Chapter 19: Unexpected Invasions Are So Fun

“WHAT?!WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT WE HAVE HAD OUR NOBLES PURGED?!”

The message that he was given was so out of touch with reality that he didn’t want to believe it, it was a nightmare scenario that it was a joke to his face. How could the nobles who had only just tightened their defenses be already dead?!

“WAS THERE A RAT?!WHO IS THE SPY?!”

“We couldn’t find the spy or any traces of such a person….”

“I do not understand how such a thing is even possible!!You must be joking me right?!The nobles are not dead right?!”

“…….”

The messenger let out a struggling breath which made Keith realize this wasn’t the case, images of the deceased nobles were flashed right before his eyes with the surveillance orb that had been placed within the plaza of each noble’s city or town. He grabs his already thinning hair and groans as he watches what has been done to those nobles, not all of them had died but the ones who were left were all beastkin apologists who wanted to free them and make them first class citizens just like the humans. He was disgusted by the bunch really, he didn’t want to gather them together to form a group of people who would protect the city states together because they had the chance of…….wait wasn’t this their fault?How else would the nobles he trusted be slaughtered in their sleep like this? A rebellion that was occurring in the secret, he only had his armies and knew where the beastkin apologists were. To Keith this was the right moment to purge them as well and start over again but the main issue he was afraid of was the beastkin nation that would be on the verge of becoming an empire again. It was something that scared him especially knowing that they had something up their sleeve. A nightmare he couldn’t shake off by waking up and seeing reality for what it was, the room felt cold and intense. All of the beautiful paintings of begone battlefields he passed through were nothing compared to this, the tea in his cup had grown to become cold as well he pushed it to the side and stared into the orb once more to see the dead nobles in their plazas with people celebrating at their deaths. 

“Give my army a day’s notice that we will begin marching to the territories where the beastkin apologist nobles are. We are going to kill them just like they killed their brothers and sisters. Then after that we will invade the beastkin kingdom and finally bring their filthy beastly necks under our heels.”

“Yes Sir!”

The knight left the room and began to run to fulfill the message. 

“I know I am being ambitious but now’s not a time to be cautious I have to pull through for the future”

If he couldn’t at least do this then what could he do?Keith needed to also inform Peterson about his plans, he would willingly leave the brat out of the loop because he felt like things would go awry if he included him in it. He would place his own son as the next lord after killing that incompetent idiot. It had to be done. For now all he had to do was mentally prepare himself for the war that was about to hit his doors. 

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“Okay then I will now give out the layout of the plan that will be played out tomorrow at dusk”

“Why dusk?”

The Queen, Cimeria asked with a tone of curiosity as to why I had chosen dusk of all times. And my answer would be very simple.

“For a theatrical reasons”

“Theatrical reasons?”

“An army of beasts and darkness appearing from nowhere at dusk has the effect that I need. Will your armies be ready by then?”

“Yes. I’ll inform them all using my recent skill Empress’ Command Skill”

“Wynter, Odin”

Wynter had been staring intently at me whilst Odin had been staring at the map that was spread out with a focused eye as the flame inside of his eye was dimmed down in pure concentration.

“Yes My Lord?”

“Speak and I will do as you wish”

“You will be attacking the capital cities of the Lords Keith and Peterson. Keith for Odin who is an old general you might even gain some strategist skills from the old man.”

“Oh?I am pleased that you made this choice for me Mother”

“Peterson for Wynter because the bastard has a long reputation of using beastkin women for his own horrendous entertainment I don’t need to tell you what kind of entertainment it is”

“Understood I will make sure he is thoroughly tortured”

“Great then. Let’s end this party once after all at dusk, by nightfall the Beastkin Empire of Grimsvile will be born”

“Heh”

“Indeed”

“Let’s work hard and surprise these motherfuckers who are new to broken common sense”

“She actually acknowledges it”

Shen says whilst sipping tea in the corner staring at the rising morning sun.

“Hey!At least I know I am an irregular being!!”

“Yeah….”

“What shall we call this military operation Yukiyo-sama?”

“Sorry about that, we’ll call it Dusk Fall”

“Sounds excellent”

“I am good with names I know”

“So who would be attacking the final lord?”

“Me of course. I have some unfinished business with the guy and boy do I have some treats for him”

“I feel sorry for the guy”

“Same here”

“Mama do your best!”

“Mother make sure you hit him where it hurts, preferably the groin.”

“Thank you Kuro and Shiro!I will make sure I live up to your expectations”

💀 Keith Gresval / Death By Hanging

Something was wrong, he could feel it in his gut. Today was the day he would write a speech that would encourage his army to begin a march of honorable slaughter and then a battle for the beastkin kingdom. Gathering them all would take a week at most and marching to each of the territories would take about 2 weeks or so. The march to the beastkin kingdom along with Peterson’s men would take an entire month and from there he wouldn’t know how long would the beasts hold up. The royal family back in the empire would be glad that he finally got the strength to fight the beastkin kingdom and put them under their control, it was a simple matter to him and yet there it was, the feeling he couldn’t shake off. He was doing well and had thought out his plan in a way that there wouldn’t be any problems. He checked out the papers laid out on the table once more and began to read them, these were his thoughts laid out in full view.

Each and everyone of the papers detailing the kind of strategy he would use against which noble and beast fort, he thought ahead of time and knew that his men would be hungry so he stationed supply carriages near the border where they could resupply their rations and rest for a while. His thought process was very vivid and he still had the strength to cleave an ogre in half if he pushed himself to his limits, the emotion had still remained however. 

“I will rest maybe its just me being stressed out by the events that have been occurring for the past week or so”

First was the fact the beastkin slaves were taken away from them by enormous god like wolves, then their elite forces slaughtered with ease inside of a dungeon that those wolves that created and finally the nobles he trusted would help him in tough times being killed immediately right after he issued a decree for them to stay safe in their own homes. One would not believe him if he said that this happened within a week, they were all important events that would make a nation shiver and quake in pure terror. 

He knew they were abnormal in the fullest sense of the word, his reality was nonsense to those Fenrirs but maybe he could actually do something about them. He just needed time and once he had it he would capture them and bring them true despair. He drinks a cold glass of water which was poured in by the beastkin slave maid who looked pitiful just as he liked. Keith throws the glass across the wall and laughs loudly at visions he had for the beastkin. He walks into his bedroom suddenly he was hit by a bout of dizziness that made him drop down onto his bed, the last thing he could see was the twisted smile of the maid whose eyes swirled in pure darkness her face almost seemed like a mask that he didn’t want to stare at all. He fades into a vortex of sleep as he could feel it in his soul this was the thing that was wrong.

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“MY LORD!!MY LORD WAKE UP!!PLEASE FOR THE SAKE OF OUR LAND!!WAKE UP!!”

A loud voice shook him out of the spell of sleep that he had fallen into and with a confused face, one of his personal knights Henry had come all the way to his bedroom. His face was distorted with fear and he didn’t know why but it seemed urgent, his gut was telling him that something was utterly wrong. He got up on his feet and began walking towards the highest point of the castle where he could see the entire city and landscape that was before it. His face twisted in despair as an army was marching as the sun was setting on them, the beastkin had arrived on their doorstep along with the demons and undead. 

“C-CALL THE EMPIRE!!TELL THEM WE ARE BEING INVADED BY THE DEMONS!!!”

“Sir, our magic communication devices have been scrambled!!We cannot contact anyone at all!!”

“……That is why she was smiling so evilly she wanted me to see this sight and fall into despair.”

The maid who was the incarnation of evil itself had smirked to such an extent he could understand where it came from, an army coming from the depths of hell as the beasts truly seemed like monsters with the demons roaring in anticipation as the undead laughed madly at the sight of the castle.

“PREPARE THE MEN WE SHALL HOLD THEM BACK UNTIL WE GET THE COMMUNICATION BACK ON!!”

He had to fight, to protect the city, to protect his future. Keith ran down the stairs with a sense of urgency and quickly opened the room where he kept his armor and began to wear it taking the sword which he had abandoned all those years ago to retire to become a lord of the region. His logical mind was telling him to run and he will live as long as he made his escape but his warrior’s pride and honor told him that he wouldn’t live this down and would die from the guilt, his instincts told him the hopelessness of the situation that he wouldn’t escape this even if he tried. It was something that was hidden in the very backend of his mind, he didn’t want to acknowledge that he might actually die on the battlefield when he had so much to do. He walks out in his armor preparing to ride his horse. His face that was already filled with wrinkles of age doubled due to the stress he was enduring and desperately trying to hide.

“Report what you saw on the battlefield”

“Yes!There’s about 200 beasts, 50 demons and 100 undead. They’ve surrounded the city too so there is no way we can make an escape for you My Lord”

“As for the secret passages?”

“……..It seems by some sort of magic they knew where they were and sealed them off”

“What kind of enemy are we dealing with?”

“My honest opinion Sir, is an abnormal enemy with the blessings from an evil god”

“Makes sense, since they sold their souls to the demons and their pagan gods. Men we have to fight for our lives here, this is a trial from the gods if we do not do anything about it we will not be going back to our families tonight.”

The soldiers nodded as this was going to go down in history, if they managed to push back evil they would be known as heroes who persevered through a trial from the gods. This was something that gave them the hearts of lions, Keith was forced to give a speech that he had half written.

“Dear men, I have to give my apologies because we have been thrusted into the fires of war so early by an enemy who doesn’t know the common senses of our world. I thought we could bring the fight to them but instead they brought it to us. Please do not lose heart however because we are certainly going to use Our Lord’s blessing to punish these devils and beasts. You all have lovers, families and most importantly a land to protect do not allow them to steal and destroy these things from you. BY OUR LORD WE WILL CONQUER THIS TRIAL!!”

“BY OUR LORD WE WILL CONQUER THIS TRIAL!!”

They all shouted in unison and morale was up in the air, there was no way they could feel despair at the hands of the enemies and then the gates opened. The army of beastkin, demons and undead were marching towards them but something was different, their eyes were glowing crimson it was the same as the sky that was behind them: a dusk red sky. Fear had penetrated their hearts in such a manner they didn’t want to move a step forward as the unified roar of the enemy forces could be heard all around them as the slow march turned into a sprint towards them. As if striking a chord inside of their hearts, fear had caused them to sprint towards the monsters in unison. Those with horses had to wait until the infantry made their way to the rushing madness that was roaring to slaughter them. The expected clash had happened but it wasn’t what they anticipated.

Like a swarm of rats being crushed by a stampede of horses they were torn to pieces by the enemy forces who were more far more vicious than they had anticipated, it was something that was straight out of a nightmare as the beastkin transformed into literal beasts of the forest, their forms were of the following: wolves, dogs, lions, tigers, and bears. Their fangs and claws ripped them to shreds as they screamed for help upon being overwhelmed by the sheer number of them. Their fur was as tough as highly conducted magic steel and broke upon them trying to slash them, the demons cast spells that set them on fire, drowned them on land and covered in needles all over. The most unfortunate ones were the ones who encountered the undead who were devoured by them, had their bones torn out from their bones, had their intestines ripped out from their bodies and used to hang them. The cavalry was no better as undead on spectral horses rode to joust them off of their horses causing them to fall off with them standing up to get impaled by the same undead with thorn covered lances that dug into their flesh with the sadistic undead twist their injuries. Keith froze as he watched the chaos that was happening all around him, he had been spared for some reason despite taking down some undead. 

“MY LORD RUN FOR YOUR LIFE THIS IS NO BATTLEFIELD!!THIS IS A KILLING FLOOR SAVE YOURSEL-?!”

Henry’s head was sent flying within an instant as Death incarnate had arrived as it bore the title of the commander of this army of monsters, the undead general had an aura that emitted the souls of the dead themselves. He zoomed forwards toward the royal guard that were beside him stabbing the first within the joints lifting him before sending his sundered body flying across the battlefield, his burning crimson eye turned to the royal guard who were running towards him as soon as he had dealt with one of them in such a manner. He avoided both of their weapons respectively, the sword and the halberd. The shaft of the halberd was broken quickly before its wielder could pull back, with the axe being left to drop to the ground but before such a thing could happen it was kicked into air and sent flying into the heads of the wielder and the royal guard behind him. With a punch to the face the skull of the royal knight caves as the undead general grabs his sword midst whilst it was falling with his body being covered by a crimson air as he lets out a black breath before leaping backwards. His crimson eye turns black as he moves forward. In a rapid motion he slices and dices all of the knights within his way before the second sword which isn’t his breaks, several other knights come in place of the fallen royal guard. The undead general laughs as he takes the crossbow hanging on his left side walking steadily as it reloads itself before shooting arrows that explode in the faces and bodies of the knights causing them to scream whilst on the ground before more arrows send them into a deathly silence. Everyone around him is dead and rises once more as undead to fight against their brethren. 

“He who presides over death itself, a Death Lord”

Keith says as he watches the Death Lord kill everyone who would protect him and now they were left alone. His armor was covered in the blood and souls of those he had killed. He points his sword at him. He knew he was going to die here, his instincts were right and it was all for naught.

“Will you run or fight like a man?”

“I will fight, even if I know I will die by your hand”

“Well spoken I commend your fighting spirit, come hit me with your best shot. I will give myself a handicap”

He stabs his sword into the nearby rock and imbues it with mana that it wouldn’t be pulled out by anyone. He picks off a dagger from one of the soldiers and goes into a stance. 

“FOR THE GLORY OF THE EMPIRE!!!OOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!”

He ran despite being an old man, he felt like all his life’s experience with the sword was for this moment alone. He swung possibly his best at the Death Lord before a single flash occurs as the dagger which was supposed to break under the weight of his magic sword was pushed back, within the blink of an eye the Death Lord had cut off all of his tendons and made him fall down to the ground.

“That was an excellent swing, I Odin approve. However you will die a dog’s death, had you been more virtuous you would have had your head sent flying but you were not. As punishment for the sins you have committed against the beastkin you will watch your men die, have your eyes blotted out and then hung”

Keith’s face dyed in despair as his head was grabbed by the Death Lord who forced him to watch his men be slaughtered like sheep in a butchery, their screams were all that he heard, he even begged to spare their lives but the Death Lord was equal in killing them all, none of them survived.

“Now that their deaths and screams has imprinted itself in your mind, that will be your final sight.”

“no no no no no NOOOO STOP DO NOT DO THIS I WILL TURN OVER A NEW LEAF PLEASE DO NOT-AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!”

With a hot red rod his sight was taken away from him and he was now being dragged across the battlefield, into the city where he could hear the cries of the people, across the plaza where silence rode in triumph where he was publicly stripped naked as everyone in the capital couldn’t say a word. 

“All of you follow me”

With a single command he could hear the collected footsteps of the people as he was dragged out like a slave. He could feel the fear of the slaves, the sorrow of those captured and the hopelessness of those beastkin without power. He didn’t know where he was taken and a rope tied around his neck Keith began to sob in fear.

“You are right outside of the capital, a place where  mutts are hung. A place where the nameless die. You shall be nameless, your son died honorably in battle and he will live amongst warriors but you shall die like a dog. Enjoy the last moments of your life.”

The rope tightened right before he could scream out in terror and then a snap, the final moment he saw of his men dying was all he ever witnessed and now it was repeating into a thousand sights of brutality until the image resembled hell. Then pitch black abyss. Keith Gresval was no more. 

💀Peterson Melnia/ Death by Mastication 

Peterson had been told at firsthand by Keith that the nobles they could trust were all killed overnight and there was nothing that could stop the beastkin apologists from banding together and killing them. It was something that made his body shiver, he sat down in his bed with a dazed look in his eyes. The room smelled of body fluids and candle wax, the woman laying on the bed was already unconscious from the torture he had done to her it was a special hobby of his to take his mind off of things by using the beastkin for whatever he wanted to do but those were taken away from him and he couldn’t outright kill her because of the law that he himself placed. It was something that was a major inconvenience to him, he wanted to do more. He wanted to enjoy as much as he could before killing the beastkin with his own hands. He sighed as he looked at the moonlit sky and took up the wine bottle that was right beside his bed, downing it instead of drinking it as elegantly as he usually would. This was the stress that haunting him, whatever the beastkin were hiding it was dangerous and harbored a lot of hate for them. 

Most likely as any logical person would do he decided to protect himself first before heading out to any sort of war. Double the security, double the fortifications, double the barriers. Anyone who tried reaching the castle would be shot by the ballista or cut down where they stood. The knights of the capital had been given drugs and deprived of sleep for several days thus making them into people who couldn’t listen to reason unless it was coming from himself. The castle area where he specifically lived would become more dangerous than the slums of this city, at night the knights would walk around with lamps on their waists and torches in their hands searching for anyone who would even try entering the place. He wasn’t going to let up being safe because of a war and he would command his armies from afar whilst being safe inside of his castle. Peterson knew that Keith was a hands on person in war and battle because he had explored numerous battlefields when he was younger, despite being a lord of an entire city state he rose to power merely by being born instead of paving the way with blood like Keith or being promoted into that position like Wilfried.

“Those filthy beasts have put us into a tight corner, I couldn’t imagine they would gain the power to do that to us if at all but here we are losing to a bunch of dirty animals. If I were to gain that same power I would gain my ideal body and the strongest knights, though the idea of having the Queen and her daughter to myself makes me giddy so I will try to be patient”

He sighed right before saying things that made him aroused once more and walks to the balcony where he watches the moonlit city in peace. He stares at his wine for a moment and it has seemed to have changed color, from being a deep red color to being golden. A bout of dizziness hits him as he struggles to hold on to his consciousness, falling onto the floor like a tree. His entire body was numb as the shadows increase and form an extremely attractive body shape, he looks in horror as it smiles at him and puts its finger on its shadowy lips as he fades out into the world of the unconscious and unsuspecting.

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No message from the lord of the city state, nothing since last night, they had one purpose and that purpose was to protect him. They walk around with their swords unsheathed, ready to kill anyone who was going to get in the way of the lord’s safety. Morning, afternoon and finally dusk but this is where things starting becoming crazy as the sounds of gates breaking were heard immediately as the sky turned red. A flood of beastkin ran across the streets with a unified roar, the people of the city were nowhere to be found as the knights were concerned that they would get caught up in all of this. The knights were certainly brave but it wasn’t enough as this struck their madness filled souls with despair, they couldn’t help but be frightened by the spreading insanity.

From the rooftops to the brick layered ground they attacked from all angles and filled with streets it was as if their numbers were truly infinite, one could count the normal looking beasts that attacked them but the shadowy ones were near countless. Torn throats, mauled faces and limbs torn off was becoming a common sight. Even in this drug filled state they were losing heart and beginning to run away but then an even more terrifying threat was the white haired beastkin that leapt into the air making her entrance by splitting the head of one of the knights with ease, she turns her gaze to one of the knights with an axe running towards her in pure fear as she throws a dagger into his face causing him to drop the axe with her kicking it up. 

Her first action with it was to throw it towards the knights who had been broken far enough to have insanity take over, ten knights fall off leaving their bisected bodies on the ground. One of the mages of the group makes a pit fall that would lead into the sewer system of the city but she runs on the walls as if it wasn’t anything special and jumps off of it with great speed with her open hands she slams the two knights beside the mage into the ground crushing their skulls. 

“DIIIE!!JUST DIEEE YOU FUCKING BEAST!!!”

The mage fires a mass of fireballs at her which she dodges easily with her nimble body approaching him at such a speed a golden afterglow is seeing reaching for him, whilst still incanting another spell she has arrived and punches his face before breaking the orb of the staff and placing it into his loose mouth with eyes filled with despair he explodes making her smirk. She stares at the gate guards who are all afraid of her.

“SHOOT HER!!!READY BALLIST-?!”

A sword was thrown making its entrance in the head of the knight who was shouting this, with the force that happens his head explodes covering those around him in blood. The knights at the ballista who were supposed to follow his orders are all impaled in the walls with spears that the white haired beast threw at them. 

“Heh, and so the best part begins”

Her smile was beautiful as if to make those dying feel relieved that they died to such a beautiful woman. 

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It was the sounds of a shriek that woke him out, this scream was loud enough and terrifying enough to make a man such as himself to get up in pure fear and dripping sweat, the sky was dusk red. As the sounds of battle were already happening within the city, he struggles to bring himself up together but manages to do so as he goes back to the balcony and freezes to witness the sight he was watching. Hundreds if not thousands of beasts flooding the streets slaughtering his knights as if they weren’t wearing armor or carrying any weapons to defend themselves, he could see those who were supposed to be manning the ballista were all impaled with spears. Death was riding the city, his soldiers who were supposed to be insane with the drug in their veins were running like cowards. Death was approaching this castle, he was left with no choice but to run away. He quickly wears a robe that would cover his naked body and opens the secret door that would lead to a passage that would lead to a portal that went into the royal capital of the empire. Upon entering he noticed something was different, the passage had changed into a myriad of hallways he tries to go back to the door but meets only a wall.

“He actually used the trap door then?What a shame, it will only be a matter of time before we find him. Alright ladies time for hunting, we got pig on the menu. ”

Peterson sweats upon hearing the voice, no wonder the insides were different some sort of magic was used to transport him to a totally different place. It was the worst case scenario and judging from the voice he was going to be hunted down, his only choice was to run away. He begins to run away from the ever growing threat that was looming around here somewhere, the very stench of death could be smelt here. It was surrounding him as he ran aimlessly with a heavy breath. He stopped so he could recover from his run, the sounds of growling could be heard nearby. He covered his mouth as it was getting closer and closer. 

“Here little piggy piggy!I am coming to get ya”

He became tense, so tense he was about to wet himself but he was calm enough to hold it in as it was very much possible for them to smell his piss and from then he would be truly screwed. 

“Tch not here either”

STUPID BEAST!!He laughed in his heart as he had narrowly dodged a horrible fate, he begins to move one step away from his position the wall shattered revealing a single figure who smirks a grin that makes him doubt his sanity. Her tall figure stood like a daunting mountain, her golden eyes turning crimson upon laying her sight on him. Her aura was so close to death that he froze in place. If she was close to death then the one beside her was death itself, covered in complete shadow and her glowing red eyes filled with so much malice he couldn’t help but feel his heart shrink in fear, her twisted smile being so dark and evil that he realized this was the being he saw before he blacked out. 

“Did he seriously think I wouldn’t smell a pig like him?I have the nose of a beast, I can smell everything in the room and surrounding area”

“Perhaps he has discriminated beastkin for so long he had forgotten how dangerous they are with scent”

“I think so too. Your help is much appreciated, I need you to revive those dead girls in the castle’s dungeons”

“Oh those?I’ll do just that”

She grabs him by the hair and begins to drag him along the floor as he kicks and screams in terror. His actions are futile as their strength is beyond his, Peterson’s eyes are bloodshot from the tears he is pouring out from his eyes. 

“Quit your squealing you fucking pig”

“He is truly a pig both body and soul”

“Could you teleport us to the dungeons already?”

“Yes, I am going to do so. Hearing his squeals made me want to hurry it up”

A portal of some kind was opened and he went through it, the souls of the damned screamed as they saw him and then he was in the dungeons. The smell of death was everywhere, he merely disposed of them in a large mass grave, they were not even given a proper burial.

“This is goodbye, enjoy being eaten alive by the women you ravished”

“?!”

“You can do it now”

She threw him in the pit where the bones of those he had played with were coming to life once more. He looked around as he saw the corpses of each and everyone of them seeing him with fury and bloodlust, they ran towards him as he tries to run away in the grave pit.

“HELP!!!I WILL BECOME A GOOD PERSON I SWEAR!!PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!SPARE ME FROM THIS FATE!!!”

“Hey asshole!How many times have you heard the same words and ignored them?”

“…..”

“That’s your answer, be torn to pieces over and over again until they are satisfied. At least in death they will finally be avenged”

“WAIT!!!WAIT PLEASE WAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHH!!!”

They ripped his clothes off him and began to devour him in such a manner that he couldn’t help but shriek in pain, every single body part is being eaten and he could feel the pain amplified. He dies being eaten alive. Only to wake up find himself with no scars and more of the undead laughing in pure insanity as they reach out their hands and come for him. He tries to run away but falls as they swarm him and eat him once more.

“SQEUAL LIKE A PIG IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!!”

The goal was to break him, and it was becoming effective after each death by the end of it his soul had began to resemble the human pig’s. After that it was crushed and destroyed because of the level of disgust Yukiyo’s Dark Matter feeling at the moment.

💀Wilfried Zandesh/ Death By Immolation

If there was something that was a firm constant in Wilfried’s life then that thing was fear. He was surrounded by it ever since he laid his eyes upon the eldritch horror that was behind the Fenrirs. He couldn’t stop thinking about it and as more time passed: The Demise of the Knight Order and Adventurer Top Brass, and the Purging of Nobles was something that gave him more and more anxiety about his future. He had but given up on even trying. Everyday he was having nightmares of being burnt on a stake and no matter what he did he couldn’t escape his fate, he always woke up screaming and thus was afraid of sleeping. This was something that made him insomniac and drove him to work even after the initial sight of the Fenrirs. It was all his fault, if he had managed to do nothing about it then the slaves would be here, the people would not be angry with him for doing such a horrendous thing and he wouldn’t be holed up in his room at the moment. He was stressed out, everything was going so wrong and he couldn’t stop it. 

If one had to place a finger at what was making him so terrified of the concept of going outside and having his room sealed both with barrier magic and a physical lock that constantly changed its internal structure so that any skeleton key would become useless as well as the constant near daylight lighting of the room itself then it would be Wilfried was afraid of the shadows and darkness. Night time horrified him now more than ever, his only means of communication being a magic messaging system that allowed him to transmit his voice to people that would bring his food and information about the outside world.

“What is going on out there?”

He asked with a raspy voice, he hadn’t spoken in the last couple of hours because of the screaming he had when he microslept by mistake and started to mess his room up in pure terror. His hair was ruffled up, his eyes bloodshot, and he looked thirty years younger by comparison despite being in his early twenties. Heavy eyebags and looking like he hadn’t properly bathed in days.

“The communications with the other city states have gone silent Milord”

“I see……what time is it right now?”

“The sun is about to set”

“………”

“Milord are you okay should we send help?”

“No. I am fine, I do not need help. Make sure this castle is safe, I want this place to be airtight. Not even a mouse should escape this castle”

“Understood Milord”

“?!”

“Is something the matter Milord?!”

“N-No its just that the curtains suddenly opened for some reason….”

“It must be the wind”

“But the windows are all closed….hmmm I’ll have to see if there’s any areas in this room that can allow a draft to flow easily”

The dusk was slowly creeping in and it felt like an eternity as it hung in place, never changing into the night. This was the warning that something was wrong which caused the knights and soldiers of the capital to become very uneasy. Without a single minute for them to prepare for a battle something huge leapt up into the air it was big enough to become a black sun, a halo surrounded it giving them all an irrational sense of fear. Then the black sun opened its singular gaze struck them with a terror that they screamed and became instantly insane on the spot then it exploded into a thousand, no a million floating eye balls of darkness that transformed their bodies into that of humanoids and began to mercilessly slaughter them all. Some possessed them and used their bodies to kill their comrades against their wills, some impaled them with shadowy spears and spikes, some grabbed a couple of them and threw them onto the ground from a great height making them bloody paste on the ground. 

This invasion of the obsidian fiends was taking place in such a manner they didn’t was possible, the knights inside of the castle were killed by the swordsmanship of these shadows that could cut through armor like butter with a hot knife. Wilfried could hear the screams of his men and took the escape route inside of his room so he could run away and live to tell the tale, his footsteps and the shrieking of knights and soldiers and adventurers was all he could hear from the ground above. He stopped for a single moment of rest, Wilfried began hearing slow footsteps coming towards him from up ahead the path he was supposed to go. The flames that lit the way were slowly being put out as the thing that was walking towards him was something different. Just as it was close enough it stopped, it started clapping hands. He was sweating buckets and wanted to run back but he was too afraid to move. 

“Well then this makes the final one”

A charming voice rang out from the shadows as it claps its hands coming out from the darkness is a beautiful dark elf. His very soul freezes up in terror as he knows it in his soul that this person was very dangerous and evil. As if meeting with an evil god he couldn’t speak.

“Well what do you have to say for yourself hmm?Nothing oh well I guess my job with you guys is done, c’mon let’s go to your execution then”

The shadows grabbed his legs and cut off his Achilles’ tendons causing him to fall down to the ground, he begins screaming loudly as the scenario was going on just like in his dreams. Eyeballs of jet black staring at him as he was being dragged away to his death, out of the escape route, out of his room, out of the bloodstained hallways and into the streets. He watches the people stare at him blankly as they see him get taken away to the place where he watched so many others die. 

“We are here, any last words?”

“?!”

His voice in this crucial moment is gone and he tries to bring it up to plead for mercy.

“Nothing?Well good, I will give you your punishment. Death by immolation, isn’t that exciting?”

(NO ITS NOT!!I DO NOT WANT TO DIE!!PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!I WILL BECOME A BETTER MAN!!I WILL BECOME A BEASTKIN’S SLAVE FOR THAT MATTER!!)

His thoughts spiraled out of control as he cursed himself and his gods, he cursed every person he could think of that led him to this place. The people were watching him, even the ones who he didn’t want to see for instance the beastkin and the undead. They all stood to watch his hands get pierced through by metal rod that stuck into the metal.

“This is the end of the era for the humans of this nation, now the dawn of the beastkin empire will rise like the sunset. To commemorate this celebration the burning of the final city state lord will now commence”

A person who sounded like a queen stood next to the dark elf who was holding a black flame of some sort with wood multiplying all around him. As soon as her speech ends the black flame is released onto the wood causing them to spread onto his body, he screams in pain and agony. The feeling of his flesh being burnt right off was never-ending and he could feel his very soul being caught on fire as his hoarse screams echoed out in the execution plaza. This pain was enough to last a thousand years as such it continued for 3 more days, after that he finally died.

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Yukiyo turns to the Queen who was satisfied to see the one who was oppressing her people suffering in the hands of the Gehenna flames.

“So my employment ends here but I would like to do one thing before I return home to relax from a week of war and such”

“What is it?”

“I did say I want to send a message to the Empire”

“What kind of message”

“You’ll see”

One of the Dark Matter brings a spear and she immediately knows the location of the royal capital of Cornea Empire because of the rogue Dark Matter that developed a personality before any of the others. 

“The emperor is discussing what to do right now with the church’s pope about your situation they don’t know that we’ve already taken over and were planning using the city state lords to make an invasion on your lands. Too bad we took the initiative and attacked first. Now then lets’ send this world into chaos with a single hit”

She grabs the spear and goes into a spear throwing form, with black mana pulsating within the weapon. Yukiyo smirks as she throws it in the direction of the emperor. With the sound of a thunderclap the spear races beyond the borders and breaks small mountains in its way, castle are broken in its wake as it rushes through them all, the capital is in sight as it breaks through the barrier set up by the new court mage who instantly dies to it despite teleporting to stop it with multiple other barriers. The spear strikes the wall next to the emperor who is cut by it, it cracks into a worded letter. 

『Humanity shall fall, prepare for the shitstorm of a war that is coming. Everyone will bring you self glorified motherfuckers down. Coexistence is coming whether you like it or not - Yours Truly Chaos』

These words would send waves throughout the empire and possibly every human centric nation that fell under it. As everyone would be more afraid of the one who called herself Chaos than the demon king.