As much as your desire is there to kill Velzix, your caution overtakes you. You do exactly what Velzix requests.
“…the territory is yours …I have no control over it.” You say and even make a little bow. You feel disgusted with yourself for even doing that, but Velzix is quite pleased. He’s broken you a little.
“Yes it is, and I’m glad to see you’ve gotten with the program. The less pride one has, the more likely one is to survive and in the end, that’s what it’s all about. Now, we shall never have another incident like this again I trust?”
“…no…”
“Good, now I think the best place for you, would be directly by my side where you can be more useful.”
“What?!”
“Sure, I could shore up my defenses in the heart of my realm, and place more elite troops on the front lines. Plus I think it would be a good idea to keep a closer eye on you. Just to make sure you don’t forget your place.”
Meekishly, you travel back with Velzix and become a permanent fixture in his fortress Fury. You really hate it there as you’re watched constantly; it’s unbearably hot all the time and have to put up with more demons than you did in Aftermath. Predictably they’re all hostile towards you, “loyal” to Velzix and set your zombies on fire for laughs regularly.
Four years pass…
It’s been five years since you made your alliance with Velzix and you fucking hate it even more than ever.
While you’ve managed to still carve out a niche for yourself, your position is increasingly becoming in danger of being obsolete. Velzix has been successful in keeping infernal portals open longer which is allowing more demons to come in. The Grand Alliance has been hard pressed to hold the line and it seems like more and more mortals each day are willing to bend before demonic might.
Your undead troops aren’t even necessary for defense too much anymore. Because of this you’ve been forced to broaden your magical horizons and tap into the infernal plane. It’s only due to the fact that you’ve been delving into darker necromantic magic and fusing it with infernal powers to create potent unnatural abominations that you’re still serving your purpose.
However, this type of magic is highly experimental and you’re probably the first one to even attempt it. It’s beginning to take a toll on your rapidly deteriorating health, because as they say, you don’t change hell, hell changes you. Everyday you’re in pain and probably losing what little of your black soul you have left. If this keeps up, you won’t be around long enough to see Velzix achieve his goal of opening up his permanent portal which looks like is might be soon.
You haven’t heard anything of your family, except you know that your sister is a captain of a Grand Alliance army and your Dad’s mercenary company has been hired to launch on going raids to harass and hinder Velzix’s efforts. Your Mom is probably saddened by your actions.
You’re just another mortal submitting to demonic supremacy. It’s a long way from what you originally envisioned for yourself and it’s probably too late for you to do anything about it now…or is it?
Recent reports have spoken of another assassination plan on Velzix. It’s known that the vampires have been sending their own, but haven’t gotten anywhere close to him. A few “heroes” from the civilized governments have been sent as well, but none of them have been successful either.
However, if you could locate one of these groups and try to help them get to Velzix, maybe you could at least get some sort of satisfaction. You don’t really have anything else to lose at this point.
“…the territory is yours …I have no control over it.” You say and even make a little bow. You feel disgusted with yourself for even doing that, but Velzix is quite pleased. He’s broken you a little.
“Yes it is, and I’m glad to see you’ve gotten with the program. The less pride one has, the more likely one is to survive and in the end, that’s what it’s all about. Now, we shall never have another incident like this again I trust?”
“…no…”
“Good, now I think the best place for you, would be directly by my side where you can be more useful.”
“What?!”
“Sure, I could shore up my defenses in the heart of my realm, and place more elite troops on the front lines. Plus I think it would be a good idea to keep a closer eye on you. Just to make sure you don’t forget your place.”
Meekishly, you travel back with Velzix and become a permanent fixture in his fortress Fury. You really hate it there as you’re watched constantly; it’s unbearably hot all the time and have to put up with more demons than you did in Aftermath. Predictably they’re all hostile towards you, “loyal” to Velzix and set your zombies on fire for laughs regularly.
Four years pass…
It’s been five years since you made your alliance with Velzix and you fucking hate it even more than ever.
While you’ve managed to still carve out a niche for yourself, your position is increasingly becoming in danger of being obsolete. Velzix has been successful in keeping infernal portals open longer which is allowing more demons to come in. The Grand Alliance has been hard pressed to hold the line and it seems like more and more mortals each day are willing to bend before demonic might.
Your undead troops aren’t even necessary for defense too much anymore. Because of this you’ve been forced to broaden your magical horizons and tap into the infernal plane. It’s only due to the fact that you’ve been delving into darker necromantic magic and fusing it with infernal powers to create potent unnatural abominations that you’re still serving your purpose.
However, this type of magic is highly experimental and you’re probably the first one to even attempt it. It’s beginning to take a toll on your rapidly deteriorating health, because as they say, you don’t change hell, hell changes you. Everyday you’re in pain and probably losing what little of your black soul you have left. If this keeps up, you won’t be around long enough to see Velzix achieve his goal of opening up his permanent portal which looks like is might be soon.
You haven’t heard anything of your family, except you know that your sister is a captain of a Grand Alliance army and your Dad’s mercenary company has been hired to launch on going raids to harass and hinder Velzix’s efforts. Your Mom is probably saddened by your actions.
You’re just another mortal submitting to demonic supremacy. It’s a long way from what you originally envisioned for yourself and it’s probably too late for you to do anything about it now…or is it?
Recent reports have spoken of another assassination plan on Velzix. It’s known that the vampires have been sending their own, but haven’t gotten anywhere close to him. A few “heroes” from the civilized governments have been sent as well, but none of them have been successful either.
However, if you could locate one of these groups and try to help them get to Velzix, maybe you could at least get some sort of satisfaction. You don’t really have anything else to lose at this point.
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