That’s caught his attention.
“What’s that boy? You want my help? Hanging around those corpses make you completely crazy?”
“Not completely, but I know that you and your company has been fighting a guerilla war against Velzix. You’ve been a real pain in his demon ass from what I’ve heard.”
“Hah! Got that right! I’ve currently been hired out perpetually by the Zalan Empire. My mission is to generally fuck things up for Velzix, even try to kill him if possible. But I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Why not? Because if you haven’t noticed I’m a fuckin’ old man that only has a few desperate and insane men following him that’s why! I don’t have a Grand Alliance army behind me like your sister and I can’t just snap my fingers and bring my losses back to fucking life! SOME of us have to rely on pure skill!”
“Sounds like you’re making excuses.”
“Oh fuck you! Stupid ass kid, I don’t see you doing shit about Velzix, what’s the matter need more corpses to hide behind?”
“Actually any corpses I hide behind will only be the ones I summon up during our assassination attempt.”
“What are you getting at boy?”
“I’m saying you get me close to Velzix, and I’ll kill him. In fact I’m very surprised the Grand Alliance hasn’t sent some hero types to try to kill him yet.”
“Oh they have, they just haven’t been heroic enough. My little company has done more damage than any so called heroes. But supposin’ I WAS to help you, what’s in this for me?”
“Oh you’ll be paid, have no fear of that. In fact you can even take credit for Velzix death, since I doubt you’d want anyone to know you were working with me. Now I’d imagine that would pay quite well wouldn’t it?”
“Yeah, yeah it would…alright boy. We’ll do this, but after Velzix is dead, me and you end this father and son time got me?”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
As your Dad proceeds to lead to where Velzix dwells, he explain the layout of it. He says they’ve gone in there before, but have never stayed too long. Just to sabotage stuff and get the fuck out.
You proceed to have more interesting conversation along the way.
“So why the hell hasn’t the Grand Alliance done more about Velzix? Why are they relying on some broken down ex-cuthroat?” you ask.
“I told ya, they have sent hero types after Velzix before, but he’s defeated them every time. As for larger military concerns, I’m sure you’re aware that they happen, but it’s a question of balance. They can’t attack Velzix, like they probably would prefer since they know that YOU would take advantage of their weakened state! Not to mention the Grand Alliance finds you to be a bigger threat. The world was almost consumed once already by some megalomaniacal necromancer, they don’t want that to happen again. So little groups like mine fuck things up for Velzix, just enough to keep him occupied and doesn’t gain anymore ground.”
“Actually I’m not a megalomaniac. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t have some desire to turn the world into a graveyard.” You say.
“Oh well I guess all those kingdoms were just you being neighborly eh? What about that first attack on the Brot Kingdom? Those big ass undead giants? Hordes of undead troops slaughtering men, women and children?”
“I did what I had to do to defend myself. War isn’t pretty. People die.”
“True…but I still fail to see where yer NOT being a megalomaniac.”
“I told you I’m defending my dominion! If the Grand Alliance would stop attacking me, I wouldn’t pursue anymore territory. I’d be happy to live in peace, side by side. Why do you think I want to get rid Velzix? I’m hoping after he’s gone that I can come to some agreement with the Grand Alliance! Because in the end it isn’t going to be good for anyone!”
“Fancy words…but I question if that’s what you really want. I haven’t seen you in a long time, but within the short time I’ve talked with you now, even I can see a change in you. You have a lot of desire, somewhere within you, you want to control everything so there’s no possibility of anything ever hurting you. You’re actually good at something and you’re reveling in it. I know what that’s like. While you might have yer Mom’s magic, apparently you DID inherit some of my qualities, and those are qualities that are all kinds of bad…”
“I’m nothing like you!” you exclaim.
“Ha ha! Oh yer right about that. You’ll never be half the man I am. You can turn the entire world to a giant mass grave, but you ain’t never gonna be me.”
Even now with all your power your Dad still somehow manages to make you feel small. You can’t let yourself get angry though, As much as you might like to just cause the bastard’s black heart to explode in his chest you can’t do that, at least not yet.
You, your Dad and the remains of his company eventually arrive at Velzix’s fortress where you enter in a secret way.
“Dumb ass demons, we’ve been using this entrance for like a year now and they still haven’t caught on!” your Dad remarks.
You make good progress in the fortress and then…
“There they are, just like Velzix said they would be!” a demon guard shouts.
You look at your Dad.
“Haven’t caught on yet huh?”
“Quit yer bitchin’ and start doin that death magic thing!”
You proceed to do just that as demon as well as mortal guards attempt to stop you. You welcome the mortal guards as you can raise them to help you in your “heroic quest”.
“Hah, no lying down on the job anymore Cal!” your Dad laughs as you raise the last of his fallen company.
By the time you reach Velzix’s inner sanctum, it’s just you and your Dad. You never thought in a million years you’d be fighting alongside your Dad.
Velzix on the other hand has been expecting you.
“Ah how good of you both to come. You’re the miserable little has been thug that’s been fucking up my realm with your guerilla warfare. And you’re the wannabe Lich Lord that’s been impeding my own plans of conquest.”
“Wow, guess he got it in one.” You say.
“Yeah, and I guess this would make him the pathetic ass demon lord that can’t even beat said has been and wannabe.” Your Dad adds.
“Enough! The pair of you have sealed your doom today! I have lured you into my trap where today I shall take the father and the son and then…”
You blast Velzix in the face with negative energy, causing him to grab his face and roar in pain.
“Ha ha! Fucking melodramatic idiot!” your Dad laughs charging at Velzix with his sword
You quickly decide on what to do next.
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