Thirty years pass…

It’s been fifty years since you set out on the path of darkness.

Every demon on this world has indeed been hunted down and killed. If any still exist, they’ve found the deepest darkest hole to hide in and you’re even having those searched. Mortal resistance is non-existent. You’ve stomped out every wannabe hero/last hope/chosen one whenever they’ve presented themselves. Such idealism is the past. A few times there have been a few of your necromancer underlings that have attempted to have you killed, but such attempts are futile and the conspirators are typically caught, tortured and then killed.

Most mortals know better than to stand against you now though. You have done something remarkable in your cruel iron fist and that is the fact you’ve brought peace to the world at last. Nobody fights on any meaningful major scale anymore. All mortals, from the lowliest goblin to the haughtiest elf (Though there aren’t too many of the latter left) all obey your terrible will and seek to become one of your many undead minions when they ultimately die. Their “afterlife”.

They cannot hope to stand against no less than a god.

Are you a god though?

After all is it not you who drove the demons from the world?
Is it not you who created the Hellbred?
Is it not you who has achieved world peace?
Is it not you who is complete master of life and death?
Is it not you who continues to suffer your agonizing existence merely to give these fools some purpose in their lives?

Where are all the gods of “old” anyway? Why did they allow this to happen? Why have they not stopped you, if this was not destined to happen?

You’re of the mind that the gods of this world either never existed or cowered in fear of your rising power and abandoned it long ago.

While you ponder these questions in the solitude of your study and decide that you ARE a god, you are suddenly visited by the contrary.

“Well, well, well, this turned out a lot better than I expected. I guess it was good I placed my faith in you…ha ha faith. Probably not the most appropriate word, but I can’t think of a better one right now.”

You turn around to see a face you thought dead long ago. Even you are surprised, and that rarely happens nowadays. How he got in here you have no idea.

“Big Red?”
“Yep, it’s me.”
“I saw you dead. Years ago.”
“Oh that, yeah well let’s just say that wasn’t me or at least no the real me. Doesn’t matter. This world is ready for the infernal plane.”
“Excuse me? Just because you have somehow managed to cheat death, do not presume that you can challenge me. I am god here. This world is mine and mine alone.”

Big Red laughs and then you feel a sudden paralysis over come you. Powerful magic is at work here and you can’t do anything about it. Your anger rages.

“This world COULD’VE been yours, had you chosen a different path, tis true. But the day you came to me, was the day that path ended. I knew a change in this world was coming long before you showed up, and not necessarily one in my favor. The stench of death had risen once more just like in the days before the Great Lich Lord,. in fact I was already to haul my red ass back to the infernal realm. I already went through that shit once, didn’t feel like dealing with it again. Mortals are certainly fun to be around, but the undead…never cared for them. If they were going to retake this world, I saw no point in staying. Demons are indeed assholes, but hey I can related to them.”
“When I get free, I’m going to make you beg for death!” you yell while he continues his speech.
“However, when you came to me, I could sense the great power of necromancy flowing in you. Oh sure Mr. Demar and his motley crew THOUGHT they were dark wizards, but their power paled in comparison to what I sensed in you. I thought about killing you right then and there to stop the possible dead onslaught, but then I thought why do that, when I can bend and taint you to infernal purposes?”
“You didn’t do shit! I DID THIS ALL!”
“I’m sure you think so, and that’s exactly what I wanted you to believe. Those necromantic books you took from my place when you found my dead body were infused with hell magic, secret languages from my home. Of course if you had been a little more experienced in such matters you might’ve caught on, but you were too eager to start raising the dead to not realize that the seeds were slowly taking root in your mind. I watched you turn slowly away from the purity of death and begin to consort with demons. The moment you allied with that blowhard Velzix I knew then the seeds had taken started to bloom.”
“NO! You’re lying!”
“It was a good thing that my plan worked too, because it stunted your potential power. The purity of your unnatural link to the dead was spoiled and ultimately severed long ago. Who knows how powerful you could’ve gotten had I not intervened? Maybe you would’ve surpassed the Great Lich Lord. Why you might’ve ascended into godhood. Scary to think about the road not traveled eh?”
“LIAR! LIAR!”
“Well okay I can’t take credit for ALL your decisions, but come on. When you began summoning tormented souls from the infernal realm, did you really think you could’ve gotten away with that without some kind of help? You were STEALING from Hell. Then when you transformed yourself you were going beyond normal hubris. Not even our kind has the balls to defy Hell itself. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to convince the high ups to let you get away with it. Your Hellbred experiment made things even worse, but in the end it was all worth it. Hell’s getting an entire world in return and their stolen souls back.”

This revelation…you don’t want to believe it, but somehow the hard reality is crashing down upon you, and the paralysis wears off and you suddenly feel completely drained as you fall to the floor.

“No…no…I was in control the whole time…I’m just…just a puppet…a slave…”
“We’re ALL slaves to Hell, my dead friend. Its just all of the question how high up you are in the hierarchy you are. You might’ve been allowed some leniency, and been allowed to be my second in command, but as I said your grand theft soul displeased the high ups. So you gotta pay. Pay dearly I’m afraid. Shame really, you really were quite efficient at your work, but having someone like you around would’ve been dangerous to my well being anyway. I think Sinthinia will be more fun than you’d be as well. She’s proved a most useful spy and saboteur through this whole endeavor. She was the one who told you to look behind the toilet for the necromantic books fifty years ago after all.”

Its just one deception upon another as the plot has unfolded to prove how you were lead down the path to Hell. Now there’s just one more thing as you’re crumpled miserably on the floor hoping that all of this is some bad dream, but of course when Big Red crouches next to you and grabs your wrist this is all too real.

“It’s been said time and time again, but you chose to ignore it. You don’t change Hell, Hell changes you. And it’s changed not only you, but this world as well. Time for both of you to come home necromancer.”

And with these last words, the entire world is transported into the infernal plane where Big Red is allowed to run it as he sees fit. All your undead and Hellbred are destroyed instantly as your powers are stripped away immediately. Hell gave you your powers, and now it’s taking them away. Drawing back ALL its energy it ever gave you.

You now lay in some forsaken deep pit of Hell completely helpless. You have nothing to defend yourself against the demonic torments that you now suffer. Physically, mentally and especially spiritually.

Your punishment is eternal and not even the power of death can save you.