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259. Tree heart-to-heart

    259. Tree heart-to-heart


    <b>Year 259</b>


    <b>11 Years to Impact</b>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Some of the heroes wanted to let Ken go, but ultimately, I saw Ken as leverage. It was pathetic, and sad, but I could not afford the heroes to fracture at this time. I needed the heroes to help me get through my Comet problem. Chung absolutely refused to let him die, and insisted that I keep him alive.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He threatened to quit from allbat engagements if I allowed Ken to die.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’ve always had a rather tense rtionship with the archer hero, but this sort of ckmail only confirmed my feelings. Khefri, the woman that Chung had a crush on, found his threat so repulsive that the two had an argument.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re a dickhead.” Khefri cursed. “Why do I only attract people that either want my power, or just outright horrible people.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chung tried his best to downy the severity of the threat. “Khefri,e on, I’m just asking Aeon to keep Ken alive.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve had idiots on Threeworlds trying to sabotage the demon king preparations, and here you are flinging threats like this around, threatening Aeon not to participate in battles against the demon king. What does that make me? I’m an idiot for thinking this hero-league thing could work, if it’sposed of selfish assholes like you. You immature foolish prick.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Khefri-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The scorpionoiddy refused to talk to him, and went back to Threeworlds to continue the preparations.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After thinking about it, I decided I was in no position to refuse Chung’s request, and it only made Ken mad as hell. He understood, but he was mad.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re a horrible person, Aeon.” Ken cursed. “You said you’d like to let me die.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I felt a little shit doing this to him, but at this point, I’d rather offend Ken than the heroes. “I will. Later.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">He understood, of course. He wasn’t stupid and saw the writing on the wall. “You just want them to help you destroy the Comet.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My non-response was all the confirmation he needed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“To think that at this point, I’m fucking leverage. I hate you, Aeon. Don’t do this to me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There are sacrifices I need to make, to achieve the goals. Goals that your friends agree with. I will throw you under the bus, if I have to. Unfortunately, your friend has forced me to do so.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The demonic mana’s gotten to you.” Ken cursed. I know it didn’t, but it didn’t change that some people would think that way.


    <span style="font-weight:400">***


    <span style="font-weight:400">Demons. What is a demon? I believe I am at the point where it is important to differentiate between being a demon, and being made from demonic stuff.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Or is this me trying to defend my own decisions? Has using demonic mana influenced me already?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I asked Patreeck, and my artificial minds to give myself a scan, and wondered whether it was even possible to duplicate a copy of my thought process, such that I could remember who I was. THey could copy my memories, but my thought process was very much linked to my soul, and essentially, I’d have to duplicate my soul.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Not possible.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Demons. What are they?


    <span style="font-weight:400">It’s actually quite hard to answer the question, but we know that they seek to assimte worlds, and have captured gods to do so. Or at least, their divine energy. They have advanced portal and void technologies, and have the capability to construct superstructures to make the most of them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It seems to me that the demons themselves can’t really answer that question, because my roots, made of demonic-energy and materials, moved unobstructed through the Comet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My beetle moved unharmed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We walked and moved among demons, and they did not react to our presence. We don’t know how long this wouldst, but we have to move quickly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Before the demons figure out there is a pretender among them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Digging deeper, and deeper, while the time continues to tick. Next year, the Comet will briefly approach Lavaworld.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If there’s an opportunity tounch an attack, that’s one of my best chances. I could simultaneously attack from the surface, and from my clone, while trying to sneak some demonic-mana beetles, trees and roots into the very depths of the Comet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My roots were naturally sensitive to the rocky-crystalline structure around us, and it was easiest for my roots to push deeper through the gaps, where different types of rock-crystals meet. I had presumed that the rock-structure would get more coherent as we went deeper, but the presence of imperfections in theet’s structure reinforced our earlier theory that this rock was a cobbled mess.


    <span style="font-weight:400">***


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just assume for a moment. What if you could have your own demon swarm? One that you controlled?” The repulsive idea came from Alka. Despite his own reservations about the demonic mana earlier, as time went on, he somehow came out with a wild idea.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was the magical equivalent of creating a mutant supervirus, one where I already have the cure, and have a built in kill switch. The dangers of such a weapon was so off the charts that I couldn’t even contemte the oue should it out-evolve its inbuilt kill switches.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If we could reliably control it, it’s no different from your swarm of beetles.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But we can’t.” I had no confidence we could control our own swarm. I wasn’t so conceited as the Terrans to think we could manipte our own autonomous swarm. The beasts we seek to control could consume gods, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it could some day turn against me. “I wouldn’t even-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The hunger within the demon kings, that intent to corrupt and consume from the Comet was enough evidence that demonic creatures have an inbuilt bias towards consumption and assimtion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But my chief scientist was not one to shy away from dangerous thoughts. It was because of his crazy, outright dangerous thoughts that he could design oundish massive bombs. There are times, especially with Alka, that the line between genius and madness is incredibly, incredibly thin and so porous.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Just a bit too far, and we’d be making our own demons-


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re already created your first demon, Aeon.” My beetles cracked through thest of theyers, We dug for an entire year, and eventually cracked through one of the deepestyers of the Comet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There, we found the heart of the Comet, wrapped in a tangle of demonic sludge and tentacles, and its many guardians.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I witnessed, through my demonic roots, the full glory of the Demon Comet’s Core, and felt the presence of power.


    <span style="font-weight:400">One, a demon king, that took the form of a rocky octopus with way more than eight tentacles. Perhaps a <i><span style="font-weight:400">multipus </i><span style="font-weight:400">would be more appropriate. It didn’t take much for me to realize this demon king was strong, because I could feel it’s throbbing aura pressing around it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Then, a core.


    <span style="font-weight:400">An actualary core covered in demonic structures and materials.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I looked at this section again, through my magical vision and noticed the flow of demonic mana. The core was already mostly corrupted by the demons such that it generatedrge quantities of demonic mana.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was this how demons generate even more demonic mana?


    <span style="font-weight:400">They could infest a core and make it do something else?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Like a virus?


    <span style="font-weight:400">They could repurpose cores into a womb for the demon king. They could repurpose cores to produce demonic mana. What else could they do with it?


    <span style="font-weight:400">But-


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was a weakness we immediately spotted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can we blow up the core?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">This was our initial n. Fracture the core, or disrupt the energy flows such that the magic that held such arge structure together crumbled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My domain holders rushed to make theputations. It took days, but we all gathered once more to go through the data. We met in a hall decorated with old, dried timber products.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“May not be enough.” Alka frowned. “And we don’t have a way to move such arge number of things without the demons noticing. It’s likely that some of the bombs may trigger-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Alka had a strange epiphany, as he looked at the cracked shapes in some of the older wood.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“-Unless we could create fault lines in the core.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aeon- do you think the beetle could excavate bits and pieces of the Core without the demons noticing? Create points of weaknesses along the core that would trigger a full fracture once we blow it up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Possible.” It was the equivalent of termites biting away at a building’s foundation for centuries- and then, all it took was a sudden shockwave to cause it alle crashing down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">***


    <span style="font-weight:400">My demonic beetles set out to work, the demons did not notice our presence, and they even snuck around the Demon King Multipus without raising its’ attention. It didn’t seem awake, or alert, as if it was hibernating.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We’ve reengineered demonic beetles such that they were designed for digging and removing dirt, and set out to dig. We approached the demon-possessed core, and got to work.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The core did not resist. Nor did it seem to mind beetles slowly moving bits and pieces of their hard rock. The Core was made of the same materials as the one I possessed from Cometworld, and also the other samples from Houndworld and Tropicsworld.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Just that this one had a farrger ratio of demonic energy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We tweaked the materials a little, so that my beetles found it easier to dig.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The Demon King continued to sleep, and my roots began to touch it-


    <span style="font-weight:400">I immediately felt the presence of something within the Core. “Shit.” I’ve known that each Core contains a Will.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">“-You are not these things. Youe from another world.” </i><span style="font-weight:400">The Demon Comet’s core spoke. <i><span style="font-weight:400">“Yet- you are coated in their energies. What are you?”</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I wasn’t sure whether I should be honest, or should lie. If it was hostile and subservient to the demons, I’d immediately lose my cover. If it was friendly, then I could help it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I wasn’t sure how to answer, and immediately sought out help. I tried to contact the Will of Treehome, and the Will of Tropicsworld-


    <span style="font-weight:400">Whether they could see-


    <span style="font-weight:400">Nothing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I got nothing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I went to my domain holders, and at this point, it could go either way. I’m not sure if waiting too long would-


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s go with honesty.” Lumoof suggested in the end.


    <span style="font-weight:400">So, I transmitted my response through my demonic root. <i><span style="font-weight:400">“Someone trying to stop this rock from crashing into our world.”</i>


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">“-Invaders.” </i><span style="font-weight:400">I felt my heart drop. Shit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Immediately, I could feel contamination. The voice I was speaking with wasced with demonic energy. The entire demonic Comet’s Core shook, as I felt the Demon King Multipus rouse from its slumber. Things have not been going well for me this time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was really no point to hold back, at this time, so I spawned even more beetles-


    <span style="font-weight:400">Here, in the depth of the Comet’s Core, the mana from the core was extremely dense, but clearly, the demons have no way of separating demons from each other.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the fuck.” I cursed, as I watched the awakened Demon King crush their own demons as well as my demonic beetles. It didn’t care. It began to destroy everything. Tentacles the size of buildings mmed into the ground with such force that the rocks cracked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This could be a strategy!” Lumoof shouted. “It can’t identify friend or foe. So it can only attack everything that isn’t itself.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I realized that was true, and my demonic roots expanded as fast as I could push them. I drew even more demonic mana from everrger demonic Giant Attendant Tree farms.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I know I shouldn’t.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But there was no choice. “Watch me and stop me if I do anything strange.” I pulled even more demonic mana, felt a strange sensation nagging in my mind, and forces pushing back against it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Patreeck voiced his concern immediately. “Master, we need more minds to watch for unusual behavior from the demonic mana. You’re pulling too much mana from Lavaworld-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I spawned more. But I needed more demonic mana to sustain my expanded roots, as the demon king’s gigantic tentacles smashed into the ground around us.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The core itself was unharmed-


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Could we confuse the demon king?” Lumoof entered avatar mode, and I felt some of his thoughts . “Make it seem as if the Core is part of us?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We- we could try.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I injected my demonic mana into the rocks and stones- my roots and vines constantly trying to spread further and deeper into the core, and I felt more of the Core’s will make contact with mine.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">[Domain has blocked attempted intrusion]</i>


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">[Domain has blocked attempted intrusion]</i>


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">[Domain has blocked attempted intrusion]</i>


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">[Domain has blocked attempted intrusion]</i>


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">[...]</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I felt my domain block intrusions repeatedly, but at this point, all I could do was flood more demonic mana into the demon’s core. The gigantic tentacle king mmed it’s massive limbs on the core structure, and more of them cracked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It did so repeatedly, but the demon’s core somehow caught on to my plot, as the core suddenly began to emit a constant wave of demonic mana, and it formed a shield around itself. I tried to inject my demonic mana through that barrier of demonic mana, and it didn’t get through.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My advance deeper into the core was halted. For now. I immediately tried to mimic the core’s demonic mana signatures. It was still subtly different, but somehow, it seemed to have fooled the demon king.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The demon king continued to smash everywhere for a bit more, and then it stopped.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It just sat motionless for a few days, as if trying to pay attention to the mana flows around it. It was all demonic mana. Mine, and the dem’s cores.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But the damage was done. The dem’s core was now littered with huge cracks from the demon king.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I took that time to observe my surroundings. I’ve gotten quite good at blending my demonic mana with that of the surroundings.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">“Intruder.”</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">But I had also gotten quite deep into the core.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">“-destroy you.”</i>


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">“-help me.” </i><span style="font-weight:400">The voice that got through was distorted. A whisper. Is there a will underneath that, despite the control of the demon king?


    <span style="font-weight:400">***
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