《Origin Point》A2 Chapter 57
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AN: And now the return of the MC singing Mad World by Gary Jules. Except this time, it's now spread to others.
As always folks, thank you for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.
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"All around me are familiar faces," chanted the dragonfolk, as they surged into the city. Many of them broke through walls and doors as they found those of whom had slighted them. This led to nearly all being slaughtered, as the children were normally spared whilst those still lying in their cribs were teleported elsewhere. As to the reason why this was so? Well, perhaps these creatures will end up as slaves, or targets later on in their lives. Who is to say?
"Worn out places; worn out faces," they continued on with their chantings, whilst I spoke the verses high above the city with Suun, Siuun, and Shoriin. Yes. Such verses had become my personal battle song, and had been instilled into those fighting down below.
"Bright and early for the daily races," many of them found those not willing to fight, but to run and hide. In which case they happily gave chase, whooping and hollering as they did so. This, of course, led to them being ambushed by several unknowns until they, themselves perished under such onslaught. However, "Going nowhere; going nowhere," their bodies chanted, as they stood tall once more. One of these, a Draconian, had cuts and scorch marks all across its muzzle, revealing to those under the magelight a terrible, grinning visage of bare teeth and bone. Whereas the others simply had arrows jutting out of their bodies, or had their necks snapped at an odd angle. One of these, by the by, had their head twisted around, and was in the process of righting it, whilst those who believed themselves the victor stood in a horrified stupor.
This, of course, was due to my own magicks, as I had imbued each of their bodies with a regenerative enchantment which would only activate after their hearts stopped beating for a few ticks. Of which would cause their bodies to revert back to their undamaged selves, but the process was gruesome, and they would feel everything. If I were a true cleric, this would not be as painful. Yet I was not, and my energies always twisted each spell and ability I used when I called upon them.
"Where do you think you're going?" Growled the Draconian who righted its head and glared at those before it. This then led to their group pouncing atop those that had just murdered their bodies, rending, tearing their own apart as their fellows slowly turned to flee. Unfortunately for them, they did not make it very far, as large spears skewered their bodies. Some were even pinned up against nearby walls and could not remove the objects due to it being embedded deep inside the wood or stone structure.
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"Their tears are filling up their glasses," they continued, as children screamed for their parents whilst watching them perish under the might of my Undying. Many of these, though still very young, tried to stand up to them, only to be swatted away as they danced with their swords, axes, and long knives. Those few who still chose to stand and attack only found themselves impaled along with the adults, as they did not hold the patience I had when it came to such small creatures. Of course, they cried out more because of the pain, but it was brief and they drifted away soon afterwards.
"No expression; no expression," I muttered softly, watching as those children who chose to fight slip away into Death's embrace. Many did not have an expression about their faces, whereas the majority held anger or surprise as their bodies fell upon the river of blood which trickled down the stone pavement below. Yes. Such a sight would have been intolerable to this day, and I would have leapt from my perch in order to stop such acts from continuing.
However, the I of that time was a much colder being that many of you would never recognise. Which is, I guess, a "good thing".
"Hide my head I want to drown in sorrow." Many of those considered to be adults were wailing and weeping greatly, as the southern gate blew apart to reveal Brutus leading a large contingent of monsters against an equally large army of guards, mercenaries, and adventurers. It appeared to my person the dragonfolk were less of a threat than those under my Lich's command, within the eyes of those fighting down below.
To which I simply grinned, as I felt Suun squirm under my person. "You desire a fight," this was a simple statement, as I already knew the answer when the pseudo dragon turned its neck to stare into my person with great longing. "Very well, but first."
A portal erupted to my right, which opened into a large, cavernous space where many of the sex slaves were in the process of fighting against so few of my Undying servants. "Oh? What's this?" My voice boomed throughout the cavern, as a multitude of portals erupted all around the space. From within came a large series of human and elf-shaped Dolls bereft of detail, which stood at attention upon the fringes of the fighting. "Such insolences cannot be tolerated," my voice was a low growl, as I expected them to be locked up whilst Siuun and Shoriin were given over to Rojaahn and Sia to watch over as Suun was allowed to join in the battle far below.
Instead, I find a large uprising occurring within my primary base of operations. As nearly all of the female slaves were loose and had taken up a weapon of some sort to attack those left to watch over their persons. Of which led my self to leap through the portal, dragging the girl-child and small basilisk as I tell Suun, "Go enjoy yourself," before closing the portal behind.
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Though my form was of my kobold self, cracks and fractures of glowing crimson was seen scattered about my body, whilst my eyes glowed a baleful crimson. This glow enveloped those in front of my person, of whom were desperately struggling against my unrelenting servants. Each of my Undying, by the by, are an Undead creature. Thus, they had an infinite amount of stamina, and in some cases, an infinite reserve of magickal energy. However, those were far and few between, as only my person at the time, Brutus, and Sia, were capable of holding such reserves. I was a god, and was given such a blessing when I became an officially recongised being. Whereas the latter were my favourite servants, as well as being my right and left hand when our hierarchy was involved.
In any case, "No tomorrow; no tomorrow," my voice, though soft, reverberated throughout the cavernous area. My form quickly grew taller, wider, as a great tearing of flesh followed my voice. This was so, as my kobold form stretched until it finally gave way to my skeletal self. Of which caused many females to shout in great fear, whilst Siuun simply giggled at the sight of my form.
"Kill them all," so great was my voice, that much of the stone ceiling cracked whilst large chunks of stone fell onto the ground below. Yes. Some struck my person, and came close to the young pair nearby, but were saved due to the fact that I still had my arcane shields active to prevent us from any sort of harm which might occur.
"Leave none alive," I continued, sending my silver coloured energies into the Dolls, awakening them as they grew out large blades where their hands resided. Leaping with gaping mouths, they screamed a silent scream as their blades ran through the backs and fronts of the unsuspecting females. Of which allowed my servants to end their lives with a simply stroke of their weapons. For they did not desire to have them slain, as I had not given them the order to do so. Instead, they simply tried to capture and detain their persons until I, Sia, or Brutus told them otherwise.
"I find it kind of funny," I growled, striding forward to grip one of the remaining, albeit dying, females who had risen up to challenge my rule. It struggled greatly, as the acid coating my bones slowly ate away at its body. However, instead of simply allowing it to waste away, crimson and emerald lightnings crackled to life around my skull. This was then sent into the head of the creature I held, of which caused it to scream an unearthly scream as my energies tore through her mind so that I may know why such a thing occurred.
Once completed, a tiny orb of silvered mist slowly left her mind, and shot into my own. Of which allowed my person to view fleeting images of a Tiger-kin speaking to a large group naked females whilst rubbing her abdomen slowly. The flesh around her abdomen had distended, as a mound containing her offspring resided within. From the looks of things within such images, she was not at all pleased with it, but could do nothing about such an event.
In any case, it appeared to my person that she was making plans for something, as the guards about their cage lessened due to the fact that she witnessed them entering a large portal with the city on the other side. There, she spoke of how great and terrible was this army, but it called for many of those within the cavern to join them in the fun. Thus, leaving only a token resistance left to guard their persons until they returned.
Hence, the reason why many of them had escaped and were now fighting against my servants, desiring an escape from such a place. Unfortunately for them, I had found out about such a thing prematurely, and was now going to put an end to it all. "I find it kind of sad," my voice chuckled as the images left my person, "They desired an escape, and yet, will now die for it. Hmm."
Raising my right, primary clawed hand, I summoned up a red orb of bright, heatless fire. ">." The orb of cold fire erupted into a large swarm of lesser orbs, and flew in all directions in order to mark those whose race I had called out. Of which led to an order towards my Dolls, "Find the Tiger-kin. Bring her before my person, and kill any of those who had been free and are not marked by the orbs of cold fire."
Each of them left soon afterwards, whilst I simply sighed mentally as Siuun and Shoriin gingerly opened up one of the bodies in order to snack upon the liver and kidneys within. Such a scene would have led to my mind calming down considerably, if I did not hear the words, "Have I done as you ordered, My Lord High God?" To which I simply grinned as my body flowed into my Draconian self in order to enter into the final phase of my plan for conquering this continent.
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