Malevolent Snippet Chapter 5: DXD Gamer, a private fanfic

Issei - MP = 10

Normal Joe - MP = 100

Human Mage - MP = 1,000

Low Class - MP = 10,000

Medium Class- MP = 100,000

High Class - MP = 1,000,000

Ultimate Class - MP = 10,000,000

Satan Class - MP = 100,000,000

Super Class - MP = 1,000,000,000

Note: MP is a classification of 'power-class'. The difference between a nuclear reactor and a coal power-plant basically. It is not a DBZ classification of combat ability though, just how much juice one can give to their spells.

Sorry for not updating Edge Lord Aim DXD snippet, but I find it draining to get back into the mindset.

Been writing original fiction lately. Twenty thousand words on a Dungeon Master Fiction, and thirty thousand on an Essence/Gamer/Gamer Essence 'Original' Fiction. I'll likely be posting the latter here soon.

The mission statement is a mystery, btw. I know what it is though. It is certainly something worthy of an eeevil crusade.

A longcase clock ticked meticulously, a young man seemingly in his early twenties stared at the clock with narrowed eyes, lost in thought. His index finger tapped along with the ticking of the second hand, rising and falling, rising and falling.

He heaved a grand sigh of breath and summoned forth a screen of information that was only for his eyes to see. His eyes dilated, showing that he was seeing something, but for all other entities and creatures, he was looking at nothing. His finger stopped its incessant tapping as he folded his hands together and leaned on the desk he was sitting at; around him numerous forms, papers, and ancient documents were scattered. He ignored them and instead just read through information he already knew by heart.

[Name: Corvac Vepar]

[Sex: Male]

[Age: 20]

[Race: Devil]

[Title: Medium Class Pureblood Devil]

[Level: 1]

[HP: 1,000/1,000]

[MP: 105,000/105,000]

[Attributes]

[BODY - 1 (10)]

[MIND - 1 (100)]

[SPIRIT - 1 (1000)]

[PERKS]

Decaying Existence:

Damage you take will regenerate at absurd rates, healing fatal wounds in mere seconds. These wounds are not gone, however. Instead they will be delayed through this skill, but over time your body will slowly start to rot and decay. Seek healing methods to avoid becoming an undead husk or pile of dust from accrued damage. Enough sustained damage may rapidly advance the decay and cause enough to kill the user. Poison and Disease do not affect you. You feel pain, but it is not processed as a negative sensation.

Wonder Wizard:

You hold within you a massive amount of magical potential, dramatically increasing your magical reserves, MIND, SPIRIT, and MP regeneration rate by a factor of ten.

God-Head:

Within your mind you hold the ability to imagine and develop any form of image with utmost ease and realistic detail, up to the atomic level. This dramatically increases the ease at which you can cast and utilize devil magic, reducing the cost for any form of magic you cast that has a sufficient enough visualization component created. The 'quantity' of detail you can imagine directly scales with your MIND Attribute.

Pure Blooded Devil:

You are a devil, and this grants you numerous traits. You first have several banes that deal increased damage to your health pool when attacked with them. These banes are Light Magic, Holy Magic, and energies tied to the biblical faith and biblical god. You will feel slightly lethargic within sunlight, and energized during the night. Your BODY and SPIRIT attributes are all multiplied by a factor of ten. Due to being a Pure Blooded Devil, you hold a unique background that grants you a Devil Pillar's unique bloodline ability.

[TRAITS]

Contracted Villainy: You will at randomized periods be awarded a mandatory quest demanding a villainous act be completed. You will be given a time limit to complete the quest. The quest must be treated seriously and given real effort, but if foiled and failed by forces outside your control, will not result in any punishment. Ignoring the quest, or doing it half-assedly in the intent to purposely fail it will result in punishment.

Mission Statement: You have a Mission. This is the ultimate goal and aim of your duty. This represents itself as a quest. You will have a real desire to complete the quest.

Patient: You are exceptionally patient. Tedium is of no issue to you, and you are as patient as an enlightened monk. Meditation gains an experience multiplier.

Hybrid-Bloodline: You are a hybrid-bloodline Devil. An exceptionally rare devil who has both of their parent's bloodline traits.

[SKILLS]

Energy Control - 54/100: A developing [Adept] at controlling and utilizing the energies of magic. One has an efficiency rate of 54% when casting without a magical focus.

Energy Senses - 21/100: A nearly developed [Novice] at sensing and identifying magical energies.[color]

Meditation - 76/100: A bare [Expert] of meditating on the nature of the universe, the self, and one's position within the world. Regenerates [MP] at an accelerated rate of 760% of total regeneration rate.

The Power of Blight - 6/100: A growing [Novice] in the usage of the Vepar bloodline trait. All wounds inflicted on your enemies can be induced with this bloodline power, conceptually causing all of your attacks to putrefy their wounds and orifices, cause worms, maggots, and parasites to seed themselves inside their bodies, cause all wounds and injuries to necrosize, fester with disease, while preventing all forms of magical healing. Blight can also be used passively as an aura, forcing entities to create magical defenses lest they become prey to the Blight.

The Power of Mutation - 19/100: A developing [Novice] in the usage of the Gaap bloodline trait. This trait takes the corruptive effects of demonic energy to another level, allowing its user to forcibly mutate a creature into a demonic entity. Holding the weaknesses against Light and Holy Magick like any demonic entity, these creatures were once the foot-soldiers and cannon fodder used during the Great War. A sufficiently mutated creation will be utterly loyal to their creator. There is much potential to be had with this clan trait.

Devil Magick - 50/100: You are a True [Adept] in the art of using the Demonic Magick of Imagination. This magick is merely limited by one's imagination, and Demonic Energy's innate limitations.

Human Magic - 33/100: You are a middling [Apprentice] within the usage of the human magical system based on mathematics and geometry. A more conservative and energy efficient form of magic casting heavily dependent on the Mind stat.

Mad Science - 11/100: You are a developing [Novice] within the study of Mad Science, the mixing of magical theories with scientific logic. The creation of many amazing items, weapons, and tools have been the product of this fused skill of Magical Theory and Science.

Corvac hummed to himself at the listing of skills. When he was brought to a sudden character creation screen after dying in a car-crash, he might have gone a bit hog-wild with his character. Yes, it was very tilted towards magick, and while he might have lost some potential in terms of physical abilities that all devils tend to put at the way-side; what he had going for him within this screen was already a wondrous amount of ability.

'It was worth it exchanging an extra perk and positive trait for those world changes.' Corvac thought idly. Back in Character Creation, Corvac was allowed to exchange some of his potential to allow for some custom changes into this world. Most notably being a Genderbent Sirzechs Gremory, the direct assassination of the Oppai Goddess and all Outer-Gods that had their muddling hands within the realm, along with a Realm Seal to prevent ExE, or any outside realm from interfering with DxD.

With ExE's threat gone, Corvac now just needed to worry about Trihexia and Rizevim without the addition of Issei, as by assassinating the Oppai Goddess, Issei didn't have his EX Rank Luck statistic and was likely going to get thrown into Juvie for his perversion.

'I'll also need to figure out how to deal with Asura and Indra, along with a potential Jade Emperor. Then there's the Hero Faction. I upped their threat and capabilities, having more actual justification against the Supernatural World, Cao Cao not being a mere racist and more of a tragic heroic figure with great charisma and martial prowess. All for the ability to get more World Changes to bring this Noble-Bright Battle Harem Anime World into a more gritty Noble-Dark world of Devils, Vampires, Dragons, and Gods.'

Corvac stretched in his chair, glancing once more at the standing clock, before he sighed.

He'd been grinding his small selection of skills for a rough two months. In that time he'd not been outside of his ancestral home, a massive abandoned manor located within the Vepar Territory. With him being the son and sole heir of two Devil Clans, Corvac knew he was going to be a politically hot topic. Before he was discovered and potentially 'dealt with' by the Great Devil Faction and their fancy little Sleeping Disease, Corvac wanted to at least get up into Ultimate Class Power. He was barely inside the Medium Class Power region, and with his stacking Perks, he was well within his rights to reach Satan and potentially Super Class within a decent amount of time.

Corvac, however, had an issue.

He didn't exactly have many 'acceptable targets' to kill. There were obviously plenty of rogue factions, supernatural creatures, monsters, and generally 'acceptable to kill' entities like Stray Devils; however, that source of Experience would eventually dry up around level fifty. He'd need to start stepping on toes by murdering faction members of acceptable strength. As a Gamer, and thus self-titled Murder Hobo, Corvac would likely find himself ripping apart Gods for Magical Reagents if he went about leveling up this way.

However, he'd then generated a rather interesting hypothesis. Why not 'farm' EXP?

In came the Hybrid Bloodline Trait, the Gaap ability of Mutation, and Mad Science.

His idea was to use the Mutation Ability, Devil Magic, and Mad Science to potentially create entities that were 'up to his level'. He could then order them to attack him, have a nice fight, kill them, level up; ad nauseum. It would also net him an army of loyal minions, and Corvac was of the utmost opinion that no Devil had ever gone higher than the Expert level with their Bloodlines besides Diehauser and Sirzeches. The Gaap Bloodline Power had died out in the Great War too soon for its potential to truly be excavated or even tangentially heard about, as his mother didn't have the trait.

'I'll need to learn warding and the magic surrounding the Rating Game space. I want to be able to fight to my heart's content without attracting attention, and it'd be nice to have a secret lab. Maybe I can copy those Wizards of Oz and set up in the Dimensional Gaap?'

Shaking himself from those thoughts, as they were ultimately better left for when he reached that point and needed new things to kill, Corvac stood up.

'I guess the best thing for me to do right would be to play it low. Hmm, I guess I could do some contract work .That'd likely get me out and about into the Human World.'

Corvac cracked his neck and ventured out of his study, heading to the library. There he found the teleportation coordinates to the Familiar Forest.

Calling on human magic instead of Devil Magic, Corvac superposed the coordinate frame with his own bodily dimensions, calculated a position he wanted to replace, and…

His vision suddenly shifted, with him standing at the edge of a massive forest, overgrown life edging towards a sudden abrupt edge of grassy plains.

"Who goes there!" A voice shouted and from the canopy of the forest a figure leaped into the air. His wings spread out into a total of ten, the old man's gaze scanning around, before finding a deadpanning Corvac staring up at him. The young devil waved up to the man who flew down, a frown on his face.

"I don't know you…but you look familiar." The old man muttered as he stroked his thickly beard chin.

"Hello, Familiar Master." Corvac greeted casually, "Name's Corvac Vepar."

The old man blinked, "Saan Gaap and Novrov Vepar's son?" He muttered, "You certainly look the part, but you should be a few hundred years old! Or dead!"

Corvac rolled his eyes, "I was sealed in my family's catacombs as the Great War came to an end. I've only recently gone out to find everything changed. New Satans, no war, honestly I'm just pissed that I can't go out and slaughter the Crows anymore." His hand flared with the malignant energies of Blight, something that captured the Familiar Master's attention.

The old man chuckled, "Damn straight, kiddo!" He laughed, "I miss the days I could make cloaks out of their feathers." He sighed, "Well, you here for a Familiar, lad?"

Corvac nodded, "A few actually. I need one to spread my contracts, and another for more personal reasons." His demonic energy gained a strange taint to it, one that made the grass at his feet tremble and start to grow at a rapid pace, mutating into a hundred different shades and values of color.

The old man's eyes were wide, "Well then, don't let me stop you lad. Although, I do have to warn you, you're a bit…weak to be treading into the forest."

Corvac chuckled, "I know, old man. The seal did some strange things to me, but I'll be hearty and hale by the time I get some blood on my hands. I hope you don't mind me taking a few heads?"

The Familiar Master snorted, "Be doing my job for me. Have at it boyo."

Corvac smiled and spread his own wings, a total of four spreading out as he darted into the air and flew low into the branches. His mind started to summon forth various forms of magick that he promptly used to enhance himself. His thought ran faster, his senses accelerated, time slowed as his perception sped up and he dilated his body outside of the local time-stream.

He breathed deeply, briefly falling into meditation and allowing his insane regeneration rate of MP to instantly top himself back up on Magick, repeating the process and only taking a few real time micro-seconds of pauses to instantly fall back into meditation and regenerate his magical energies.

Corvac beat his wings and zoomed towards an energy source he detected, finding a Hell Beast eating its way into the cadaver of a silver deer, one of the sacred animals that Devil Kind had stolen from Artemis over the course of history.

He didn't dive down and instead raised his hand to the air. A multi-layered magical formula spread over his hand, his mind processing the algebraic locational formulas to create a seeking and homing spell, adding in the mental desire of intent and locking down the concepts of life-force, magical signature, general profile, shape, and smell of the creature picked up on the wind. Once the core components of the spell were created, he started creating the flavor of the spell.

For this beast, he noticed it was a Demon Tongue, a multi-mouthed creature with black tongues and several arms capped with exceptionally hard and durable spikes it used as melee weapons to bludgeon and impale its prey. A beast of Gluttony's Circle, and one that was resistant to Acid. He'd memorized several bestiaries of Hell and the Underworld's denizens, as he lived here, and thus liked to know what creatures he'd be facing.

With the creature's profile in mind, Corvac surmised that the best way to kill it without expending too much energy was to cast Blight Bolt. He also figured now was a good place to test his theory regarding Plague Mouth's potential.

Corvac leveraged his Shapeshifting abilities, his right arm twisting and molding into an arm decorated with gaping mouths and slavering jaws. He controlled the blood within his body to penetrate through his pores and manipulated the blood to decorate the skin around the mouths into a complex symbolic 'ritual' of plague and disease, one that he'd taken and modified from Sumerian Nergal and Phoebus Apollo.

While he was constructing Plague Mouth, Corvac had already sent out Blight Bolt. It was the most basic attack of his Blight Bloodline, but a spell that was exceptionally effective. A homing spell that used the basics of missile guidance systems with ingrained intelligence that subtracted where it wasn't from where it was, and thus guided itself to where it needed to be; information that was gathered through as many sensory spells stacked onto the projectile. It was a spell that was inherently encrypted and warded from any form of perception magick or divination to prevent Akuja's Formula from divining what forms of detection he needed to obscure to avoid the spell, or any form of precognition that would divine what chaotic paths the spell would take.

He watched it fly for a brief moment, and the hidden spell-matrix then triggered the time-space-warp and instantly teleported the blackish-green bolt into the back of the feasting creature. It let out a horrific scream as the hidden seed of Mutate triggered as well. He let out a sadistic grin as the creature started to cannibalize its Demonic Energy to feed the numerous seeded plagues, parasites, worms, and diseases that the Mutate ability rapidly diversified and created entirely new strains of disease.

By the time his Plague Mouth was finished being set up, the creature was already a weak shriveled mess, its flesh being used to power the numerous parasitic, fungal, and decomposer species of bacteria that crawled through its necrotic body. Mutant worms and all sorts of other disgusting creatures nested within its body, spreading their young onto the backs of fungal spores that carried off into the wind. He watched a small growth of necrosis spread its way onto a few leaves and the bark of some trees, along with the savaged corpse of the Silver Deer.

'Gaap's ability caused significant amounts of friendly casualties in the war…' Corvac noted with amusement. He held out his mutant arm covered in heretical symbology to the Sumerian and Olympian Faiths, the many mouths on his arm extending their tongues towards the fetid filth of the Demon Tongue's corpse. Corvac flew down to the pile of decay, with the central mouth widening to its fullest, before in a rupture of space, the corpses and a significant amount of earth vanished; devoured by the mouth.

Corvac clenched his fist, letting the mouths digest, process, isolate, and start evolving the various mutant strains of disease within a Gu, and a steady mix of The Power of Mutation.

Corvac glanced at his status and found he'd leveled up a few times and had his skills increase, but he paid no attention to it. He flapped his wings and flew into the air, staring down at his first experience farm. With a harsh flap, he flew forward, diving down into the forest towards the next Hell Beast that caught his ire.

Where the description and thought process behind creating a Blight Bolt was long and lengthy, the actual usage of it was practically instantaneous. To an observer, all of the preparation and creation of the methodical masterpiece of spellwork was done in a mere instance, and thus with a flick of his left wrist he flung a twinned bolt of synced-information-sharing homing bolts of utmost death at a Voyeur Demon. The creature with a singular floating blind eyeball for a head, controlling a bestial body of twisted limbs was blindsided by the twin bolts of death, swinging its bladed claws at one -only for its limb to be blasted into a necrotic ruin in a mere blip of a second- while the other slunk around to its back and dug into the spine.

Corvac flew down the next moment and his multi-mouthed arm snapped the creature within its hammerspace of plague and pestilence.

He flapped up, flying into the skies and looking down to seek more prey.

—

She smelt disease, blight, and twisted life when she woke. Her great mass shifted the manifold treasures decorating her form and cave. With a snort, she gave a low growl and pushed herself up, letting her wings remove the strange scent that invaded her lair away.

Tiamat stalked forward, a shadow of her once Divine Self, but still a powerful Dragon King. Her gleaming blue scales dragged and scraped against the stones of her lair, and with a careen of her head she stared out into the emerald abyss of the Familiar Forest her Patron Devil, Akuja Astaroth had allowed her to stay within. With a snort of dragon fire and a brief extension of her tongue, she tasted the scent of an insidious mixing of demonic energies.

The twin energies were some of the most foul things she'd ever felt. They didn't exactly taste bad, energy was energy, but it was how many life-forms experienced the sensation of manipulating the powers that these aspects of reality granted them. For her, she favored taste and smell, but it seemed that those two aspects were coming to bite her in the tail.

Her mind racked itself for what might be producing such energies, as she sensed them practically spread everywhere within the forest. It avoided areas she'd marked, which was a point in its favor; at least whatever was spreading it was smart, but the winds had carried it to her lair, and now she was curious what might have produced it.

The Dragon King of Chaos flapped her wings and took to the skies, flaring her wings out and letting her massive bulk of forty meters float within the skies above her territory. Her eyes, enhanced by draconic magic and far more perceptive than even Odin's two flying rats, spotted the energy source that was responsible for the taint covering her forest.

Squatted down within a plain of grass was a Devil. He was weak, exceptionally so, but certainly the source of the energy. It wreathed around him like a plague, an energy so corruptive it twisted life around it into cruel mockeries of demonic intention; like the Hell Pits, but worse. The other twisted energy was one of Blight, for there was no better word for it. It spread, and spread, and spread, infecting, parasitizing, consuming, destroying, tainting. It was a powerful aspect of blight too, one that she was shocked to be coming from a devil so weak, for the blight that cloaked him was one that reminded her of distant memories; memories of Nergal's primal pestilences and plagues that wiped away the weak from the earth.

'So that the strong would survive.' She thought sadly, her memories of the Primordial Goddess of Salt Water still strong within her mind. Her memories as the Goddess of Primordial Chaos and Monsters…less so.

She flew down, her presence unrestrained and she'd thought to alert the Devil. Perhaps try to demand some form of payment for his impertinence. However, the Lilith-Spawn just stayed crouched, staring down at his arm with unfathomable focus.

Annoyed at being ignored, the dragon growled, but was still somehow not perceived. She was about to get angry, but the ancient being exercised impossible restraint of her draconic instincts. Instead, she shed her draconic form and walked the world in her more humanoid one.

She strode forward, and hovered over the Devil who was still entirely absorbed by his arm.

'What could he be…' Her heart skipped a beat as she saw what the Devil was staring at so intently.

His arm was a mutant mess of gasping maws, tongues, and mouths. They made no noise as they cried silently. Yet, the one at the center of the Devil's hand drew unique attention.

'An Aspect.' Tiamat thought in utmost shock. An Aspect was the primordial seed for all Divinities. Most Aspects became Divinities on their own, with the Biblical God being the Aspect of Omniscient Light. She herself had once held the Aspect of Salt Water, and was briefly connected to the Aspect of Chaos. Gaea held the Aspect of the Earth, and Nyx the Aspect of Night. They were the core sources of their divine abilities, the domain that they drew power from.

Within the mouth of the Devil's hand babbled a mouth and tongue that held the infantile aspect of Disease, Plague, Pestilence, Parasitism, Mutation, and Deviance.

"Yg'noth Yas'rki, Afl'wygnwn. Sglyv'qwe Asa'qwt." The Devil whispered to himself imperceptibly, and it took a moment for Tiamat to realize that the Devil was connected to the Aspect, and it was speaking through him. Aspects and Divines were the few entities besides Dragons that could connect and potentially breach to the Outer Realms; a mysterious realm of unknowable creation that existed outside of the Dimensional Gap. This infantile Aspect was quite literally speaking the whisperings of the Outer Beings.

Tiamat remembered her own encounter with those things, and knew for all her might, even as a Goddess, that she was nothing.

She didn't know what to do here. Kill them? That'd release the death of an Aspect, its blood and deathly imprint scattering across creation, and one wouldn't want this aspect to die, for an Aspect that was alive was one that was orderly. One that was dead was chaos.

She knew that from experience.

As she was mentally going through her options, she found she hadn't a choice in the matter, for the Devil woke.

"There we are." The devil muttered, and to her shock he pushed his fingers into the mouth in his hand, and then ripped out the aspect's tongue. From the tongue followed intestine, eyes growing on the intestine, more mouths, teeth, stomachs, more and more organs that were mutant and degraded, evolved and superior, diseased, poisoned, and blighted. As it seemed to be never ending, the Devil then plucked the final cord; an umbilical cord.

His green eyes sparkled with glee as he held it above his head, and then squeezed. Blood, golden and red dripped down into the Devil's waiting mouth, before it quickly ran dry, and was discarded into the pile of viscera.

"Ah…simply divine." He muttered, climbing to his feet and stretching his back. He briefly zoned out, and then, out of fucking nowhere.

His powers ascended.

—

Plague Mouth was a spell that he'd theorized after reading the origin of the Divine. Aspects were, in their origin, the most powerful representation of a given concept. They needed conceptual weight, they needed a link and anchor to a reality in which they were given form, they needed to be a concept of the world that was recognized as an undeniable aspect of reality.

Plague Mouth was a spell that used Time Magic, more specifically Time Dilation, a Subspace, his Meditation Skill, and his Bloodline together to create the ultimate 'Gu' Vessel. The Gu Vessel was a Chinese myth of bottles being filled with poisonous insects and then sealed, with the last living insect remaining holding all of the combined poisonous powers of the creatures who fed it.

Then paired with the ritualistic forms of blood magic that were tattooed onto his arm, calling on the aspects of Disease and Medicine from two Gods, one who'd faded into obscurity and the other who was only tangentially connected to disease from his Myths. This gave it 'claim' to the unseated throne of conceptual power. A million years went by within his mouths, and while only a small forest of life had been devoured by him in his hunting, in the realm of microorganisms, a single body was an entire world of resources for them to play, live, reproduce, and set up a family within.

Constantly being blasted with waves of Mutation and Virulent energies that evolved them to become the most hyper-evolved organism to exist within what was effectively lab-settings created what was, in a sense, the first Magical Biological Weapon of Mass Destruction; otherwise known as an infant god representing the concept of biological warfare.

Corvac was sadly hit with the entire 'connection to the Outer-Realms' through being the seeded bed and father of this newborn infant God. But, he was a Gamer. It only took him a few weeks of meditation to raise the Skill to its Max and achieve enlightenment, protecting him from the memetic dangers of the Outer-Realms and then allowing him to consume his infant child to obtain the spark of divinity.

[Name: Corvac Vepar]

[Sex: Male]

[Age: 20]

[Race: Demon God]

[Title: Ultimate Class Demon God]

[Level: 32]

[HP: 320,000/320,000]

[MP: 32,320,000/32,320,000]

[DP: 100/100]

[Attributes]

[BODY - 32 (3200)]

[MIND - 32 (3200)]

[SPIRIT - 32 (320,000)]

[PERKS]

Decaying Existence:

Wonder Wizard:

You hold within you a massive amount of magical potential, dramatically increasing your magical reserves, MIND, SPIRIT, and MP regeneration rate by a factor of ten.

God-Head:

Pure Blooded Devil:

[TRAITS]

Mission Statement: You have a Mission. This is the ultimate goal and aim of your duty. This represents itself as a quest. You will have a real desire to complete the quest.

Patient: You are exceptionally patient. Tedium is of no issue to you, and you are as patient as an enlightened monk. Meditation gains an experience multiplier.

Hybrid-Bloodline: You are a hybrid-bloodline Devil. An exceptionally rare devil who has both of their parent's bloodline traits.

[SKILLS]

Energy Control - 54/100: A developing [Adept] at controlling and utilizing the energies of magic. One has an efficiency rate of 54% when casting without a magical focus.

Energy Senses - 31/100: A nearly developing [Apprentice] at sensing and identifying magical energies.

Meditation - 100/100: A True [Grandmaster] of meditating on the nature of the universe, the self, and one's position within the world. Regenerates [MP] at an accelerated rate of 1000% of your total regeneration rate. You are immune to mental attacks. Your sense of self, mind, and soul is inviolate from all forms of damage or outside alteration that was not willingly undergone. Senjutsu will become exceptionally easy to learn.

The Power of Blight - 76/100: A bare [Expert] in the usage of the Vepar bloodline trait. All wounds inflicted on your enemies can be induced with this bloodline power, conceptually causing all of your attacks to putrefy their wounds and orifices, cause worms, maggots, and parasites to seed themselves inside their bodies, cause all wounds and injuries to necrosize, fester with disease, while preventing all forms of magical healing. Blight can also be used passively as an aura, forcing entities to create magical defenses lest they become prey to the Blight.

The Power of Mutation - 76/100: A bare [Expert] in the usage of the Gaap bloodline trait. This trait takes the corruptive effects of demonic energy to another level, allowing its user to forcibly mutate a creature into a demonic entity. Holding the weaknesses against Light and Holy Magick like any demonic entity, these creatures were once the foot-soldiers and cannon fodder used during the Great War. A sufficiently mutated creation will be utterly loyal to their creator. There is much potential to be had with this clan trait.

Devil Magick - 53/100: You are an improving [Adept] in the art of using the Demonic Magick of Imagination. This magick is merely limited by one's imagination, and Demonic Energy's innate limitations.

Human Magic - 36/100: You are a middling [Apprentice] within the usage of the human magical system based on mathematics and geometry. A more conservative and energy efficient form of magic casting heavily dependent on the Mind stat.

Mad Science - 33/100: You are a developing [Apprentice] within the study of Mad Science, the mixing of magical theories with scientific logic. The creation of many amazing items, weapons, and tools have been the product of this fused skill of Magical Theory and Science.

'From Mid-Class Devil, to an Ultimate Class Demon God; fuck yeah.' Corvac grinned as he inspected his status. Taking a deep breath and spreading his senses, Corvac froze.

Woodenly, he tilted his head to find a wide-eyed Draconic woman staring down at him. 'Seven-Feet Tall at least, bro.' She was entirely naked, baring her absolutely divine body to him, with a killer rack of horns, and another killer rack of somethin' else entirely.

Corvac swallowed because she was a fuckin' Dragon King, which was around the level of a Satan in Dragon Terms, whereas the Heavenly Dragons were Super-Class, and then there were the two Dragon Gods.

Corvac tensed his arm, the various mouths and tongues not fading away, strangely enough. Instead, they just formed strange tattoos on his arm. Shifting tattoos that seemed to stare at things.

'Creepy, cool, and fitting.' Corvac decided. He and the silent dragon stared at one another for a few moments, before Corvac cleared his throat, "Can I…help you?"

"You're crazy, you know that right?" The dragon asked.

Corvac chuckled, "Is my madness truly madness, or is it genius?" He asked as shadows and memories of the Outer Realm danced in his eyes, something that the dragon saw and flinched at.

"How are you still sane?" She asked.

On a mere whim, Corvac meditated, and within a single second, he'd figured out how to use Senjutsu. There was a torrent of life-energies and a melding of self with nature and reality, a strange sensation welled up within his Domain of Mutation, and he felt his divinity leak and connect with the world. The trees around them, the grass, the plants, and even the various animals most connected with the natural world started to visibly shift, evolve, mutate, and degenerate. Corvac fed the world his life-force, his Ki having been unlocked by the flood of life-energies, allowing him the ability to manipulate his HP as a resource. Thousands of HP drained in seconds as he fed it into the environment, and with a single spent point of Divine Energy, infused into his domain of Mutation…

A fungal forest was created, a world of blight, decay, life, and struggle.

"Meditation, and a mastery of the self." Corvac answered distantly, his mind a mile away as he watched the on-goings of an ant colony evolve itself in real time before his very eyes, becoming fierce creatures with toxins that even a High-Class Physical Fighter wouldn't have the endurance to 'sweat out'.

"The voices weighed in their alluring touch, but I kept my anchor, and just drifted with them, but never let them take me across the edge and boundary. They were tempting, but they simply found the wrong audience to tempt." He grinned at the amazonian dragon.

The dragon shook her head, "I stand by my word. You were already insane before the Outer Realms got to you." She said with a bit of amusement in her voice.

Corvac chuckled, "Perhaps." He allowed, "But what is life without a bit of insanity? Variety is the spice of life, but insanity? Insanity is the flavor that makes everything pop!" Corvac laughed, his mind in a thousand different places, and a thousand different worlds within his God-Head.

Holding a mind that was three-thousand-two-hundred times more powerful than the average mortal, he wasn't insane, no. He just thought on a different level entirely!

The draconian woman hummed, "I'd like to know your name, it isn't everyday someone ascends." There was a hint of bitterness in her voice, making Corvac raise a brow.

"My name is Corvac Vepar-Gaap." He bowed at his waist, "A pleasure…"

The dragon raised a brow, "Tiamat." She bowed her head back.

Recognition laced through Corvac's mind, 'Ah yes, she was here, wasn't she?'

"Have I intruded on your territory, King Tiamat?" Corvac asked, unsure what the exact respect was to be given to her.

"Your Blight and Mutation spread itself into my domain. It woke me, I'm afraid." Her voice was casual, but there was a bit of annoyance to it.

Corvac waved his hand, and with even expending a bit of Divine Power, he controlled and corralled his Blight, sealing it away into a tattoo of a mouth that suddenly became real. "My deepest apologies." He bowed again.

"It's fine." Tiamat shrugged, inspecting a mushroom on the ground, "How old are you, Corvac? I've not heard of a Devil by your name."

"I am twenty, but chronologically I am a few hundred years old. My family sealed me away within our crypts during the end of the Great War and were killed during the Civil War; it led to me only waking up recently."

Tiamat narrowed her eyes, "You do know that the Underworld is under rule by a different government, yes?"

Corvac nodded, "Yes, the 'New Satans'. A bland and uninspired name, I must admit, but no better than the Old Satan Faction. They basically just copied the Old and New Testaments." Corvac complained.

Tiamat snorted, but her suspicion remained, "Do you support them? The New Satans?"

Corvac's joviality faded a bit, not hostile, but more neutral. "Support them? No. Against them? No. Both factions are weak, and both factions side with my enemies."

Tiamat raised an eyebrow, "Your enemies?"

The Demon God nodded, "The Great Devil Faction, the one that everyone conveniently decides to forget about until it's too late. A better, if still bland name that practically shouts who owns the faction. They are the oligarchical shadow government that guides the more nuanced workings of Devil Society. I find no desire to be mired within a political web which Zekram Bael weaves." Corvac smirked, "Besides, my newfound ascendance would be a whole entire bomb to drop, besides my dual inheritance of the Vepar and Gaap clan traits; I'd be an earthquake that would shake Devil Society with others attempting to do as I did."

"Ah, you are anti-politics." Tiamat muttered, a soft and amused smile on her face.

Corvac snapped his fingers and nodded, "You get it." He said with a wide grin on his face. He took a deep breath and a thought struck him, "You wouldn't happen to know where I could find a familiar, would you?"

The Dragon King blinked, "You are looking for a Familiar?"

Corvac nodded, "Two in particular. One that is good at stealth, and another that has the most potential. Something like, I dunno, a hydra?"

Tiamat was silent, a pensive look on her face, before one that shifted into utmost stoicism.

"Could you perform that ritual again? To raise a being into God-Hood?" The dragon asked.

Corvac frowned, but then reconsidered, then he too looked pensive. "I'd need to become more powerful, if what you're asking for is what I'm thinking. To raise you back into your divine might, well, that is an easier task than outright creating divinity like I did, as what I did was like all the stars aligning." Corvac held up his arm to show the various tattoos, "The ritual I used and the methods I divined were ones that were truly only viable due to the nature of microorganisms, the somewhat uncontested nature of the various Aspects I combined into Blight and Mutation, along with the two gods I invoked. I'd imagine that Apollo is looking for me, ready to send me into the sun." Corvac chuckled, before staring the listening dragon king in the eye.

"To raise you back into Divinity, we'd first need a claim. You already technically have one, by virtue of being a primordial Goddess. What you lack is the spark to regain your stolen aspect, and here's how I'd go about it."

Tiamat's eyes were wide and she was listening with her utmost attention.

"We'd find Marduk, murder him, and use his skull as a cauldron. Then fill it with salt-water and groundwater, before hunting down and killing a God of the Ocean or Sea; preferably Poseidon, Oceanus, or most uniquely; Hydros. We'd fill the cauldron with his blood, rip his spark out and then I'd rip your soul and combine it with the rites of usurpation, ascendance, tribulation, vengeance, along with Hydros' connection to Primordial Waters and Marduk's domain of Storms. Through your claim, you'd ascend back into a conceptual amalgam of your being as the Goddess of Salt Waters and the Primordial Goddess of Chaos and Monsters."

[Quest Alert]

-Rebirth of The Primordial Chaos-

Assist Tiamat in Ascending into Divinity

Corvac didn't even react to the quest alert, and instead just watched as the Dragon King before him had the most bloodthirsty, wild, and sadistic smile on her face.

'Hmm, it's getting a bit hot in here, no?' He used a bit of Divine Power to adjust his pants.

Her wild eyes snapped to him, and her body wrapped around his own, arms curling around his torso, her mouth then started to suck on his ear. "Please?" She whispered.

Corvac chuckled, "I wouldn't have explained if I was going to say no." Her teeth found his neck and he held back a moan as her hands started to roam. Tiamat growled, "Swear it. Swear you'll help me. I'm fucking tired of men coming to me and promising, and promising, and promising!" She picked him up and slammed him into the ground, the impact would have shattered a human's spine, but it barely even registered to the horny Demon God.

"Swear that you'll do this, and I'll swear myself to you." She hissed, her draconic heritage showing itself at the declaration.

His palm split open on its own accord, "To this I do swear." Corvac intoned as he swept his blood up onto his thumb and fed it through the dragon's lips. She moaned as his hands found her supple curves, digging into them, before he started to nip at her neck. The contract bound itself as the two playfully explored one another, before Corvac flipped her over onto her back.

He then leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, "I'll take you when you're at your greatest." He whispered softly. Then he stood up, and smiled, holding a hand out. The dazed dragon took it and was hauled up, the shorter man's head resting on her shoulder, an arm slung around her waist. "Now, where's that other familiar?"

That jolted her out of her daze, and Corvac was then greeted with a horny pout. He wagged his eyebrows, "Never had a man play hard to get?" Corvac asked with amusement as he separated. "I have things to do, even more to kill, contracts to seed, and power to accrue. If we're going to be hunting divinity, I'll be needing some time to prepare." He smoothed his vest, and grinned at Tiamat.

"Join me in this wild ride, partner?"

Tiamat smiled widely.