before I get the chance.

Of course I could also just send in minions to do it for me. No sense in recklessly risking my life for this. And it would be the perfect trial for my new Orkish horde.

It takes moments to mentally command them all, and they begin to arrive, an army bellowing with rage and bloodlust, Farbuiti at their head. He looks up at me, planting the haft of his axe onto the ground.

"Your command?" The horde falls silent at his words, all eyes on me as the potential promise of blood keeps them complacent. And who am I to refuse?

"Storm the dungeon, leave nothing alive. Let them feel your fury." I barely made it to the end before they began, a brutal chanting coming from them as they surge to the dungeon as one mass, an endless wave of green-skinned death.

Farbauti stops beside me, silently watching.

"Their blood does not sprout," he rumbles, breaking the silence between us as sounds of combat echo across the landscape.

I raise an eyebrow in response, not understanding his meaning.

"Their blood does not sprout. No spores. Lesser Orks." There was something off about how he said it, a sense of longing?

"Hmmm. And with time and Argent would they evolve into High Orks then?."

He nods slowly, "Very Likely."

"Well then, you have a mission. Go to the Twilight Forest, finish your quest to slay the rest of the bosses and use their lairs as Gore Nest locations. And then that realm into the home of the Orks, with you as it's Lord."

It was something that was plaguing my mind. I would not, could not, be everywhere, rule everywhere. I would have to delegate the responsibility to those I trusted, and I feel Farbuiti was more than up for the task.

"And then?" The deep rumble broke me from my thoughts, and I raise an eyebrow, not quite understanding his meaning.

"That will not take long. What will you have us do after?"

That was a very good point, they would easily clear the Twilight and setting up some form of settlement wouldn't take every single Ork…

"The Unstable Ants, find one and head to their dimension, clear the dungeons there. Leave the spawners for Soul Shards but bring the drops to the Nests. And any treasures are mine, naturally."

My musing ends as I'm approached by a group of the Orks, the sound of battle faded, as they bring a chest to me. I open it slowly, I doubt that any of my demons would dare harm me but it never hurts to be careful.

The chest was as it seemed luckily, and had a few wonderful items. A Prince spawn egg, the Royal Guardian sword and armour sets and four Gatcha tokens. Grabbing the Gatcha tokens, I snap them as one, the crack echoing across the mountainous landscape.

Skill Added: [Invoke Nightmare]

Item Added: Summon Gem - (Rockwell)

Item Added: EXP Obelisk

Item Added: World Key

[Invoke Nightmare] - Active

Costs 5,000MP

Causes the target to suffer from Nightmares every time they sleep, creating a Seed. This seed can be consumed by the User to gain a new spell or skill, and causes the Nightmare to end. The longer this skill is active upon the target, the stronger the Seed and its spell/skill becomes.

This certainly changes everything, and I have the perfect target to first use this skill.

[EXP Obelisk]

Rare

Exp: 0

Stores the Exp of any being slain nearby

Handy, extremely so considering I would eventually have dozens, if not hundreds, of Soul Cages producing mobs for me. And it allows me to level up easily without risking myself or occupying my time.

[World Key]

Mythic

A key that when used in a door turns it into a portal to a different Universe, the chosen Universe is random.

And here is how I'm going to start the expansion of my conquests, an entire new universe has made itself available to me, and it shall fall to my clutches. A second thought caused me to pull out the Prince spawn egg, summoning the small dragon to my side. It looked up at me, loyality in its gaze and I sent it back to the castle to grow.

I cast my eye over to Farbuiti, commanding his Orks with ease, and left him to it, teleporting back to my castle. I had been lax so far, and needed to rectify a few things.

A second [Warp] brings me to the Erebus portal, and I step through, blinking as my eyes quickly adjust to the gloom. The dimension had changed drastically since I last entered. A stairway leads down, into the cavern of the dimension proper, and a corridor leads deeper into the earth.

Dropping down, I pull out the Arachnid Queen Summon Gem from my inventory, crushing it easily. The large insectoid alien screams at me, aiming a scything claw that would tear me in two. It was child's play to fly out of her reach, dumping the few stat points I had gained into my WIS stat, bringing it up to 56, and with it my Mana Regen.

Hovering above the Queen, it takes mere minutes for my aura to take hold, her eyes glowing the familiar intense orange of one of my corrupted beings. A bit of mental persuasion later and she slowly scuttles away, searching for a deep cave to start her new hive in.

Flying back up, I head down the corridor, as it winds deeper into the ground, demons that have clearly evolved from the insects of this realm scuttling past occasionally, bowing as I pass.

Soon I reach a central area, glass along one wall to show a pit of mobs, dropping from above and getting slain by a mechanical user, armed with what I'm assuming to be a scythe judging by the number of creatures dying every time I hear the slicing sound. A vacuum hopper, connected to a pipe line can be seen just at the back, sucking up all of the mob drops.

The other wall is decorated with a single lever, helpfully labeled On/Off, presumably to control the spawning of the Soul Cages in this entire operation.

A demon that heavily resembled a Thri-Kreen stood before the glass, scribbling down notes on one of the dozens of sheets of paper scattered across a makeshift table. It barely glances at me, going back to its work without a care, starkly contrasting the deferential treatment I received from most demons.

"You know, it is typically considered wise to at least bow when your ruler enters a room." I say, moving beside it, sparing a glance towards the scattered papers. Most of the scribbles were nearly incomprehensible, ramblings that made no sense without the context they were created with.

"Bah, inefficient. Drone has vork to do. Not vasting time." The Thri-Kreen doesn't even look up, his voice raspy and slightly German for some absurd reason.

I hum in response, placing the [EXP Obelisk] on the other side of the glass, nodding as the experience total inside slowly begins to rise.

I glance around the room quickly, figuring out where to access the Mechanical User from. As soon as I do, I look inside, checking the stats of the scythe.

[Level 18 Hell-Forged Steel Scythe]

Deals [17+STR] Slashing damage

Special: Harms all enemies in a 15ft radius

Special Effects:

Unbreaking III

Haste I

Beheading II

Modifiers: 5

A moment of concentration summons a new demon, a humanoid fly, who stands quivering at attention. They were wary I note with some amusement, not of myself but of Drone, the strange Thri-Kreen.

"Place a block of Lapis on the duplicator trees, and fetch me the rest immediately." The fly gives a sloppy salute at my words, buzzing off to do my bidding.

It returns soon after, lugging a Golden Bag with all the Lapis I had. I nod to it in thanks, as it gives me a buzz in return, flying off.

A telekinetic push and the lever flips up, the rate of mobs dropping down slowly dwindling before stopping fully.

"Vhat are you doing," Drone practically roars, his body quivering with rage. "Inefficiency iz not tolerated."

Ignoring the ranting, I add the lapis to the scythe, getting it up to Looting V with the modifiers. Replacing the weapon to the Mechanical user, flipping the lever to turn the spawners back on.

Drone scuttles over to a chest, opening it to observe.

"How? How iz zhis possible!" Efficiency tripled at minimum." His antenna twitched in excitement.

"Lapis added to those weapons increase the drops from creatures. Periodically doing so when the blade has more modifications will only serve to increase production here."

I look around the room, "Although if you could explain what is going on. I was in this dimension mere days ago, and it was nothing like this."

"Zhis one took command over the bumbling ineptitude of zhe demons! Zhe one farming Gore was repurposed to fill Soul Gem, and spawners found are aiding in zhe filling. Zhe temporary breeding of cows has been started to kick-start zhe Soul Cage production!"

"And how many cages do you have currently?"

"Seven Zombie, Four Cow, Three Skeleton, Two Spider and vun blue lizard thing."

"I see, and what is done with the drops that are unsuitable for Gore Nests?"

"Valuable iz sent to treasury, material for veapons are sent to zhe smithy!"

"I see…. And I'm assuming that the string is sent to the smithy as well"

Drone nods in response. "Correct!"

"Don't, I have a new use for it, one that will be far more valuable than a handful of bow strings."

"Acceptable!"

Pulling out the Soul Gems I had filled, I toss them over to Drone, his many arms struggling to catch them all as they fall to the ground with crystalline chimes. His antennae twitch with what I hoped was excitement at the multitude of new Soul Gems

"Get those inside Cages and hooked up to whatever system you have, and make sure to route all the mobs to this location, they need to be slain in proximity to the obilisk. Understand?"

Drone gives a shallow nod, "Ja."

With that I leave, [Warp] taking me back to my castle. The Overworld and the Erebus could both be easily ticked off my list of dimensions. Although their corruption was not yet complete, it would be child's play to take them, nothing in either was a true threat any more. Farbuiti was taking care of the Twilight Forrest and should have the bosses slain within a few days at most, and Gore Nests should be set up soon after so it wasn't an issue either.

I head downwards, going underneath to look at the collosal Nest hidden underground. It's crimson flesh was pressed firm against the ceiling, and was mere inches away from the walls. And this close to it it's Argent output was staggering, in the hundreds of thousands, and soon it would connnect to hundreds of thousands of more Nests across the dimension.

Colossal Gore Nest

HP: 500,000

MP: 500,000

AE: 1,500,000/minute

Feed it more gore to increase its size, and it's Argent output.

Then inspiration struck, if that was the amount of Argent generated by a Nest of this size, then how about one that covered an entire dimension. There were plenty of them that had no real value after all, but my limit was once more manpower and resources. I was already spread thin as is. Even the mass spawning of the Orks weren't enough, with most of them dying off fighting through the dungeons.

If I could just figure out a quick way to create demons then I would be golden. Unfortunately I was unable to corrupt spawner creatures… but Spawn Eggs might be an entirely different thing.

A mental command brings an Enderman to me, "Go to the red ant realm, find the dried spawn egg of an Easter Bunny, I may have a use for it."

In a flash of purple particles the demon vanishes, and I'm left to my thoughts. These worlds were huge, each dimension far, far larger than I anticipated. And for all the progress I'm making in them, I'm still far too limited, stretched thin.

Of course other worlds are far smaller, most don't have nearly a dozen different dimensions, each one millions of kilometres in size. Pulling out the [World Key] I stride to the closest door. Might as well see where it leads.

Turning the key and opening the door, I see not the crimson grasses of my realm, but a decrepit shack, claw marks slicing through the walls and destroyed furniture littering the floor space. It stank of dust and damp, wherever this was it had clearly been abandoned for quite some time.

I cautiously shift one shredded curtain aside to peer out a window that was miraculously still in one piece. A quaint little village was down a short hill, one side of it covered in a dense forest, and rising over the treeline was quite possibly one of the most iconic castles in fantasy. Hogwarts.

It was nigh perfect. A world I could slowly turn and take for my own with little help from the demons which will allow them to take over the Minecraft dimensions in my stead. A chuckle escapes me as I smile at the plans forming. Oh this world would be exploited for all it was worth.

Turning back, I walk through the portal only to be met with a panic stricken Barakas, crimson eyes wide as he slams into a bow before me.

"My liege, where have you been!"

"Checking a new avenue for potential expansion. I was gone for a few minutes at most, what's the problem."

"You have been out of contact for nearly a week here. Your connection to us was strong so we knew you were living but we couldn't find you."

Slowly taking in the information I sit down. That would roughly mean that a minute over in the Harry Potter universe was equivalent to a day in this. Which would mean I could take my time and by the time I came back this entire world could already be mine.

I stride past Barakas, the End Portal has already been found in my absence, and the materials necessary to summon a Wither were also gathered in absurd quantities. A moment of focus took me to the End Portal, a swirling black void that absorbed all light. A moment's hesitation gripped me before I plunged into the depth.


The End was desolate. The craggy Endstone and obsidian pillars being the only thing to break the monotony of abyssal void.

A roar of fury echoed over the landscape and I could see a jet black dragon flying across before perching on the bedrock pillar in the center. [Warp] takes me to the first End Crystal, which flickered for a moment as soon as I appeared, taking on the vibrant orange hue I immediately recognised as Argent.

Corrupted End Crystal

HP:1

A.E: 50/minute

Smiling, I started to [Warp] between as many Crystals as possible, it took less than a minute to get them all but my presence had been noted.

Ender Dragon

HP: 200

MP: 200

She roared letting out a gout of purple flame that cling to the walls of the obsidian pillar I found myself upon. Launching upwards I take to the skies as she chased after me, firing balls of soot and purple flame that exploded upon impact.

The winds supporting me vanished and I dropped beneath the great beast before I flung myself back up, grabbing onto her tail with all my might. Orange sparks lanced across her body, and she roared in pain, the thick tail flicking out to throw me off.

[Warp] took me to her neck, grasping onto her horns tightly I forced [Imbue Argent] to its limits, and instead of mere sparks, a storm erupted out, bolts of orange lightning arcing out and converging into the Ender Dragon and her resistance fades.

[Imbue Argent] Upgraded

Landing, she bows her great head to allow me off and stays knelt before me. Smiling, I dismissed her and she flew off, circling the obsidian pillars as she roared.

Quest Updated: Objective 2: 2 / 3 Complete

Two down, one to go. Leaving the End I head towards the Erebus to collect the required materials to summon the Wither. While there I headed past the chamber where Drone had set up the central spawner zone. While the insectoid demon wasn't available, my EXP Obelisk was glowing bright green, and was storing a massive amount of Exp. Absorbing it all, I level up nearly a hundred times, gaining hundreds of skill points and dozens of skills and upgrading many more.

Scrolling through the list, I find a pair that piqued my interest, especially useful for what I had planned.

[Extract Soul] - Active

Costs 1,000MP

Extracts a soul from the target

[Consume Soul] - Passives

Allows the User to consume souls, gaining experience, skills or upgrading existing skills based upon the soul.

It was a simple way to gain new abilities that might otherwise be unavailable for me, plus would be a way to deal with pests that would be otherwise unkillable.

Thinking, I [Warp] down to the Collosal Nest and dig a small chamber beside it. Placing the soul sand and wither skeleton skulls promptly summons the Wither.

Wither

HP: 300

MP: 150

Of course being so close to the massive source of Argent rapidly corrupts the necrotic being and it doesn't even finish its explosive build up before it was under my thrall.

Quest Updated: Objective 2: 3 / 3 Complete

Sending the Wither to the Nether, I focus on Ashur and [Warp] to her location. I appear in a large room, silks draped across the walls, a roaring fireplace on the far wall and a series of couches and recliner chairs upon which several scantily clad young women rest upon. My appearance started them, causing one to pull out a crossbow and fire a bolt. Tilting my head it sinks into the wall with a thud.

"Well, isn't this a warm welcome."

The girls shrink back slightly as I walk deeper into the room, the one that fired at me desperately trying to reload her crossbow. A telekinetic yank pulls away the weapon and she shuffled backwards as well.

"Milord?" A quiet voice asks from the next room over, Ashur and another young woman peering round the door. From their lack of clothing and the crumpled state of the bed it was clear what they had been doing.

She runs at me, pulling me down into a deep kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth as my hands move to her backside, kneading the supple flesh as she moans into my mouth. After a minute she pulls back, eyes filled with lust and adoration as she looks up.

"I missed you," she says softly, curling into my arms.

"And I, you my darling," I reply, finding it to be the truth, "Unfortunately I can't stay long. I was simply here to check up on you. There is the possibility of me being out of contact with you for a long time."

"How long?"

"At a minimum, months. Possibly even years depending on how things go. Conquest isn't easy."

She was silent for a moment, holding me tighter.

"Take me with you, please. The girls know how to run the place. Trained them up how to, and Adhev has a few of his Spawn act as security so I know they will be safe and-"

I silence her with another kiss, "Very well. I will be back later tonight, make your preparations."

She nods, and bows. "Yes milord, right away milord, thank you."

She pulls away, barking orders at her girls. I watched her jiggling ass for a moment before turning, looking out of the window to the manor rising atop the city. Teleporting to the roof, I fly around it, peering in each window and observing the people inside begore I find my target.

Lord Bradley Wurst

HP: 150

MP: 50

The obese man was on his back, fast asleep and snoring loud enough to wake the dead. Beside him lay a young woman, trembling with tears streaming down her face. Inside the stench of body odour was unbearable, and the young woman whimpered as I got closer.

"Do you wish to leave?" I ask quietly, holding a hand out for her to take.

She doesn't reply, simply looking at the man beside her and taking my hand. Glancing back at the man, I cast [Invoke Nightmare], a small crimson orb appearing beside his head as his face contorts with fear. Holding the girl around her waist, I teleport back to Ashur.


Bradley Wurst's Nightmare

The demonic creatures had tied him to a spit, parading him through some infernal cityscape. Lashes of flame crack off his bare flesh and drips of molten rock rained slowly from above as the demons cackled at his cries of pain. Demons threw bolts of fiery energy that scorched burned skin, only for the damage to slowly heal to begin the torturous burning again.

The slow march winds through to a central town square, where logs had been piled high with a metal stake rising in the middle. Ropes of thorn dig into blistered flesh as they tie him to the red hot metal, the stench of burning meat filling the air as he howls in pain.

The logs get lit and the demons step back, fire flickering upwards quickly igniting dry wood and in seconds the fire had reached him. Screams echo across the city as he burned alive, the rising smoke forming a demonic face staring down at the scene with satisfaction.


Ashur took the young woman in without an issue, scowling as she heard the story of how I found her.

"A common occurrence, that one can't get a woman so forces the staff to fuck him, the Bastard."

"And how are your preparations, are you read-."

The locking of the door cuts me off as I turn, Ashur fully nude pressing her large breasts into my chest.

"Hush milord, worry about that tomorrow." She whispers into my ear, trailing feather light kisses down my neck, tumbling into the bed and dragging me down.


Ashur had curled herself around me during the night, my face between her breasts, her legs wrapped around my own. Prying myself from the fleshy prison causes her to wake, yawning with annoyance that her sleep had been disrupted.

"Again?" Her face was hopeful, the sheets slipping down to reveal her body to me again.

"Get ready, as enjoyable as it would be work must be done. If I agreed to satisfy you whenever you wanted we would be here forever."

She pouts, slowly getting up and heading towards the wardrobe, bending over to give me a view of her ass and dripping slit as she pulls on a tiny thong and leather corset that barely protected her modesty.

A thin tail tipped with a point and a pair of leathery wings erupted from her back and when she turned around I saw a pair of horns that had grown on her head, pointing straight up. She smirked at me, as if challenging me to say anything but I simply pulled her close, [Warp] taking us to the castle.

At my command Barakas had gathered a small force of my strongest demons that could fit through the doorway, a small group of brutish trolls, a few dozen of possessed mobs, horns and chitinous armour growing on them, hellhounds snarling flames as they stalk through the legs of the assembled, Minotaurs from the Twilight stomp impatiently, Golems of various materials stand stoically and even my faithful Chaos Hog, the first demon I had created had answered the summons.

Farbuiti stomps up behind them, his strongest Orks gathered with him. Adding them to the force was easily over a hundred demons strong, more than I had expected and provided things went as I expected, more than enough to take the castle.

It was an amusing sight, many of the demons were just barely able to fight through the doorway and had to squeeze through, and the other side was no better. The shack was far too small to fit any number of people let alone the demons that were currently traipsing through so they had to be escorted outside the back exit, which was thankfully far more destructible, and rushed over to the tree line, melding with the darkness that shrouded the Forbidden Forest.

From there it was a straight shot to Hogwarts, the trees made sure we weren't seen prematurely. It was an eerie silence that followed in our wake as every creature fled rather than be caught up in the march.

Soon, the massive wooden doors of Hogwarts stood before us, two of the Orks pushing them open without a sound, magic clearly at work. The animated pictures fled away from the group as we headed to the Great Hall, Barakas having sensed the presence of hundreds inside.

Oaken doors carved with the Hogwarts seal barred the path, a strong kick from Farbuiti causing them to swing open with a bang. Head turned as murmurs rose up in the hall as we stride in, confusion evident. Dumbledore however had his hand in a white knuckle grip around his wand, the glowing white tip pointed unerringly at me.

The glow brightens and time seems to slow. He clearly wouldn't use anything with too large a range lest he harm one of his students, which means a single target spell. [Warp] got me behind him as lighting streaked out with the acrid scent of ozone, splashing where I once stood.

My hand turned skeletal, spectral flames surrounding it and I plunged it into his chest, removing his screaming soul. Screams rose from the students, some of the teachers and more fool hardy students getting out of seats.

"Sit down!" I roared over the din, a blanket of silence taking the Hall as everyone slowly took their seats, pale faced and focused on the soul of Albus Dumbledore still in my hand.

"Teachers, escort everyone to their dorms and lock them inside for the evening, then come to the Headmasters office so we can discuss the new change in leadership." My voice was soft, yet it captivated everyone inside as the demons prowled around the tables.

"And if we refuse?" McGonagall was straight backed, face set with determination. Clearly the display hadn't affected her terribly, dark eyes that burned with rage met mine and I smiled.

"You don't really have a choice. But say you do resist, you and your fellow teachers fight, presumably some students join in." I pause, savouring the fear, "Then you die. Leaving those that couldn't or wouldn't fight to suffer the cruelty of Hell." As I finished, I tilted my head back, and dropped the soul down my throat, making a show as I licked my lips.

"Excuse me, as High Inquis-." The saccharine voice was cut off with a wheeze, a barbed skeletal tail wrapped around the throat of Umbridge.

"My Liege did not grant the vermin permission to speak," it was odd hearing the Bone Devil speak anything that wasn't Infernal, the hissing voice oozing out from razor fangs.

With a glare McGonagall began to usher teachers and students out the Hall, hushed voices from the students echoed back as more than one was caught gazing at Ashur, much to the demoness' amusement.

With the last student gone, I allowed myself to slump bonelessly into the golden throne, kicking Dumbledore's cooling carcass out.

"Well that went slightly better than expected." Ashur purrs, straddling my lap as she does her best to melt into me.

I let out a barking laugh, "If only just, Dumbledore was ready to shoot me down, consequences be damned and McGonagall was going to follow him into the grave."

"And now? I'm assuming your plan went further than hope that we could intimidate them into submission."

"Hostages, as long as they remain submissive and do as they are told, we leave them unharmed, and use them as leverage to bring the rest of Wizarding Britain under my rule. Use them to take the rest of the world."

"Farbuiti, set up a perimeter around the castle, no one leaves and you bring me any one that tries." The Ork gave a nod, roaring orders to his horde as they left, which brought down the noise levels of the hall considerably.

"Barakas, I'm assuming you can track Voldemort and his Death Eaters down, they would likely be our biggest threat or our greatest ally in this conquest."

"I'm insulted that you would even have to ask."

"Good, the rest of you patrol the castle, make sure no one is going to cause me any issues. The more demons I have to waste taking this world, the less I have for other useful endeavours." My hand slides into Ashur's, fingers entwining.

"Now let go and lay down the law."


I'm back! I'm sorry it's been two years. I really don't have an excuse. Personally I'm blaming TikTok and other things like it for eroding my attention span and making me want the dopamine far more often than is likely healthy.

But I'm back, hopefully for good this time, I also understand this chapter isn't the best. It's made up from dozens of different scenes written across those two years and edited together with a few extras written in recently.

Little update on my current WIPs:

From The Ashes: ~4K words, should be out sometime in the next couple of weeks, the end of Feb at latest

Selling Your Soul for Pleasure and Profit: Permanent Hiatus because of both having to decide what I want to do with it and spite from some moron telling me to kill myself after having Reo join up with Rias

Guild of Gamers: The Daywalker: ~1,500 words: a part of Shiros Gamerverse, with his permission hopefully. Pure Vampire run in the world of AOT as a member of the Reise Family, starting the day of Colossal Titan Attack.

Unnamed Fic: ~500 words: Also Maybe a Gamerverse one but I haven't decided. Mage in a high fantasy GOT world. Has to bind creatures' souls to himself for powerups.

Unnamed Fic: ~500 words: RWBY Fic where MC is a dude that can turn into a red chromatic Dragon and gains strength from his hoard. Power is pretty much Midoriya in the Fic "What's in a Hoard"

Unnamed Fic Idea: 0 Words. Symbiote lands in Brockton Bay.

You can find me on Shiros Discord server with a ton of other amazing authors, and so much fucking porn. With any luck I can get my cult and channel reinstated quickly!

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