The Lightning Player

by Newb to the game

Taken from the past and shoved into the future. James's life was bleak. Until he learned of a new game that he had heard of before.

15. Lizardmen Subjugated, Village Tested

A/N Lizardmen, subjugated, Village tested

Alt title: Half-Elf, interested

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Anyumaaka: He technically is a god 3 times over. Raijin is a world class job that incorperates War, Lightning, Wind and Storm god qualities. God of Lighting, is obvious. But Raijin is another Divine class covering Lightning and Wild spheres. Making him a god three times over.

It's an exploitive combo, but that's what Yggdrasil was all about.

And maybe in the future. But Shalltear has her own baths.

Church21: Momonga and Zamaina play off of each other to keep each other human. Momonga keeps giving him tasks and fumbling his own, making Zamaina reel in his bestial nature and want to indulge in order to help his friend, while his Human side doesn't mind helping his friend because he enjoys it.

While Momonga is kept human by just having a friend to fuck with him and allow him to take off the mask. None of the NPC's are willing to speak on equal footing with Momonga, even though that's all he wants. Zamaina, does. He treats Momonga how he wants to be treated.

Also, Zesshi could survive a bite, whether or not one of the stronger NPCs could is up in the air. And Zamaina's pack mentality won't allow him to risk any genuine harm on his pack.

AllahDeluxe: um, okay?

Some1call4MR-E: Ninya never fainted. Also, it's stated that all of the world is polluted as hell. And I did have Zamaina reference it a few times. Like when thinking about his cousin and how his coke addiction can no longer be fed after his income was cut due to how regulated arable land is. But the main reason the rest of the dystopia isn't talked about, is because it doesn't really matter.

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-Dummy Nazerick, post battle-

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James "Zamaina" Petrosky POV

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The battle was a splendid one. And I couldn't stop grinning as I watched it progress.

The way those brothers faced death with a smile? And how they knew they would die but still went out kicking. And the maneuver with the blood was inspired.

I want to fight them! I want to see that fighting spirit expanded on.

But for now.

"And not only that my Lords, would it not be better to have representatives?" Cocytus asks. "As one with no experience in governance, it would assist me greatly to have more insight into how the lizardmen operate. Insight I believe they may provide. Further more, I feel-"

"That's enough." Momonga raises a hand to stop the insectoid warrior. "You've made your point."

"I for one, am convinced." I say with a nod as I uncross my arms and rest my hands on my hips. "So long as they understand their place of course."

"You truly believe so?" Momonga asks with a side glance back to me. And I nod in return. "Hmm, very well! I shall have the brothers resurrected. If there is any who may retrieve their bodies, do so."

"Actually lord." Cocytus speaks up.

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Crusch Lulu POV

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This place is so strange. It is like a hut that is built larger any chief's hut. Only, there is no rope holding the wood together. And inside, there are more walls. Like a hut inside a hut. With more wood to act as dividers that open into more huts. Acting as an entrance cloth on the inside.

It's like I've stepped into a new world. Everything here is so foreign.

'I wonder if Zaryusu would recognize any of this.' I ponder solemnly. 'If he'd seen any of this on his travels.'

"In here, I'll trust you to mind your manners." The warrior of ice, Cocytus says as he approaches a large set of wooden entrance cloths. Though, I guess they would be called entrance woods?

No that doesn't sound right.

'Focus!' I reprimand myself. 'Before you is your mate's slayer, in there is his master. The ruler of death. Harden yourself Crusch, no mistakes. Or Zaryusu's child might not survive.'

Stepping into the room, I'm assaulted by a council of myth. If it were just a line of monsters, that'd be one thing. But it's not.

There's the horrid embodiment of death. Draped in darkness and with eyes gleaming with a cold and calculated glare. Behind him to the left, or his right. Is a regal looking wolfman, black fur with blue paint. No, on second glance, it's blue patterned. Looking on with the disinterest of a predator with a full stomach, but appraising its next meal nonetheless. Wearing the finest black chest armor with blue etchings, a furred cloak of the highest quality, and a loin skirt to defend his modesty.

In front of the skeletal being on a seat of death, to his right. Is a smaller albino human. She wears a smile, but her eyes tell me she has no interest in me. Rather, she's looking through me. The being on death's left, could not be further from that. She's looking at me the way one would a suspicious smelling fish. Her yellow eyes casting a hateful glare as the raven's wings at her hips stay stock still. While the red suited, tanned elf looks to me with a smile. His eyes concealed by shining glass.

Next to him, is another albino human with purple hair, taller than the red eyed one, but shorter than the yellow eyed one. She gives off a kind aura, but is similarly looking at me with disinterest. But her eyes, full of blue and purple hues, are glossed over and implying she's blind. Returning to the other side, past the shorter albino, are two elven children with mismatched eyes. One looking on with an eager smile, or at least I think it's a smile. The other looking on shyly.

Then the final being, is that of one who I can scarcely classify. He stands upright, like a human. And is muscled like one. But he has armored scales around him, his forearms, his shins, his head. His legs more closely resemble a lizardman's. But he has a tail unlike most I've seen, thick, tapering out to a thin spear like tip. His form is somehow both the most familiar, and the most foreign to me.

This, is a room of myth and legend. Their gazes tell me that before them, I am a novelty at best. But nothing special.

"You, called for me my lord?" I ask as I keep my head low. "How may this lowly servant serve you?"

"First, speak your name for us all to hear." The ruler of death instructs.

"Very well, I am the head priest, druid and guide to the lizardmen. Crusch Lulu." I inform him.

"Hmm, thank you for coming, Crusch Lulu." He says, speaking my name as though he gained something valuable.

'Is this it?' I wonder. 'Is this were I am to lose my soul?'

"Of course my lord." I keep my voice low and soft. "Please accept me and my people's pledge of allegiance."

I hear the sharp taps of his feet on the wood below us. And I hold in my fear as I sense him approaching.

'Stay calm, don't offend him.' I tell myself over and over. But my body is want to do what it wants. And I can't keep myself from shivering in fear.

And flinching as I feel his cold, hard hand on my shoulder.

"Now that that is over, I have a special request I'd like to ask of you." He says as he starts caressing my skin.

'Stay strong Crusch.' I tell myself as I mentally resign to whatever fate is in store for me.

"What would you have me do?" I respond, surprising myself at how I kept my fear out of my voice.

Perhaps, it's because I don't fear for myself anymore? Rather, I only worry for, our child. Yes, that's it. So long as I can guarantee our child's safety. I don't care what happens to me.

"This is less of an order and, more of a favor." He says, his voice like an arrow covered in poisoned honey. "Do this for me, and I'll return Zaryusu back to life."

My heart stops so fast, I thought for a second I was dead. That somehow, I was the one slain in battle and the rest of this has been a trial by the ancestor spirits.

"Y-you can do that?" I ask, not willing to believe such a thing so easily.

But then again, I never thought a mountain could walk. Or that the lake which never freezes, would freeze.

"Life and death are mere states of being." He says with the casual confidence of a fletcher, telling one how to string a bow. "Like sleeping and being awake. It is easy for one such as I to move others between such states."

If that's true, then.

"What would you have this slave do my lord?" I ask as I look to the hand caressing my shoulder. "Would you like to, partake of my body?"

'I'm sorry Zaryusu.' I tell myself. 'But if having you back means betraying you once, then I'll just spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Even if you never come to love me again, the idea that you'll be alive and happy to raise our child. That's enough for me!'

"Uh, uh, no. Not quite." The voice which was once so dominating, stutters.

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James "Zamaina" Petrosky POV

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"It's a small price to pay no?" He asks after clearing the air on that hilarious misunderstanding.

'Why does he find himself in these situations so often?' I wonder. 'Me I get. I have a working dick. Him on the other hand, he has every bone except the one that counts!'

It also doesn't help that apparently, werewolves are used as allegories for predators in many tales humans tell. Both sexual and not.

Basic formula is a man who only rarely shows his true colors. Taking advantage of everyone around him to get what he wants, no matter who he hurts. But deep down, he can't hide how much of a monster he is.

Spun around and around and suddenly you have the modern conception of a werewolf preying on virgins to carry his pups. Or feed them to his pups if he already has some.

Ninya is just a wealth of this world's common sense.

[Do you have any idea how sleazy you looked?] I message Momonga.

[What, how?]

[Turn around.] I tell him as I lean down and start rubbing Shalltear's shoulder.

"Ho!" She gives a cute little squeak before relaxing into my caress.

Momonga goes slack jawed for several seconds as I see the lights in his eyes flicker a bit. And the message is cut off.

"Right then, Zamaina!" He says as I stop rubbing Shalltear's shoulder, much to her disappointment. "I'll leave this matter to you then. I trust you to carry this ordeal out as I would. Until then, there are documents I need to go through."

He then teleports away, leaving me to shoulder the responsibility. Not that I mind, I got a bit of amusement out of that. So I guess we'll call it even.

"Right then." I say as I step forward past the pouting vampire. "Meruem, assist Aura and Indarun in organizing the Tob Village. Mizore, check in with Neuronist and see how the intelligence gathering is going. Mare, I want you to check in on the Dryads and Trents in the Green Hole. Demiurge, I trust you're looking into project Witch?"

"Naturally my lord." He smiles.

"Good, we can discuss that further at a later date." I say and turn to Shalltear, who looks at me with sparkles in her eyes. As though to say 'is it my turn!?' "Shalltear, um."

Fuck! I don't have anything for her.

"Return to your post and I'll meet you there for further details." I say and move to Albedo. "Go follow Momonga. Make sure he doesn't get too lonely with all the papers he goes through."

She nods and conceals a squeal and a blush as she opens a gate for the rest to go through. Baring Aura, Meruem and Cocytus.

"Alright." I say as I turn to the wide eyed albino lizard lady. "Lead the way."

Looking over the white scaled lizard lady. I can't help the thought that comes first to my mind.

See this makes sense! She's a reptile, no tits!

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-Lizardmen Village-

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Using my rechargeable wand of resurrection. I channel the magic contained within and point it to the dead reptile as his head rests in Crusch's lap.

It takes a few seconds, but he eventually stirs awake. Opening his eyes as Crusch frantically calls his name.

"Morning sunshine." I say as the lizardman looks to Crusch, then to me.

"W-whaht?" He says with a lisp. "Y-your tha wofman. Tha one who, followsh the undead."

"Close enough I suppose." I say as I cross my arms. "So, how does it feel to die, and come back?"

"I, I'm alive?" He asks, looking around with wide eyes as he takes in his surroundings, including the deformed hydra coming up to nudge him. "But, but how?"

"He brought you back dear." Crusch says with a smile.

"You, I shee." He says and moves to his knees. "You, you are a god of life. Just as the skeleton is a god of death. I, am humbly in your service!"

'God of life, eh?' I wonder, as the would turns to mist and fog.

"Is it any wonder you'd be seen as such?" I hear behind me, but don't move to look.

He'll show himself on his own.

"Just surprising is all." I say as I cross my arms. "That they so readily prostrate themselves."

"It is the nature of the strong, to take and guide." He says from beside me as a mist of white fog circles around Zaryusu. "And it is the nature of the weak, to submit and listen. The greater the divide, the deeper that influence goes. From following a friend, to obeying, subservience, reverence, veneration, worship."

The white fog slowly creeps from Zaryusu, to Crusch, and then spreads out behind them into the darkness. Where the forms of several, but not all, of the Lizardmen are outlined by the fog.

"They see me as a god, because I do godly things." I say.

Some of the fog outlines dissipate.

"No, it is not enough to simply be capable." Odin says as he taps his staff, the fog reeling back. "You can have all the power in the world, and have none wish to serve you."

He taps his staff again. And the fog reels back further. Revealing more and more of the lizardmen onlookers.

"To be a god, you must be more." He says. "A god, is not just a man with power. It is a man worthy of power."

I see where this is going.

"If I am to be a god." I say as I look to the blindfolded man. "I must carry myself as such. Be larger than life, present myself with an air of authority. Separate myself from the masses that are to worship me?"

"Yes." He says simply. And without tapping his staff, the fog reels in. Leaving just the two of us.

"Then I don't want it." I say, and the dark fog. It doesn't reel back, but it recedes some.

Odin is quiet for a bit. Not moving, not saying anything. Before finally, he speaks.

"You would pass, on godhood?" He asks.

"I already am a god." I say, referring to my two divine classes, God of Lightning and Raiju, and my world class, Raijin. "Three times over. I don't need worshippers to validate myself."

As I speak, the fog lessens more and more. Becoming less dense. But doesn't recede.

"Hmm." Odin hums as he looks from me, to look up at the blackened sky. "Perhaps. But answer me this, who is speaking? The man, or the wolf?"

I pause as I stare at the argumentative man.

I'm not even surprised. He's in my head, why wouldn't he know. But, it is a valid question. And it causes me to think.

I, don't care either way. I'm vain, I know that. I'm gluttonous and want to be lazy. But the gluttony is Zamaina, the laziness is James. I wouldn't mind being worshipped. But, it's not like I would seek it out.

"Me." I finally answer with a glare.

Odin, only hums in thought before disappearing as I return to the present.

"I am not a god of life." I answer, shocking the lizardman into looking up. "I am a god of storms, the wilds and war."

Not a lie. Raijin counts as War and Storm domain. Which encompasses air, lightning, water and battle. Raiju counts as a divine class in both wild magic and lightning magic.

It's only through a specific exploit of being a heteromorph that I even got the World Job Class. If I were a human, I'd need ninety levels in lightning or general storm based classes and then max out a god of storm, thunder or lightning job class. Leaving the final five for Raijin. I got Raiju, for maxxing my werewolf race tree, and having nothing but lightning based job classes.

It's how I can fight Touch Me and confidently say I have a one out of five chance of winning. Not that I ever actually beat him. Man was a beast of a player.

"Then, how?" He asks.

"On my friend's authority." I give a grin. "The ruler of life and death."

"So the god of the wilds, is beholden to the god of life and death?" I hear Crusch murmur softly.

"He's my friend." I correct her. "I am no more beholden to him than he is to me. I just defer to his judgement because he's wiser than I am."

I'm not completely lying there. Momonga is wise. He just doesn't realize it due to low self esteem. But, he is a good mediator, and is a good leader. He has the ability to put his personal feelings aside to make the right calls and prioritize the right things.

He's earned my loyalty, and more importantly, my friendship. Truly, he is my best friend. It's why I do so much around the tomb. I don't want him to lose himself to the persona he's putting on. To forget how to take off the mask.

"I, I shee." He says before looking up with a snap.

"Yes I intend to resurrect your brother and friend." I say with a raised hand.

"How did-"

"It's obvious if you think about it." I say, cutting him off and buying time for my wand of resurrection. It has ten charges, and recharges at a rate of one per twelve hours. As opposed to a normal wand of resurrection. Which has about fifty charges, can be spammed, but once it's out. It's out.

Lesser wands had about ten charges, and greater had about a hundred. But I'm getting side tracked.

'Wait, why am I buying time?' I ask myself. 'I'm not planning on needing it. And I'll still have seven charges.'

"There's only a handful of reasons you'd snap up like that." I explain. "And seeing the current topic, well. I suppose it'd be rude to make them wait, not that I believe they'd care."

After that, I resurrected Shasuryu Shasha. Which went a bit-

"You fool!" His wife smacks him after he got done pledging his allegiance to me. "You knew you'd die! But did you think of me? What of our egg? Did you think of your unhatched child? No!"

The life of a happily married man. Luckily, I was never happily married. So I never had to endure this joy.

Oh well. Not my circus, not my monkeys. Moving on!

Resurrecting Zenberu was a tad different. Namely, because there wasn't a female to fawn or fault him. There was the entirety of the Dragon Tusk Tribe. All eagerly awaiting the resurrection of their brave and strong leader.

Upon casting the spell however.

Zenberu opens his eyes with a snap.

"Chief Zenb-" One of his loyal attendees is cut off by an uppercut from the large armed lizard.

"I am back!" He shouts as he rises to his feet and points to the lizardman he uppercutted. "And stop calling me chief! Last I checked I said whoever killed me would be chief got it!"

"R-Right." The offended lizardman acquiesces while rubbing his jaw.

"Hmm." Zenberu nods. "Right then! Time for a nap."

He then falls forward, passed out.

"Hmm." Cocytus grumbles. "They've a strong spirit. But it is clear discipline will be needed for them to advance."

"I agree." I nod as I look out to the lake.

Overall? I think I like these people.

And this land, it just speaks to me. Might grab a fishing pole and fish sometime soon. Find a new way to relax.

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-6 days later, Slane Theocracy, Silksuntects, inner council chamber-

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3rd Person POV

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The council chamber of the six cardinals and the Pontifex Maximus. Normally rife with discussion and debate.

Was quiet.

None wish to speak, because to speak would be to acknowledge the current dilemma. It was as though whoever spoke first, would take the blame for the current issue. And no one, wanted to shoulder the responsibility of this particular problem.

"We can't keep this up." The Cardinal of Fire, Berenice Nagua Satini, said.

A portly woman in her fifties with an air that could best be described as that of a stern mother. Berenice had decided that ignoring the issue, was no longer an option.

"Raymond, do you have any news?" The Cardinal of Wind, Dominic Ihre Partouche asks.

Dominic was a long faced man with a temper. Having served in the Sunlight Scripture, his hatred of lesser beings is unrivaled.

"No." Raymond says solemnly. "All I can do, is confirm that the connection, was severed."

Raymond, former Black Scripture member and current head of the scriptures. Is perhaps the youngest in the room, as well as Cardinal of Earth.

The room goes silent once more. None wanting to acknowledge the horror of the statement. The connection that Raymond spoke of, being the life crystals linked to each of the Scripture's members. When a scripture member is elevated, they are given a life crystal to attune to. If at any point they die, the crystal stops glowing.

"I can say, it wasn't the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord." Raymond speaks up. "Because the Thousand Leagues Astrologer, managed to view the whole ordeal. And, I believe it is worse than we thought."

"How could losing the entire Black Scripture sans two members possibly get worse!" Dominic rages, slamming his fist on the table. "We lost all of the godkin save four members. Two of which are small children, one refuses to choose a husband less they can defeat her, and the other is infertile!"

"And that's not even including the relics of the six great gods we lost in the ordeal." Cardinal of Light, Yvon Jasna Delacroix speaks up. A long faced man with stoic features and stern eyes.

The others say nothing. For this dilemma, losing the legacy of Earth, Water, Light and Air. Only the legacy of Darkness and Fire remain. And the Legacy of Darkness, has no intentions of marrying.

On top of this, the Sunlight Scripture was snuffed out not two weeks before. And with it, two of the god's artifacts. Add on the Miko's Diadem of Darkness stolen by the traitor Clementine. Lost when the Adamantine adventurer Inazama, butchered her in a rage over her showing off the adventurer plates she collected. Now, the Black scripture's artifacts are lost as well. Of the hundred artifacts of the gods. The knowledge that almost half were lost in the span of a month.

Can only be said to be a tragedy. And a failing of the current priesthood.

"Raymond, please continue." The long, grey haired man that is the Cardinal of Water, Zinedine Delan Guelfi, asks.

"Very well." Raymond nods and does so. "It wasn't the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord, but rather a single vampire, that annihilated the Black Scripture."

Raymond was unable to continue. Due mostly in part to the uproar. How could one vampire take out the entire scripture? Many of whom were Godkin and equipped with the strongest artifacts of the gods. What could've happened?

Those thoughts were all being loudly voiced. All at once and with no cohesion.

"Silence!" The Pontifex Maximus finally speaks up. And only upon the cardinals lack of continued voices, does he gesture for Raymond to continue.

"Right, well. It's not pretty." Raymond says, diverting as much as he can. Not wanting to voice the words himself. "But, Divine Chain failed on the vampire."

Another raucous ensured. And Raymond merely closed his eyes as though he knew this would happen. And he very well may have.

Once the group was once again cowed to silence by the Pontifex Maximus, Raymond continue describing Thousand Leagues Astrologer's report. How Time Turbulence was unable to escape her. One Man Army barely scratched her. Infinite Magic was useless. Myriad Barriers was, ironically, defenseless.

One by one. The Black Scripture fell much in the same way as the Sunlight Scripture. Brutally, quickly, and without mercy.

"We need to recover their bodies." Dominic says, and Yvon nods in agreement.

"That, may not be so easy." Raymond says and holds a hand up to stop yet another outburst. "The area, was also under the predation of another vampire species known as a Wendigo."

"A what?" Berenice asks with a look that could be called a slight sneer, but was just her way of cocking a brow.

"Our spies in E-Rantel gave us the details, and even formed a composite sketch of the creature." Raymond says as he passes around the papers he came in with. Much to the disgust of the other cardinals.

It truly was a horrid beast. Vacant eyes, where a vampire traditionally had two fangs, this one had a mouth full of them. A receding gum line gave the illusion of the teeth being longer than they actually were. And a snubbed nose all on a withered face.

"Ghastly." Is about the only thing that can be said about it.

"It was killed by the Adamantite Adventurer team Darkness." Raymond continues to explain. "They went on two missions to kill the beast. The first, was an exploratory mission to confirm its existence. Where the Mythril team Kralgra lost a member. A follow up mission saw Kralgra wiped out, and Darkness surviving after collapsing a mountainside using carefully placed explosives, killing the beast in its lair."

"And what does this have to do with being unable to retrieve the corpses and equipment?" Yvon demands to know.

"Because, according to Darkness, a Wendigo eats everything from the food it finds. And if it finds bodies left alone, it will drag them back to its lair to feast on them." Raymond says, and upon seeing some of the cardinals not getting it, continues. "It's lair, being the cave in the mountain that was collapsed. If the vampire left the Black Scripture in the clearing, then they are eaten, and their equipment is under a mountain. And later reconnaissance reveals the bodies to be missing from the clearing."

A solemn silence reigns in the room once more. The only solace the Cardinals can take, being that The Black Scripture didn't suffer and received quick deaths. And that the equipment is likely safe under several tons of rock and earth.

"What about Certain Death?" The Pontifex Maximus asks.

"I, plan to inform her myself later today." Raymond says sadly.

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-Meanwhile, Nazerick, Room of Truth-

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"What's your deepest secret sweetie?" The amorphous, grotesque being known as Neuronist Painkill asks the man known as One Man Army. Clementine's twin and older brother.

"I'll, never!" He grits his teeth in pain as the weights on his ankles are increased. Pulling him further down on the wooden horse, driving splinters into his balls, taint and sphincter. Not to mention the splinters in his thighs.

"Oh, such a shame darling." Neuronist tuts as she taps his chest. "While I do like strong men, stubborn men just give me the ick."

"The gods, will see you, rot in oblivion!" He cries out before screaming in pain.

"Deary." Neurnist tsks as she steps back and crosses one arm under what could've been called her bust, were she human, or even a she and not androgynously sexed. "You still don't seem to get it. There are only two gods you need to worry about, and they've ordered for your knowledge."

"We'll, never!"

Whatever he was about to say, is cut off by the door opening to the room. Revealing a dainty, beautiful girl. One so captivating it nearly stirred his tortured manhood to life. Before seeing the glowing red eyes indicating her status as a vampire.

"Lady Shalltear!" The lead torturer says before giving what could only be described as a clumsy bow.

"You, you're the, vampire." He grits out before his next words dry up in his mouth.

Right behind her. Walking in with a bit more energy than he would expect from her. Dressed in a pink silk dress and wearing shoes, hair done in a single braid. Looking none the worse for wear. Eleventh Seat, Infinite Magic.

"You may rise head torturer." The familiar voice of his killer says before looking to him with a smirk.

Then looking down his naked form and grimacing at his shriveled manhood.

"I can understand your hostility." She giggles behind a hand. "If I were so unendowed, I'd be overly frustrated to compensate as well."

It may have been the words of an enemy meant to taunt and undermine him. But that didn't make the words any less hurtful and biting.

"Acianna." He calls to his comrade through the delirium of pain, ignoring the stab at his pride as best he can. "What, what are you doing? I, I thought you said you were going to try and negotiate."

She had given them a load of false information. And they all understood to act upset so that they would separate. And Acianna, Infinite Magic, would try to negotiate or find a way to escape. Maybe contact the extra seat to break them out.

What is she doing? Dressed and walking beside their captors into the room he was being tortured in?

"S-sorry." She mutters and looks away ashamed.

"She's been a wealth of information. Quaiesse." The vampire gives a sweet smile.

Acianna gives him a look of surprise. Likely not expecting to be ratted out so quickly.

"I-I didn't tell her that!" Acianna tries to say. But the fifth seat can't believe her.

Who else would know his name other than a fellow member of the Black Scripture?

"Oh no need to be shy dear." The vampire says before grabbing Acianna's hand and yanking her to her knees and cupping her cheek, causing the girl to blush. "After all we've, discussed and done."

The vampire then licks Acianna's cheek. And the girl only blushes further, not even flinching. Showing just whose side she was supposedly on.

'Guess this explains why she attacked any man who hit on her.' Thought the fifth seat morosely as he comes to terms with the betrayal.

Little does he know, he's just being used as a pawn. In the conditioning of his teammate.

By severing her connections to her past relationships. All that's left for the vampire, is to hammer in just who she has left. And who she should concern herself with.

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-5 hours later, Slane Theocracy, God's reliquary-

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Antilene "Certain Death" Fouche POV

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'Damned test.' I think in irritation as I finally get one side, but can't figure out how to get another without disrupting the side I already got.

"Zesshi." I'm brought out of my frustration by the sound of an old friend.

"Raymond?" I ask curiously as I look up. Seeing the man who looks to be thirty years my senior, despite being a quarter my age. "Not often I see you down here."

I shrug and go back to my attempts at the Cube of Rubicks. Determined to at least get a third side for the first time.

"No, I suppose you don't." He says before chuckling. "Old age and stairs just don't go well together it seems!"

Seeing right through his attempts. I side eye the man with an unimpressed look. Before returning to the cube.

"Who died?" I ask with disinterest, before continuing upon not hearing an explanation. "Come now Raymond, it's been how many years? I know you. I may not be your big sister anymore but you really haven't changed."

"Neither have you it seems." He gives a tired sigh. "Of the Black Scripture members, only you and Thousand Leagues Astrologer are left."

"What?" Is all I can say after a moment of pause. The cube being forgotten as I feel my heart pound.

"A single Vampire on the outskirts of E-Rantel." He sighs sadly. "I know you don't much care for your comrades. But I thought you should know."

"Why not send it in a report?" I ask as I form a plan in my head. "Have one of the help send it to me."

"Zesshi, Ann." Raymond gives a tired sigh. "We both know you wouldn't have read it."

"I suppose you're right." I sigh before walking past the Cardinal, handing him the test of patience.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"To my room." I say with a shrug. "I have some things I need to think on."

'Like how much gold it's going to take to get a Sleipnir and take it to E-Rantel.' I think with a grin.

Vampires and Mortals can't conceive children. But, if this being wiped out my precious comrades. Then I doubt the upper stiffs would be too upset at me, avenging them.

'Not like they can even stop me if they wanted to.' I think as I feel my excitement bubble for the first time in a century.

Mommy's gonna have fun!

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-Meanwhile, Carne Village-

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Enri Emmot POV

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"Y-you don't have to follow me to the wash Miss Lupusregina!" I shout to the, newly revealed, werewolf.

"I'm just doing as I was ordered Enny!" She says with a teasing grin.

"And I order you not to follow me!" I shout. "Wait at the counter and make tea! And then make some more!"

The redheaded werewolf crosses her arms with a huff and turns away from me.

"You're no fun." She pouts. "No wonder you're so single. I mean, here I am offering myself and you refuse to take advantage of me. You might as well scream frigid!"

I ignore the pervy girl and close the door behind me. Leaving me in the wash room alone with the wash tub.

I sigh as I begin taking off my clothes. It's true that I can't stand how, insistent she's become. But, I can't deny that I appreciate her lax attitude towards me.

Ever since I became chief, it seems like everyone is so removed from me. Like I lost my friends in the village. Lupusregina, the goblins, Nfi and Nemu are the only ones who treat me the same as before.

Mostly at least.

"I don't know what they were thinking." I sigh as I sink into the fire heated water. "Making me chief of all people. And giving me a maid? Who just happens to be a werewolf? What's next? Am I going to get a ghost for a butler and ride a flaming horse into battle?"

What is my life lately?

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-Outside the village, airspace above the village-

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Kouri Toll POV

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"Well, I don't know about butler." I say as I crush the viewing specter eye and return my sight to normal. "But I know of a ghost who'll serve you a wake up call!"

Time to get to work!

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Enri Emmot POV

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"At least I have some time to rela-"

"Attack!" I hear Kaijali shout before ringing the bell.

"Oh ho hooooaah! What now!?" I can't help but whine as I shoot up out of the tub and run to the door. Throwing a towel on and rushing out to the main room.

"Sounds like an attack!" Lupusregina says way too cheerfully as she keeps making the tea.

"I hear that!" I say as I rush to my room and throw on my clothes as fast as I can and rushing back out.

"Well you asked." She shrugs with a wolfish grin that should make me feel uneasy. But, it doesn't.

Rather, it reminds me of Lord Zamaina for some reason.

"I was being sarcastic." I huff as Nemu runs in the door alongside Nfirea.

"Sis/Enri!" She and Nfi shouts as she runs up to me as Nfirea stops himself on the doorframe.

"I know!" I say as I pick Nemu up and hurry out. Causing Nfirea to step aside as we walk hurriedly, coming to the town center with the rest of the villagers and goblins and ogres.

"Boss lady!" Jugem says as he turns and notices me.

"Jugem!" I call back as I set Nemu down and address him. "What is it? Who's attacking us?"

"It looks like a giant, ordering an army of trolls." He says. "It's got a big sword and a horde of uglies."

Why me?

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Kouri Toll POV

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"Shame none of these chucklefucks can see me huh?" I ask the goblin archer as he fires at my illusionary army.

"Giant snakes to the east!" He calls down to the militia of archers. "Third panel!"

They're not good, but get enough archers to aim at one spot. And quality doesn't really matter. After all, one good archer is equal to a fuck you amount of archers. And it looks like these villagers are giving more than two fucks.

"Ooh!" I grin as they blindly take out the five or so giant pythons. "Nice!"

There's only one person in the village who could even see me. Not because I'm a ghost, well, yes but no. I'm using a skill of mine.

'Seems like they really are ready for an attack.' I note as I see them using unorthodox tactics. Like weakening one of the doors to force them into a bottleneck. 'They experienced one life threatening scenario, and prepared to fully counter it. It's been just a month and a half.'

And here they are, holding off against a level twenty horde. Not that any of them are real.

Oh! One goblin got stabbed.

"False death." I call out, sending an illusion to paralyze the goblin and make it seem like he died.

"Kouri, what are you doing here?" I hear the one person who can see me, ask from behind me.

"Well if it isn't the beta bitch herself." I grin as I turn to the girl using unseen hunter. "Sup bitch? Here on the beck and call of your master?"

"They're your masters too you little jerkwad." She chuckles with a wolfish grin.

"Never said they weren't." I shrug and lean on the railing. "But! You never denied being a beta bitch!"

She loses her grin at my words. So, I win in that regard at least.

"What are you doing here Kouri?" She asks.

"Just following orders and having fun." I shrug.

"Oh!" She grins, unnervingly. "Did that include any orders for me?"

"Uh, no?" I ask, and realize my mistake.

Her orders, are to protect the village and serve Enri. My orders, where to test the village's defenses with a false attack.

"Well then." She says before bringing a foot up to kick me in the chest and through the rail.

"Jokes on you I'm into this!" I shout before landing on the ground with a thud.

Opening my eyes, I roll out of the way to dodge her staff.

"Momma always said, if a girl hits me, it just means she likes me!" I say as I dodge the staff swings.

"Then I must really like you!" She says as our respective abilities wear off just out of the villager's eyesight as I weaken my illusionary army.

I think they passed anyway. Might as well cut the buggers some slack.

"Not really. You only hit me once." I point out with a grin and phase through the wall she backed me up against. "You want this dick you gotta pay the Toll!"

Sighing as I reemerge on the other side. I put my hands in my pockets and walk to the front gate. Hearing the red head land behind me, I phase into shadows and sneak away into the village to continue my mission.

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Bonus

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Jowei Fuchsia

[Most Savage Runner]

Creator: Beast King Mekogawa/Zamaina

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Heteromorphic Race

-Racial levels-

Werewolf 10

Pack Hunter 7

Hound of The Wild Hunt 2

-Job Levels-

Fighter 15

Berserker 10

Bane of Shields 5

Totem of the Bear 5

Bard 10

War Band Musician 8

Drums of War 5

Total: 77

-Stats-

Sense of justice: 150 Neutral Good

HP: 80

MP: 50

PHY. ATK: 73

PHY. DEF: 70

AGILITY: 70

MAG. ATK: 53

MAG. DEF: 42

RESIST: 50

SPECIAL: 85

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-Bio-

Jowei is a savage in battle. Quick witted and open to violence.

Loyal to his pack, Jowei is fierce and energetic. Possessing a disposition that enjoys violence but not harm. He takes nearly everything as a challenge. Not that he's particularly competitive, he just enjoys challenges.

Of the Runners, he is the second most musically focused. But, rather than focus on buffs for his allies, like Usani, or debuffs for his enemies, like Kouri. He focuses on self buffs.

Best described as a dude-bro. Jowei is outgoing, extraverted and sympathetic to his friends. And always willing to lend a hand and shoulder any burden for himself.

That being said, everything aforementioned about his personality. Becomes a lie when dealing with enemies. When concerning enemies, Jowei becomes a feral beast of dismemberment. Showcasing how he earned his title of the most savage runner. Preferring to end weak enemies in brutal and efficiently quick manners. And drawing out the battles with strong enemies as a way to send a message.

Thus is the fate, of those who go against Nazerick.

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Bonus 2, more Shalltear, More SA and mindbreaking

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-Nazerick Lounge-

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James "Zamaina" Petrosky POV

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How does this keep happening?

Ninya is nestled under my right arm, leaning against me and using my side as a back rest while she sips her drink through a straw. Occasionally rubbing her head into my chest fur.

That's fine. I enjoy my pets showing me affection.

However.

"Your fur is so soft my lord~" Neferpitou coos as she runs her hand across my chest. Her chest pressing into my left arm.

One, or the other would be nice. If it were just Ninya, I wouldn't mind a playful cuddle as she sipped her drink. I'm trying to relax after all. If it were just Neferpitou, well, this might've had to move to my room. And work of the stress. Not as good as a relaxing laze in the lounge, but it's enjoyable at least.

But both? I see Ninya as a pet, a cute pet that almost counts as a person, but still a pet. I can't do anything!

It doesn't help that said pet keeps shifting around and moving my arm so that I'm holding her hip.

"Just say the words my lord." Neferpitou whispers as she moves a hand to my thigh and massages. "And this kitty will take a doggy."

I'm stopped as I smell something coming from my right.

I look down to Ninya, and realize what I'm smelling is arousal as she keeps looking from the table to my crotch.

'Fuck me.' I internally groan.

These girls are a bad influence on Ninya. I need to get her to spend some time with Narfuto, undo some of this corruption before it goes too far.

Actually, speaking of degenerate. I wonder where Shalltear's been lately.

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-Meanwhile, Frozen prison-

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Acianna "Infinite Magic" Jaspalda POV

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I bite my stained blanket and hold back the grunts as the demon slides in and out of my ass. I don't even care that I'm tasting my own stained juices. Bent over my bed, knees on the floor as she defiles me again.

"Still hanging in there?" The vampire asks as she thrusts away. The sound of her hips slapping my butt being the only other noise as I sweat profusely. "Good, I'd be disappointed otherwise."

'I can't have that!' I think in a panic and clench my eyes shut tight. 'She'll only get worse if I don't do as she says.'

Don't make a sound. That was her command as she pulled out that underwear that mimicked a man's penis.

'Don't scream, don't groan, don't moan or grunt or whatever!' I tell myself as I struggle not to pant too loud.

"You should be grateful slave!" The girl says as she slows down the violation of my ass. "I'm letting you lay down, this is practically a break."

Last time, I was on my knees. Hands tied behind my back as I was forced to lick her. By comparison, I don't have to move here.

'I, should be grateful for small mercies.' I think as I feel tears stain my cheeks as I struggle in vain to hold back against the rising tide in my core. The vibrating crystal in my nethers hard at work.

'Don't cum, don't cum.' I keep telling myself. 'Don't, if you do then you'll get shocked and-'

I hold back a shriek as she spanks me. And the damn that is me breaks.

"AHNNN!" I moan before the shocks come, and bring with it pain that only make the pleasure more desirable by contrast.

"Oh that's a shame." The girl says tauntingly. "And here I thought you could hold out."

"I-I I'm s-sorry, mm-mistress."

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-The Lounge-

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James "Zamaina" Petrosky POV

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'Maybe have Ninya spend some time with Aura and Mare?' I think idly. 'Some childish innocence to combat whatever corruption the others are seeping into her.'

"You really are soft." Ninya says as she rubs her head to my chest, nudging my arm back around to her hip.

I need a new way to relax. The lounge is tainted.

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A/N

And thus, Infinite Magic has been mind broken.

Zesshi is planning an excursion to E-Rantel, though it was just a matter of time.

Kouri is carrying out Zamaina's plan to keep Canon as in tact as possible.

And on top of all that, a pantheon is slowly forming. Involving the Supreme Beings and the Guardians.

The Men of The Kingdom Arc is soon upon us. And that means Tuare and Evileye!

Will canon remain and Evileye fall for Momon in which Zamaina can tease him endlessly? Or will Evileye somehow fall for Zamaina and cause him to question reality as he realizes he's gaining a harem of Vampire Loli's? Kind, Ninya isn't really a loli. Just slim.

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Also, forgot this the last few times

Ask About Zamaina!

His Gear!

Abilities!

ETC!

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More comments! I want them all! Every one of them! Especially speculation, I love speculative comments.

Fuel me my NOOBIANS!

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