《Azran - Magic King of the Darkness(Finished Volume 1/Dropped Volume 2)》


 Prologe-Chapter 01-Entry to Another World

    Prologue


    Darkness exists everywhere.


    You try to ignore it...to pretend it doesn''t exist....But it does, and it has it''s place.


    Because without darkness there is no light. And without light there is no darkness.


    If everything was light then you would eventually forget why the light was different from the darkness.


    My younger brother is the hero, the one who stands in the light and saves the just and the innocent.


    But I''m different. I lurk in the darkness and destroy all the wicked who cross my path.


    I am the darkness that lurks in your shadows, the monster in your nightmares, the embodiment of every fear, and the destroyer of all who oppose him.


    I am Azran, The Magic King of the Darkness, and one of the 13 Magic Kings.


    Chapter 01


    I glanced up just as a sword swung towards my head. It was pathetic really, they actually believed that a sword could kill me. I could have avoided it but I didn''t, I was bored and I wanted to talk to Navaris but she was rather shy and wouldn''t usually come out unless my body was in danger.


    I watched the swordsman smile grimly, thinking that he had me, but right before the sword touched my face, his face filled with horror.


    I grinned as Navaris came screaming from my shadow, a mess of tentacles, snakes, thorny vines, and God knows what else, in a somewhat humanoid shape.


    I watched the man scream in horror for a mere second before Navaris began dismembering him, sending blood and guts splattering everywhere.


    Not that it really mattered, I was standing in the middle of a warehouse that was flooded with blood and corpses, they were a cult who had tried to assassinate my brother.......Bad Idea.


    There are a few existences you do not mess with.....Ever. One of those is a Magic King, the most powerful force in the world. It gets worse if his brother is the Magic King of Darkness, and even worse when that brother has Nyarlahotep, as his guardian spirit.


    Yep, that''s right Navaris is actually Nyarlahotep, the one from H.P. Lovecraft''s stories.


    Of course Lovecraft did mess some things up such as the fact that Nyarlahotep is FEMALE!!


    He did get the 1,000 different forms right though, and most of them would drive any sane person crazy, but maybe I was never sane to begin with.


    I first met Navaris when I was a child, my brother, George and I were born into a prominent magic family, about two years apart. I was the older brother and my parent''s first child, but George was the prodigy, who began using light magic at the young age of three, while I did not show any significant talent in anything.


    However; unlike some people who would be jealous, I was genuinely happy for my brother and always encouraged and supported him. We were always close to each other, but the one event where I met Navaris cemented our eternal brotherhood.


    It occurred when I was 11 and George was 9, we were playing with George''s "fiance" Marie, the daughter of another prominent magic family. While we were playing, a rogue group of magicians slaughtered our chaperones and kidnapped us.


    George tried to fight back but they threatened Marie''s life, so he surrendered.


    They then took us to an abandoned warehouse where they tied us to pillars with chains until the ransom arrived. The disaster occurred when some of the more twisted ones decided to try and rape Marie.


    When they attempted to rape her, George broke his chains and incinerated the one who was touching her. And I mean incinerated, there was nothing left but a pile of ashes. Unfortunately he still wasn''t strong enough and lasted about 5 seconds before being bound with magic and beaten by the others.


    I still remember the fear, anger, and hatred I felt then, as I screamed trying to help him, but was unable to do anything. I thought I had reached the limit of my sanity when was watching them beat my brother, while his fiance screamed in horror......but I was wrong.


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    One of them decided that they only needed two hostages and raised his sword to kill my brother.


    And that was when I snapped, my mind simply could not accept the fact that my beloved prodigy of a brother was about to die.


    I vaguely remembering screaming constantly while the chains that held me rotted and fell away, while a being out of your worst nightmares came screaming out of my chest.


    After that everything was just one red blur, and when I regained my sanity I found myself standing in a sea of blood and tiny chunks of flesh.


    Later, George told me that my eyes had turned a deep ruby red, while my hair grew halfway down my shoulders, and I sprouted 3 inch long metal nails. I had then proceeded, with Navaris, to slaughter all of the magicians.


    Normally after something like that you would be scared of the creepy guy who slaughtered a whole bunch of people, but George, and the rest of my family, accepted me completely. Although to this day Marie is rather nervous around me, apparently throwing someone''s guts in her face, didn''t help my case.


    Anyway, that was when my powers awakened, and when I first met Navaris.


    I shook my head a little as I finished thinking back and glanced at Navaris, as her body changed and compacted until I was looking at a beautiful woman, about 6 feet tall with a slim body, and a rather large bust, with dark purple hair going halfway down her shoulders.


    I grinned before leaning forward and kissing her, She struggled weakly for a couple of seconds before kissing me back. I grinned at her when I came up for air.


    "Long time no see Navaris, you''re as beautiful as ever"


    She blushed slightly before trying to turn to the side.


    I laughed a little as watched her face. ''Who knew that the ferocious Nyarlahotep of Lovecraft''s horror stories, was actually shy''


    My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my cell-phone. I pulled it out and glanced at the number before flipping it open,


    "Hey bro, What''s up"


    "Hey could you do me a favor and look for a series of spatial disturbances about twenty miles away from where you are. Some of the other Magic Kings are getting worried, I''m currently in a meeting with most of the other Kings, could you take a look?"


    "Sure, give me a sec.....Navaris, let''s go we''ve got a job"


    Navaris nodded once before sinking into my shadow.


    I grinned, it always looks so freaking cool, whenever she does that.


    Once Navaris was with me I teleported straight up into the sky before sending out mana probes to search for spatial disturbances in this dimension''s reality.


    "Got ya", I smirked before teleporting to the location.


    I glanced at the spatial disturbance, it looked like ripples in the fabric of reality.


    "Hey George, I found it. It appears to be a weak point in our dimension. Like someone is trying to come into our dimension or pull something out."


    "Huh, that''s odd."


    "Yeah, it almost seems like some one is trying to............ AAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGHHH!"


    I screamed in pain as invisible wires wrapped around my arm, and tried to pull me into the disturbance which was reacting and beginning to tear in the middle revealing a endless black void.


    I must have cast at least 300 spells in the next two seconds, but they all failed to affect it, even Navaris''s magic, tentacles and black acid mist failed to do anything. I struggled for a few more seconds before being yanked forwards into the darkness.


    My last thoughts were about the irony of the Magic King of Darkness being flung into an endless Void of Darkness.

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 Chapter 02 Do NOT ANNOY AZRAN

    Chapter 02


    I laughed as pain wracked my body.


    Most people would scream in pain, but I was laughing because as long as I could feel pain, I was alive, and as long as I was alive, I could escape.


    I looked around but it was pitch black in every direction. I grinned, the darkness didn''t scare me, I was the darkness. If I wanted this could become my new home. It was perfect, no noisy neighbors, or painful light, just deep, rich darkness.


    Well, there was the problem of soul shredding pain that accompanied every waking moment of your life. But hey, no place is perfect right.


    ''Navaris, you there?'' I tried to establish a telepathic connection with her.


    ''Yes. I am currently inside your head, since there are no shadows here''


    ''Oh.......For some reason I don''t find that creepy, it''s almost....Sexy. I wonder if this place affects your mind, because if it doesn''t I may have some problems.''


    ''This place does not affect your mind, unless you count going insane as affecting your mind''


    ''Yeah, well I''m already insane so.......I geuss I have problems. Wait how do you know it doesn''t affect my mind?''


    ''Because this was my former home. This is the void that exists between dimensions. We were pulled into a type of summoning, so I stopped us here in the void. Was that wrong?''


    ''No. That was good, any idea of what is on the other side of the summoning or why they were trying to summon me''


    ''No, I have never been to this world, but I know that they are amateurs when it comes to magic, or at least summoning. They simply threw out a massive spell to summon someone strong from another world.''


    ''Well that''s dumb. They think that they can pull me into another world to fulfill some petty request, with absolutely no care for my opinion. Yeah, Well I HAVE A LIFE TOO! YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN COMMAND ME!! THE KING OF DARKNESS. I''LL FREAKING SLAUGHTER YOU!''


    Somewhere deep inside I knew that my anger was irrational but who cares, I kept thinking about it and the more I thought the angrier I became, until finally I yelled


    "Navaris! Take us to this other world and if they don''t have a really freaking good reason for summoning me......I WILL RIP THEIR KINGDOM TO SHREDS!!!"


    What can I say, I can hold one heck of a grudge. {Note: Do NOT piss of Azran, Very Bad things will happen to you if you do}


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    ''Of course''


    One moment later a blinding light enveloped me, leaving me just enough time to mutter


    "Light, Why did have to be light?"


    The world seemed to spin for a second before it stopped and I staggered for a moment before regaining my balance.


    I glanced around quickly, it seemed that I was in a medieval style castle. I was standing in the middle of a rather large summoning circle, while the hall was filled with knights, soldiers, a rather large assortment of mages, and several archers. All of whom were standing between me and the throne.


    I smirked when I looked at the throne. A rather short man, with an enormous stomach, a long white beard, and dull blue eyes was sitting on the throne, next to a tall thin woman, with intelligent green eyes, and long blond hair. She was probably at least 30 years younger than the king.


    I took all this in before infusing my voice with mana, sending it booming throughout the hall.


    "What hast thou summonned me for, worthless mortals"


    I always enjoyed playing the bad guy and this was the perfect situation. I could easily fool all of them into thinking I was some really important guy with awesome powers.


    Oh......Wait......I am a really important guy with awesome powers. Crap!! There goes that option. I opened a telepathic link to Navaris.


    ''Hey Navaris, If they say something unbelievably cliche and worthless, like "We have summonned you to defeat the Demon King" I swear I am going to kill everyone in this room starting with the fat old guy.''


    ''Of course, would you like me to intervene when they attack.''


    ''No, I''d rather not let anyone know that you exist, you know like how you hide a trump card till the end then suprise everyone with it.''


    Huh. I don''t really feel angry anymore, Oh well, that''s what comes from being insane. There''s really no logic to the way you think, one moment you''re happy, the next you''re slaughtering a whole bunch of not so innocent people.


    "We have summoned you to defeat the horrible Demon King and his monstous forces"


    Oh, look at that, All my anger came back. Time to relieve a whole lot of stress.


    "DIE, HUMAN SCUM!!!!"

 Chapter 03-OOPS

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    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


    Chapter 03


    I slammed my hand into the King''s head, sending little bits of skull and brain matter splattering everywhere.


    Before anyone could react, I grabbed the woman''s head and twisted until I heard a satisfying crack.


    I then turned towards the stunned observers and let a vicious smile rip across my face


    "Come on, who''s next"


    The words had barely left my mouth before almost everyone in the room charged me.


    I quickly cast a barrier around the throne room, trapping everyone inside, before turning back to the matter at hand.


    I never understood those mages who would make insanely large and flashy fireballs, or lift enormous boulders, to kill their opponent, when simply heating their armor enough to boil them alive, or flinging a small pebble through their brain killed them just as dead as incinerating their body, or smashing them to a pulp.


    I tapped the side of the first sword to reach me, sending it into the neck of the neighboring knight, before grabbing the first knight and swinging him around in front of me.


    I waited for a second until I felt the arrows slam into his body before yanking a dagger from his belt and thrusting it into the eye of the next soldier  who was charging me.


    I then flung myself into the air, landing in the middle of a group of knights. They all tried to stab me at the same time, making it simple for me to duck and allow them to slaughter one another. I grabbed two of the swords and began slaughtering the rest.


    As I watched heads leave their bodies and blood splatter everywhere, I smiled. It was always like this, whenever I began to kill it would come. An inexplicable feeling of happiness and fulfillment. It was like I was born to kill, to slaughter, to rend.


    I used be scared of myself, but I embraced those urges, when I saved George. It was the price of saving my brother, I don''t know how but somehow I knew that nothing was free, and there was a price for what you wanted the most.


    In my case, it was the loss of self-restraint, and the urge to kill. Maybe this power was what turned me into the monster that I am, but I regret nothing, for me that price was merely a small thing to ask for saving my brother. If it was to save him, I would have willingly become the worst monster in existence.......and who knows, maybe I did.


    Sometime during my thoughts I had begun laughing, the soldiers were looking at me with despair in their eyes, as they tried to kill a maniac who laughed as he slaughtered. However this just made me laugh harder, as the delicious scent of their fear and despair flooded my senses.


    Unfortunately, my laughter caused me to slip for just a moment, but that moment provided just enough time for a stream of light to slam into me.


    My body was flung backwards with horrific force into the wall, leaving a large indentation in the solid stone. I glanced down as the flesh melted off my arms, leaving only my bones. Luckily I had managed to bring my arms together to form a sort of barrier, or that would have taken off my head.


    ''Are you all right? Do you require my assistance?" Navaris''s voice echoed in my head as I slowly stood up.


    ''No. But I''m done playing around.''


    I began laughing like a madman, as I reached into the deepest corner of my soul and released the beast that dwelt inside.


    I don''t know if it was a sentient being that entered into me when I gained my powers, or if it was simply a gathering of my darkest feelings, but whenever I released it I lost the small amount of self-restraint I had, and went on a rampage.  At that point I became unable to tell friend from enemy and simply killed everything in sight until I ran out of mana, or everything was dead.


    Horrendous cracking sounds echoed inside the room, as my body changed. Foot-long horns ripped out the front of my skull, and my skin tone darkened into a deep bronze, I grew about a foot, and my eyes blazed red.


    Light Mage POV


    I stared in horror at the abomination that we had summoned, it was just supposed to be a regular summoning, but for some reason this bastard had just attacked us, and killed the King and Queen.


    ''Why, what did we ever do to you'' I screamed in my mind as the demon slaughtered the soldiers who rushed him. Honestly, I was to scared to do anything as he played with the lives of the knights, like they were helpless little creatures.


    I tried firing a spell but my mind went blank and I couldn''t remember any of the spells I had drilled into my head for the last twenty years.


    Why!!!! I was the top graduate of my class and had risen quickly, all the way to the King''s court. I had endured the corruption of the court for the chance to do something good, to make a difference. But here I was unable to do anything as the demon destroyed everyone in the room.


    The feelings of rage and helplessness filled me until I screamed and released all of my mana in a stream of light at the demon.


    Maybe it was luck or the blessing of a god, but at that moment the demon slipped instead of being dodged, my spell slammed into him, flinging him across the room and into the wall.


    Yes! YES! YES!!!!!! I did it, I killed the beast, I did something noteworthy, I MADE A DIFFERENCE!!..............N-N-NO! Impossible, nothing should have survived that.


    My hope and elation died, plummeting me even deeper into despair, as I stared in ever increasing horror as the demon stood, and then changed. I guess that he was masquerading as a human, and now he was revealing his true form.


    His body bent grotesquely as horns ripped out of his head, and he grew about a foot while his skin darkened, and demonic red eyes blazed from his skull. The earthshattering roar that escaped his mouth was filled with such rage and hatred that everyone froze where they stood, no one even dared to breath, lest they draw his attention.


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    Suddenly the demon disappeared, only to reappear right in front of me.


    I tried to scream, to run, to do anything but I couldn''t. In the end I just stood still, while his claws ripped through my chest, separating my body into several pieces.


    As the Darkness came for me I laughed, it was so ironic, that we believed that we could control whoever came from the summoning, and manipulate it into killing the Demon King.


    But instead, we ended up summoning an even worse monster, who had absolutely no reason to help us, and who was extraordinarily pissed off that we had disturbed his rest.


    George''s POV


    "F*%$." I yelled as I slammed my fist into the table, pulverizing it and sending the contents of the drawers scattering all over the floor.


    Two days......It had been two days since my brother had disappeared and still no one could find him.


    I had called in every favor I could, while my parents had sent out a request to every ally we had, for assistance in locating Azran. But all the searches, traces, and scrying ended in the void.


    The experts on the void had said that it was the dead zone inbetween worlds, and that it was impossible to trace anything through it. However; I did not accept that and told them to find a way.


    Most people ended up giving me plenty of room, due to my somewhat over the top reaction, when some asshole had made the comment that it was "A good thing that freaky S.O.B was gone".


    I finally stopped beating the guy after an hour or so, and had my assistants send the barely living sack of flesh to the healers.


    Azran didn''t know it, but I had always admired him. Even as a child, because while people were praising me and calling me a prodigy, everyone outside our immediate family tended to ignore Azran because he had shown no aptitude or skill for magic, or anything else, except reading.


    But reading isn''t a job, so most people deemed him useless. Yet, despite that Azran wasn''t jealous of me, but constantly encouraged me, and supported all my endeavors.


    But while I admired him, I still wasn''t as close as we are now. It was during the kidnapping incident that we became so close. Azran was extremely thankful because I did not reject him when he turned into some sort of demon, even though that scared him. But I was even more thankful because he had saved not only my life but also Marie''s life, who I was in love with.


    After that there was just about nothing I wouldn''t do for him, and I could tell that he felt the same way about me.


    But now he had been dragged off to some other dimension, I COULDN"T DO ANYTHING!


    As a Magic King you have an enormous amount of power, but all my power was useless. My control of light was worth nothing, and the one time my brother needed my help, I WAS USELESS, I couldn''t pay back even a portion of the debt I owed him.


    "AAAAUUUUGGHH!!"


    The papers that were scattered across the floor, ignited and turned to ash. But before I could light the entire room on fire, a pair of thin arms encircled my neck and two warm mounds rested against my back.


    ".....Hey, Marie"


    "Hey Honey....You know you don''t need to worry about him that much. We both know that it''ll take a hell of a lot to actually kill him. And don''t forget that he has that Navaris woman with him. So it''s highly unlikely he is dead or even injured, he''s probably just having fun terrorizing some random group of people, on whatever world he ended up on"


    "...Yeah, I know. It just feels wrong to have him missing."


    I sighed as my worries seemed to drift away. It was always like this with Marie, she had this unnatural ability to calm you, and make all of your worries disappear.


    "Anyway, I have something that should provide you with a little distraction, you know to relax"


    I glanced down as Marie''s hands undid the front of my pants. I smiled, She was right, Azran was probably fine and I did need a distraction, I could resume the search tomorrow.


    I spun and pushed her against the wall.


    "Well, I''m distracted. Now what should we do next"


    Marie gave a seducing smile and started to take off her shirt. I grinned, tonight would be a good night.


    Azran POV


    I stared at the sea of corpses that surrounded me, as numerous people tried to force down the doors, but my barrier held and they shoved for no reason.


    "Sh***********t!" I yelled.


    "How the hell am I supposed to get back now. I just killed the only people who might have known how to send people back across the void. DAAAAMMMMMIIIIIIIIT!"


    However; after about 15 minutes of solid cursing, during which I not only used every curse I knew twice, but also invented some rather interesting curses of my own, I realized that I knew someone, who had traveled through the void before.


    "Hey Navaris"


    "..............."


    "NAVARIS!!"


    "..............."


    "OMG Navaris, are you SLEEPING!?"


    "Well whatever, as long as I''m stuck in some fantasy world I guess I should look around.................OMG! I just realized that they brought me here to kill the Demon King. I mean I knew, I just didn''t realize it. I wonder if the Demon Kings here are the same as they are back on Earth."


    "Huh, this might not be so bad after all"


    With that I dropped the barrier and teleported a thousand feet straight up. As I stared at the surroundings, I grinned. I was in a fantasy world, where literally anything was possible, if I was lucky I could fight a dragon or something. The ones back home tended to avoid me after I ripped the wings off their leader for insulting me.


    I teleported once more, to the entrance of the forest, that could barely be seen from the castle''s walls.


    "Watch out world, I''m here and there''s nothing you can do about it. BWAHAHAHA!!"


    And with more than a few questioning stares from the grazing goats, who obviously had no idea how to deal with an insane genius,  I entered the forest.

 Side Sory-and Chapter 04 Azran the Ripper?

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Side Story:Life of a Monster


    Navaris POV


    I was born in the Darkness.


    It was cold......I was alone.....I did not have a name.....or a purpose.


    An eternity passed as I drifted in the Darkness....There was nothing but me and the Darkness.


    Eventually I stumbled upon a light...I did not know what it was but I knew it was different.


    So I went into it....I came out on a world called Earth......I was surrounded by peculiar beings.....Later I learned that they were called Humans


    When I appeared the Humans became silent...Until one of them yelled something...It was "Monster".


    Monster.....was that my name......what was a monster....Some of the Humans began throwing things at me..


    Was this a greeting......I should play it safe and imitate them......But Humans are fragile.....They broke, and screamed, and cried....I did not understand what they said....But I understood their feelings.


    They wanted me to leave......I was sad that they did not want to talk with me....But they wanted me to leave.....So I left.


    A long time passed.....Now I understand their words.....I am a Monster....A being that no one desires....My purpose was to kill and destroy....They told me that this was what I was meant to be.....That I was an ugly, vicious, powerful monster......They gave me a name......Nyarlahotep.


    Some beings worshiped me...Others scorned and feared me....I changed my shape, to try and be accepted....They still feared me.


    A long time passed....I was bored.....this endless cycle of worship and hate....I wanted something different.....Something new.......Then I found him.


    A young boy....being forced to watch as his brother was beaten, by the same ones who feared me.....He screamed for help......None Came.


    His mind reached out....Searching, feeling for anyone, anything to help him.....No one answered.....Then He found me......His mind touched mine....He wanted to see me....I showed him.


    He saw me.......He was different from the others.....He did not bow...or scream....He grabbed me....and begged for help.


    No one had ever asked me for anything......They had screamed and cursed...or killed hoping for my favor....but no one had ever asked.


    This was new....This was different.....I entered him....I saw his deepest thoughts and desires....Even those he did not know he had.....He truly did not fear me....Not even in the darkest corner of his mind...


    Even those who worshiped me, feared me.....He was special......He screamed in horror....His brother was going to die....I used him as a portal...allowing me to bring my body into this world.


    I leapt towards the men and watched as the familiar fear covered their faces....but this time it was different....I had someone who did not fear me.....How dare they upset my human.


    HUH....No that''s right....He is mine.....My Human....MINE...


    It seems I awakened his powers...He changed....and is killing the other men....but one thing is the same....He still doesn''t fear me....My chest feels weird....Is this happiness?.....It is strange.....and uncomfortable....but not unwelcome.


    He has returned to his normal form...The others are scared of me....I don''t want to upset him...so I change to look like them.


    He smiled at me....He said I was beautiful....I have never been called that before....even when I changed to look like this....They still called me a monster....but not him.


    I think I will stay with him....I have no where else to go.....everyone else fears me.


    I heard them.....they called him a monster.....I will definitely stay with him.....He is not a monster......I will not leave him alone.....I do not want him to be alone like I was....I will not let him become a monster.....I will keep him human.....So he will never fear me....or leave me.


    He smiled.....He can hear my thoughts......He says that he will always stay with me....That he will never fear me....I think I like this human......He is comforting......I have never been comforted before.......It is a new experience......I think I like this comforting.


    Chapter 04


    Azran POV


    The forest was beautiful.It was filled with gorgeous trees and beautiful flowers. It is so amazing...but its beauty is slightly dulled because of the memory of all those wasted lives.....is this perhaps the rumored conscious....Huh...it feels weird.


    I think I over reacted. I didn''t need to kill all of them. But I''m not sorry...I will never be so helpless again.....That day.....I was forced to watch George be beaten and almost murdered....I was helpless and useless, while one of the only people who didn''t ignore me or whisper that I was useless and a failure, was beaten.


    ....And when they summoned me.....Once again I was powerless.....Even though I gained all that strength and power.....I was still helpless.....


    I had failed.......I was still useless.....They had to pay for that.....for rendering me helpless once more.....There was almost nothing worse than realizing that all of your hard work and power was for naught......How dare they.....What right did they have to render me helpless.....Who Died and made them God?


    I shook my head. It was useless thinking about past events. Nothing I could do, would allow me to change past events. There was only the present and the future. But in memory of all their wasted lives, I would give the next people who piss me off a chance at life.


    ''Hey Navaris you awake now''


    ''I was never asleep. However since you did not need my help with the battle, I figured that you would not need my help with anything else.''


    ''Um...Navaris...Are you sulking?''


    ''Of course not. I was simply ignoring you since you had no need of me."


    ''You do know that that is sulking right. And it wasn''t that I didn''t need you I was just really pissed at them and wanted to kill them myself.''


    ''.........''


    ''Tell you what the next time I decide to kill a bunch of people, you can kill half of them. Okay....''


    ''Very Well. I accept your terms''


    Whew! Dodged that bullet. A pissed off Navaris is not something you want to deal with. When she''s pissed, she makes me look like a nice normal Boy Scout.


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    If Boy Scouts were demons who liked to destroy stuff for fun....and were often compared to the Grim Reaper.....and Armageddon.....and the Beast of the Apocalypse.......and Jackie Chan......All right scratch that last one.


    I glanced around and frowned......Something wasn''t right....There was an aura of fear and pain in the air...but no one was in sight.


    However; a second later a small girlish voice screamed "NOOOOO!!!! Someone....Please Help Me....Anyone....Please"


    Now I may be a psychotic killer but even I have some sort of twisted moral code.


    My moral code is very short and simple:


    1. I do not practice or tolerate Rape


    2.I do not practice or tolerate Slavery


    3.I do not kill or mistreat children {And I have a very simple method of dealing with those who combine any or all of the first three rules [Execute with Extreme Prejudice]}


    4. Try not to kill to many innocent people {Okay so the last one is rather vague and flexible}


    And from the sound of it someone was breaking at least one of my rules. Oh well, I decided to give them one chance at living......I really hope they refuse.


    I sprinted into the forest before telling Navaris


    ''You only get to kill half of them after they refuse to stop. And you should try to stay in your human form in this world. I don''t want a bunch of nitwits trying to gain your favor by having human\demon sacrifices again''


    ''Very Well.'' Navaris answered.


    I found the scene of the disturbance soon after, It seemed that a bunch of human slavers, I geuss there were about 15 of them,  were trying to enslave a little dark elf girl......Oh I am going to enjoy killing them.


    The little girl was a dark elf, that much was obvious from her dark grey skin, silver hair and sea-gray eyes, besides her pointed ears. She was very slim and couldn''t have been older than seven years old.


    The slave traders were trying to drag her into a wooden cart, with several chains in it but she was squirming on the ground, and barely managing to escape their grasp. As she writhed in their clutches her eyes met mine, and she screame


    "Please, Help Me....PLEASE!!"


    I grinned, I had said I would give them a chance at life, but I didn''t say that I would actively try to get them to accept it.


    "Hey, Assholes. Give me the girl and run away. Then maybe, just maybe I''ll spare your worthless lives."


    Well I gave them a chance, I just didn''t make it seem appealing.


    "Shut up, you bastard. This girl''s worth a lot of money. Stop squirming bitch!!"


    As he said that, he kicked her in the stomach, hard. Her body convulsed for a moment, before she coughed up blood, and gasped for breath.


    ''That guy is mine. Feel free to take the one charging towards me, and whoever else you want''


    ''Agreed''


    The jackass who was charging at me, with his sword. Yelled like some barbarian and swung it sideways, towards my chest.


    Navaris appeared, or materialized out of my chest....I never really understood how it worked......but any way, she did some sort of handstand on the guys head, before twisting it 180 degrees, and flipping off towards the other slavers.


    I grinned, just like her to do something any human would deem impossible. Oh Well, It was my turn now.


    Infusing my body with mana, I teleported in front of the girl-kicking asshole, and before he could react, I grabbed his shoulders......And ripped him in half.


    It was kind of cool really, I''d only ever seen people do stuff like that in comics. Then I swayed backwards, avoiding the stabbing of a spear, before snapping the poor bastards arm off at the elbow.


    I waited till he started to scream, before shoving his arm, through his mouth and out the back of his neck.......see, poor bastard.


    I spun around, till I was facing another three, who were wearing some sort of metal helmets and plating. I grinned, this was why everyone wears kevlar nowadays.


    I reached out with my mind connecting to the metal,and forcing it together. The fools didn''t even have time to scream before their helmets turned into compacted balls of scrap, sending what was left of their heads splattering everywhere.


    I glanced over at Navaris, just in time to see her rip someone''s throat out with her teeth, before ripping off the heads of the two standing behind her.


    Leave it to Navaris to come up with interesting ways to kill someone. Oh well.....She can deal with the rest of them.


    "Navaris, They''re all yours"


    And with that I turned to the little girl who was coughing blood on the ground. I crouched down and placed my hands on her stomach, sending my mind into her body. It seemed that the asshole.......What was his name again........Oh Well I geuss he didn''t have one.....anyway he ruptured several of her internal organs......Maybe I should''ve tortured him before killing him...To bad.


    I sent mana down my arms and into her body, using it to repair her organs, before sending it throughout her body, healing any slight bruises or abrasions.....Whew! I brought my mind back into my body, to be assailed by a strong drained feeling.....It seems that took a good portion of my mana....I specialize in the destruction of the body, so it takes a lot more energy to actually heal it...


    "So what''s your name?" I asked her. Conveniently ignoring the screams of pain and terror as Navaris tore the smart ones who had tried to run away into tiny little peices.


    "...Angeline" She whispered. She was probably still coming to terms with the fact that the man who had ripped someone in half, had just healed her.


    "Nice to meet you Angeline....My name is Azran....The Magic King of Darkness....sounds cool huh."


    She giggled a little, before nodding. I grinned before asking


    "So Angeline, What were you doing...."


    "Sister, Don''t!!!"


    "Huh...What are you...."


    I barely managed to get those words out, before something hard slammed into the back of my head, flinging me into a nearby tree.


    And my final thoughts, before I faded into unconsciousness were


    ''OMG! I can''t believe I got decked by a girl!!!..........I am never going to live this one down.''


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    Chapter 05


    HUH......If I''m unconscious then


    ''Why the Hell does it hurt so much?!''


    Wait, I can feel something, leaning against my face. So, I guess I''m not unconscious...but Why can''t I see anything...


    My hands fly to my face, and sure enough.OMG! That B*tch!!. She popped my F*(#*NG EYES OUT!!. What is she, Superman?!!


    CRAP!!. Regenerating them is going to take a good amount of time, and unnecessary pain but. Just because I don''t have eyes, Doesn''t mean I can''t see. Eyes are a luxury, not a necessity


    I released my aura, letting it envelop everything around me. Time slowed as my aura pressed against every surface giving me a detailed layout of my surroundings


    Using you aura like this was extremely useful as you became able to see in every direction at the same time, but it only worked if you had a strong enough aura to actually reach any distance and it''s other drawback was that it allowed people to see what kind of person you really are. An aura is literally the shadow\light of your soul. So, most people refused to use it, because they all had secrets they wanted to hide. But I was rather up front and didn''t hide the fact that I was a sociopathic killer, with many, many deaths to my name.


    The elf who attacked me was running towards me, but she had stopped before my aura even reached her. Probably because of the numerous tentacles that had ripped through her chest. AHHH. Good old Navaris.


    I grinned. It had been forever since someone had ambushed me. Let alone managed to actually give me a decent injury. Soon she would start wishing she had never been born.


    I had a really large stinking headache. And the cause of it was right in front of me. I was thoroughly pissed off and decided then and there to give her a fate worse than death. Oh Yeah, I was going to enjoy this one.


    Sirenia POV


    This is what she should look like -


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    I leapt into the air and spun, giving extra force to my swords as I prepared to decapitate the fool who tried to enslave my sister.


    Angeline saw me  a moment before I took off his head and screamed something about stopping, but it was too late. This fool had to die.


    But something inexplicable happened. My swords, which could cut through a tree with a 3-foot diameter, were unable to break his skin, instead his body was flung away with enough force to shatter boulders.


    Weird. He must have had some magic protection.I turned to make sure he was dead, only to see him get up off the ground like nothing had happened.


    Impossible, I won''t fail this time. Even as I charged at him I noticed that he had no eyes. Huh, he doesn''t stand a chance. I thought as I charged him.


    Only to be stopped by some type of tentacle or vines. That ripped through my chest, somehow avoiding all my necessary organs, and only dealing an enormous amount of pain.


    I had opened my mouth to scream, when I sensed something. It was horrible, Evil, Vile, and Absolutely Terrifying. My body was shaking so hard I could barely turn my head to locate the source. And what I saw was something that ripped away the hope for any chance for escape or survival.


    The "fool" was standing and his aura had enveloped everything around him. I had never even heard of an aura as strong as his.....Even the masters were only able to create an aura for a few feet around themselves. While his spread for at least several hundred feet in every direction.


    But that wasn''t enough to induce this bone-shattering fear. It was not the size of the aura but the aura itself, that created such paralyzing fear. I could not move even if I tried to .It had robbed me of the will to do anything, even the will to live.


    I looked into the aura and would have screamed in horror. If I could move or make a sound. What I saw was a sea of corpses, and blood. There were so many. So many dead. How does a person even manage to kill so many people. It was terrifying. I saw some of them clawing at him, trying to escape the hell they were stuck in.


    Then he smiled. He smiled as numerous corpses clawed at him, trying to tear him apart. smiled while he stood in a sea of death.


    It was then I realized that he enjoyed this. He enjoyed inflicting pain, and watching us suffer. He enjoyed our fear, our despair. It was a drug to him, addicting him and forcing him to always crave more. Whoever this "Fool" was, he was a sadistic and cruel bastard, who cared nothing for the lives of others. My mind tried to flee, to escape and leave this horrible reality. I tried to escape to the dreamworld, so I could convince myself that this was all a nightmare.


    But it couldn''t, dark terrifying magic gripped my mind and forced me to stay conscious. He was approaching me, I could do nothing but stare in ever increasing horror. He whispered to me, in my mind.


    ''You are strong. Most people kill themselves out of pure terror, when they see it. You are either really strong or really dumb.


    You will regret the day you attacked me. Because I am going to give you a fate far worse than death, although, In the end you may rejoice, Simply because you cannot fathom life without me, because I will strip away everything that makes you exist, and alter your very soul. You will still exist, but your current identity will be destroyed. My name is Azran, and I am the Magic King of Darkness. When I am done, You will bow before me, and you will enjoy it.


    I shivered when I heard this, because I knew it was true. He held so much power, so much dormant potential. He could do anything he wanted to, and no one would be able to stop him.


    As I stared at him another voice sounded inside my mind.


    ''Do not think you will get off so easy. You have harmed that which is mine, and I am going to make you suffer for it''


    Somehow the voice was even more terrifying than Azran''s. It held not a promise but simple knowledge. It did not threaten, it merely stated the fact. It was similar to Azran but the voice held such depth. It was ageless, It had always existed, and it always would.


    It was then that I realized that I was unfortunate enough to have attacked an unbeatable monster and angered a God. Despair coursed through my veins as a vicious smile ripped across Azran''s face.


    "Well now, Let us begin"


    I tried in vain to scream at least once, but I was to late. Total darkness enveloped me, and it was then I knew true despair.


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    My body is constantly wracked with horrific pain.


    A thousand red hot needles are piercing my skin.


    My bones are being broken and healed.


    Constantly.


    He visits me sometimes, and when he does,


    the pain lessens.


    I used to curse, to swear at him. But I am desperate for company.


    The lonliness is destroying my will, my mind has been driven to the brink of sanity.


    I begin to long for his company.


    For the lessening of pain.


    ''I told you I would not let you off easy''


    Another voice echoes throug the Darkness. I scream as the skin peels off my body, and my flesh melts off my bones. But I am still alive, I cannot die, My body heals, Only For it to begin again.


    I call for him.


    I want him to come, to take away the pain.


    I can''t even remember why I hated him. All I want is for the pain to go away. I know he is dominating me, controlling me. But I don''t care. I just want him, He takes away the pain.


    He came for me. He made the pain go away.


    He showed me pleasure. I have never felt so much pleasure.


    My body begins to ache for him. I am becoming addicted to his presence.


    I cannot stop. I want more.


    Anything.


    I would give anything. Just to be close to him.


    He offered me something. It is called a soul contract. It says that I will never betray, or attempt o harm him.


    It says that I will always obey him.


    I am insulted. I would never betray him. He brings me pleasure to replace the pain.


    He smiled at me. He said he knows. But someone could take control of my mind. They could try and force my body to attack him.


    Then I would be sad. Because I would feel like I betrayed him.


    I understand now. He is offering this to me, for me.


    It is to protect me from his enemies. He is kind. So kind.


    I accept the contract. I can feel him. I can hear his thoughts. He can hear mine. Now we will never be apart.


    He said he is going to awaken my body. I smile. I can hear his thoughts.


    He will never abandon me. And all I have to do, is obey him. He is so kind.


    Another voice whispers to me. It is the scary voice.


    It says that I can become closer to Him. I pause, then I decide.


    I will listen to the scary voice, because I can endure anything. As long as He cares for me.


    The voice tells me things. And I listen.


    Azran POV


    I sighed as I leaned back. That was definitely exhausting. Exerting that much control over something for several hours was draining by itself. But I had been controlling at least fifty different high-level spells for several hours.


    One of them was a time control spell. So while only a few hours passed in reality, Sirenia was living through several hundred thousand years of mental conditioning.


    That was enough to break the mind of even a decently old dragon. Well I had fullfilled my word and gave her a fate worse than death. A couple hundred thousand years of torturing someone continuosly tended to take the edge off your anger.


    She had far more strength than I had imagined. Which was one of the reasons I had offered her a Soul contract. Another was that I needed a guide and source of information on this world.


    I needed to know who I could anger, before I took any sudden, drastic measures or movements. Well, As long as we forget the massacre at the castle. But I had been planning on returning after it was done, so I had no reason to care. At least originally.


    Unlike a Slave contract, which merely forces a single party to submit. A Soul Contract binds the souls of two different people. It affected me as well as her.


    Of course the effect was smaller on me, but from this point on, I would be unable to simply view her as another life that had no real value to me. Instead I would care for her, at least to a certain degree, because she was now literally a part of my existence. I could survive without her, but It would be vastly uncomfortable and a portion of my soul would die with her.


    Huh. Am I developing some sort of caring mentality? If I am, that''s more than a little scary. I live apart from other people because I do not know how I would react, if someone I cared about was to die. I don''t know what would happen.


    It was horrible watching George almost die. I don''t think I could survive another such experience. At least not without losing the little humanity I have left.


    I glanced over at Angeline. Who had been sleeping for the entire time, and dispelled the sleep spell I had on her, releasing her into a normal sleep instead of a magically forced one..


    I then looked towards Sirenia, who was beginning to awaken. She sat up and groaned as she stretched her muscles before looking around frantically, searching for someone.


    Ah her eyes met mine and she smiled in relief, before blurring towards me.


    ''It looks like her speed has doubled'', was my last coherent thought before I was wrapped up in a giant bear hug.


    "You came for me! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you."


    Huh. Did I overdue her attachment to me. Maybe I should have made it a little less extreme. No. I didn''t make it extend this far. So that means, Navaris must have done something. Damn. I can never understand how she thinks, maybe this is for her amusement.


    CRAAACCCKKK! I swear she just broke three of my ribs. Oh well. I''m not really worried because she is incapable of trying to inflict harm on me, although her over-eager attitude could wind up breaking a couple of bones.


    "Sirenia, would you mind releasing me, before you break any more bones.."


    "Of course. My deepest apologies"


    She leapt backwards and bowed deeply, with a rather horrified look on her face.


    I glanced over at Navaris. It looks like she is trying to hide a smile. So this was for her amusement.


    I sigh and look back at Sirenia who is still bowing.


    "Don''t worry about it. Now I suppose we should head towards your village and return you sleeping sister."


    "Of course. Umm, Can I tell you something?"


    "Sure. What is it"


    "I look forward to serving you as your second wife!"


    "Sure, Sure"


    Wait. What did she just say?


    "WHAT THE HELL!!!!"


    My shout echoed throughout the forest, sending birds flying out of their trees and animals running for their dens.


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    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Chapter 06


    "What did you Say?"


    I try questioning Sirenia but she just tilts her head and looks at me strangely.


    Wait. Calm Down. I need to think about this rationally. She said second wife, so that means She was told this by my first wife. But I don''t have a first wife, unless, OMG! Navaris. She set this whole thing up.


    I turn and glare at her. She smiles back at me. It is a rather teasing smile. Is she trying to piss me off? Wait a minute.


    If she was aiming for this. Then is that why she didn''t kill Sirenia when she attacked me? Did she predict my reaction, and plan this whole thing out. No, No, No.


    Impossible. She would never, Oh, Wait, Yes she would. DAMN IT!


    I turn and open my mouth to set everything straight. When I suddenly close it. Wait A Minute, why the Hell am I planning on refusing.


    I just got handed the chance to marry a smoking hot elf-babe and a gorgeous goddess or a titan. I''m not really sure which one Navaris is. What kind of thick-headed moron would give this chance up!


    Huh. I think I''m going to like it here in this world.


    I turn back to Sirenia and smile.


    "Of course. I look forward to being your husband."


    Sirenia blushes and nods her head, with a huge smile plastered on her face.


    I shoot a smug grin at Navaris. Bet You didn''t see that one coming.


    But she just smiles back at me, with this superior look on her face. DAMN IT! Don''t tell me she predicted this to!


    Maybe I should start being a little less predictable. Maybe I should try being more chaotic.


    I open a telepathic link to Navaris.


    ''Careful what you wish for honey. You wanted a husband. You got one.''


    I grin as she blushes. Score one for ME. Although making a virgin blush is probably not that hard. Well she is as old as time, so she has probably seen every type of sex possible, so maybe it does count for something.


    Huh. She''s glaring at me. I guess she didn''t like the thought about her age.


    Women are weird. Even My insane mind works logically, when compared to theirs. I mean if you''re immortal than you get stronger as you get older. What''s not to love, I just complimented her, but she''s still glaring at me.


    Women are impossible to deal with. Yet I just got engaged to two of them.


    Huh. I wonder what marriage is like in this world. I doubt that there''s any laws requiring monogamy, since Sirenia looked so happy at being a second wife. But if I''m going to marry them I''ll need to know their customs. I mean I at least have to give them a ring or something.


    Well I am 24, so I guess it was high time, I get a bride, or at least a girlfriend. Heck, George has had a fiance for the last ten years. I am really far behind, but not too many people want to hook up with a guy who is feared by just about everyone. And who scares the crap out of them.


    Well it''s not like I''m a stranger to sex. Although having the ability to manipulate a person''t mind, is a huge benefit. Like when I made Sirenia feel unimaginable pleasure, by simply manipulating her brain, so that she felt someone stimulating every single sensitive spot on her body, at the same time, constantly.


    For her it was like climaxing contiuously, for a hundred years. Man I get shivers just thinking about it. I''m not sure if that would be either heaven or hell, But it was probably pretty close to both.


    Oh Well. I get up and groan silently, my muscles are freaking killing me after staying in one position for hours.


    I ask Sirenia where her village is and she tells me that it is about four hours away, if you ride a horse.She seems excited, something about introducing me to her parents.


    I suddenly decide that I have business in the opposite direction of her village, or not. Angeline is stil asleep. I wonder what she will think about her recently reborn sister. Why do I have a bad feeling about this?


    Well we should get walking, this may take a while. I blink a couple of times, and take a second to get used to my new eyes, they''re a little weak, but that will change soon, by the time we reach Sirenia''s village they should be back to normal. Sirenia picks up Angeline and we start walking.


    Damn it! I wish Navaris would stop glaring at me. Just how sensitive is she about her age. It''s not like I care about the fact that she is older than the entire planet. OWWWWW! She just punched me through our telepathic link. I think I''m going to ignore her for a while, maybe she''ll calm down soon.


    Crown Prince Cyril Percy Willams Jr. III POV


    {Remember that nameless king that died a while back. Well this is his son''s POV}


    I stared at the empty throne room and shook my head. When I had recieved the letter, in my diplomatic residence in the Shilian Empire, I couldn''t believe my eyes.


    This had to be some sort of sick joke made up by one of my father''s ministers, but I rushed back to the castle and found out that it was true. My father was dead and I was the new King. My position wasn''t great because most of the top mages and knights had been killed, during the failed summoning. As well as the few remaining nobles who were loyal to my father, and not their own greed.


    I glanced at the people gathered behind me and smiled sadly, before asking if I could have some time to myself. They were very accommodating and quickly left me to my grief. Only a few seconds had passed before I was left alone with my advisor, Kilmah.


    He was a rather sneaky man who had contacts in just about every part of the underworld. I slowly walked up to the throne and sat in it. My body began to shake, it shook harder and harder, until I could no longer contain myself.


    I burst out laughing, I laughed harder and harder, until I was exhausted.  Then I vented my frustration.


    "What a fool!! To botch a simple summoning and end up getting killed!


    Everything was for naught! My carefully planned coup fell to pieces in an instant. I didn''t even have to lift a finger to topple him from his throne. And now everyone views me as the traumatized prince, instead of the evil ursurper.


    PRICELESS!! This is absolutely priceless!!!"


    Kilmah watched me silently, as I rolled with laughter upon the throne. He looks a little disappointed. After all he did do most of the planning for the coup, he had even hired the assassins. It was ready to be pulled off but a week before we began the operation, The King died. HE DIED!!


    This was perfect! My position was far better than if I had had him assassinated. But Kilmah''s perfect master plan was now useless. I''ll have to make it up to him, maybe an expensive slave would do. He has some rather "Interesting" tastes.


    My father was a stubborn old man. He refused to submit to anyone and continued to rule our little kingdom, as if it was an empire. But I was different, I saw the truth. If we did not join the Shilian Empire we would become their enemies. This had happened again and again, until finally there were only a few kingdoms left on the continent that had not joined or been absorbed by the Shilian Empire.


    They were smart about it too, they left each kingdom their ruling rights and laws, while only demanding a portion of the collected taxes, the allowance of non-human slavery, and having a portion of their knights sent to the capital to join their army. And in return for these small concessions, each king retained his throne and recieved protection from most monsters, while having access to the Shilian Empire''s vast army to crush any rebellions or monster infestations.


    My father had refused to join them, But I knew it was only a matter of time, before we were crushed and my throne was lost forever. So I plotted and schemed, to save my throne. But now I had recieved it, without having to lift a finger. It also gave me the perfect reason to turn to the Shilian Empire. I could say that we needed assistance in catching and destroying the monster my father had summoned.


    "Kilmah, prepare a letter to be sent to the Shilian Empire, accepting their offer to join the Empire. And while you''re at it, prepare a speech for me to give to the people, tomorrow after my coronation, make sure to make it inspiring, while giving me the sympathy of all the important nobles. Then withdrawl as much money as you need and go buy yourself a pleasure slave, You deserve a reward for your loyalty and hard work. Even though the coup is now unnecessary, it was still a perfect plan"


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    "Of course your majesty. And May I be the first to say, Long Live the King!!"


    With that Kilmah turned and left, leaving me to my plans for the future.


    Karl Darkblade POV


    {Sirenia and Angeline''s Father}


    He looks like this-


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    I have ruled our clan, with an just yet firm grip, for the past thousand years. And because of that we have prospered and avoided the humans at all costs.


    My daughters were both beautiful and intelligent. My wife was beautiful and gentle, although I would not like to be the one who pissed her off. She was the daughter of a Dark Elf and a Naiad, and had inherited a good portion of her mother''s powers.


    It was a good life and I was content. I had a perfect loving wife, and two adorable daughters. Everything was good.


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    There were some minor annoyances of course. Sirenia tended to be rash and headstrong, refuting all of my attempts to calm her down and get her to settle down into a peaceful life.


    For some reason my wife wouldn''t take part in these discussions. Something about letting her choose her own fate.


    HUH. She doesn''t have to make any hard decisions. She is my daughter. Therefore, I will make those decisions for her.


    Today was a good day. My daughters would soon return from hunting and I would introduce Sirenia to her new fianc¨¦


    . I had taken my time and browsed through the candidates for her hand in marriage, until I found the perfect one. He was handsome, strong, had good potential, and most important of all, was very loyal to me.


    If I used this right, my daughter would give up on her madcap adventures and settle down into a peaceful life. Yes, with this all my problems would be solved.


    I walk to the window and stare out at the village. We call it that from force of habit, but really it''s more like a fortress-castle. This was the result of countless years of hard work and negotiations.


    Hmm one of the guards is running towards me.It looks like he has some important news.


    "WHAAAAAT!!!!!!"


    He says that my daughters have returned and have brought what appears to be two humans to our fortress. And Sirenia claims that the male is her fianc¨¦.


    UNACCEPTABLE!! I do not know what sorcery this human has cast upon her but I swear, I will rend his head from his body and free my daughter from this enchantment.


    I summon her fianc¨¦, the one I chose, and grab my swords as I march down to the gate.This fool will die here.


    Don''t worry my lovely daughters. Father will free you from this pathetic human''s enchantment.


    Azran POV


    Finally! It took forever for us to reach the village. Although they call it a village, It looks like some sort of fortified castle.


    Angeline is holding my leg. It seems that the spell I placed on her was a little too strong. She only remembers what happened up until the point that I saved her. She doesn''t remember Sirenia attacking me, Although she is acting rather suspicious of us. Most likely due to Sirenia''s attitude towards me.


    From what I gather, she thinks I am Sirenia''s lover, who she kept a secret from their father.


    She is also displaying some control of ice magic. At first we were all shocked, but I''ve been teaching her to control it, while we walked.


    It is possible that being placed under a spell for a long duration of time awakened her powers. I''d rate them at about Elite Mage level. Not bad for someone, whose powers just awoke.


    On Earth there are nine levels of magic. They are:


    Apprentice Mage - Mage - Elite Mage - Master - Grandmaster - Arch-Mage - Magus- Arch-Magus - Magic King


    Magic King is as high as the rating system goes. And someone who recieves the title of Magic King is at least on the level of the lesser Gods.


    There was also a ranking for non-magic power, mainly for sword and martial arts practitioners. However; their top ranks were the equivalent of an Arch-Magus.


    They were unable to reach the level of the Magic Kings, because they retained their humanity. While those who became  Magic Kings had to throw away their humanity. This was Because it was the only way to obtain power that rivaled the Gods.


    Their rankings were:


    Soldier - Knight - Elite Knight - Master - GrandMaster - Sword King - Sword Emperor - and Sword God.......


    If I had to guess, Sirenia was probably about GrandMaster rank.


    The guards look like they''re going to refuse us entrance. Go figure.


    Everything that I do ends up being far more complicated than it should be, and It almost always ends with me having to kill a whole bunch of people or beat someone to a pulp.


    One of them went running off to tell their chief, with my luck he''s probably some macho, overprotective father.


    Well, I don''t want to marry Sirenia right after I kill her father. Even though she would probably be okay with it,  Angeline wouldn''t. And that would just bring up a host of other problems. All in all, it wouldn''t be worth it.


    HUH. Maybe I''ll get lucky and he''s actually really weak. Wait. Come to think of it, I have no idea how I should marry Navaris or if she already considers us married. I opened a link to Navaris


    ''Hey Navaris. Are we married?"


    ''Of course. Ever since we bound our souls, We have been married. Soul Contracts are a form of eternal marriage, Did you not know this"


    ''Of course I didn''t Know! If you don''t tell me stuff like this, how Am I supposed to know?''


    DAMN IT! Are you telling me I''ve been missing out for the last couple years. What a waste of lost time. AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! I feel like smashing something. I just missed out on at least four years of sex with a literal goddess. DAMN IT! Oh well, At least I know now. Why couldn''t she just say she like me? Did she have to manipulate me into another marriage, just to tell me that we were married?


    Thank God the only people I''ve made contracts with are Navaris and Sirenia. I shudder to think what could have happened if I had made contracts with everyone I cared about back on earth. I mean I care for my brother but.


    YUCK! I don''t even want to think about that.


    Just then an incredible amount of bloodthirst washed over me.


    "Where are you, You B*stard! I will force you to remove the enchantment from My Daughter!"


    Hmmm. Well technically it was brainwashing, with a bit of soul altering. Not an enchantment and it can''t be removed.


    But this isn''t good, only people at least two levels above Master level can emit that much bloodthirst. Her dad is strong, like really strong. He''s probably about Sword Emperor rank. I''ll have a hard time defeating him without causing any permanent damage. Oh well, I guess he doesn''t need both arms or legs, or his eyes.


    "How dare you, take advantage of Sirenia. I Johan Strauss, Sirenia''s fiance, challenge you to a duel, for the privilege of taking Sirenia''s hand in marriage."


    HUH. Who the hell is this weakling. He''s not even Grandmaster level. What a joke.


    Actually this might not be so bad. I can defeat him in front of the villagers. And bypass Sirenia''s father, for her hand in marriage, by right of being the champion of the duel.


    "Very well. I Azran, accept this duel. Try not to die punk!"


    Allright, let''s hurry up and get this over with. It seems her father can sense my intentions, he looks pissed. But there''s nothing he can do about it.


    Whatever, I want to hurry up and fullfill the duty of a husband. GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY! Johan whats-his-name!


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 Chapter 07 - Im Gonna Be A Father?!

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Chapter 07


    Azran POV


    I looked at the fool rushing towards me. What was his name again? Jared, Jason, John? It was something along those lines.


    Oh Well. Let''s get this over with quickly.


    I quickly shift into my demon form. Horns rip out of my head, my skin darkens, my eyes blaze red, And my body grows about a foot. Huh. There''s something new, this time I grew some sort of fangs.


    I wonder if I can suck blood like a vampire. No, I don''t think so. The just feel like large teeth, kind of like a wolf''s canines.


    This was the first time I had tried using my demon form, without being in a rage.


    But it looks like it is just another form, and my rage was not directly tied to this form. Cool. This is useful, I can use more of my magic power in this form, it also feels a lot stronger.


    John, or Johan has almost reached me. He''s yelling something about me being a demonic enslaver, and how I should prepare for death.


    Well that first part is probably true, but there''s no way I''m going to let some weakling kill me.


    I wait until he swings his sword down towards my head, before throwing a single punch.


    It shatters the sword and connects with his chest, for a moment nothing happens, and I wonder if I put enough power in it.


    But then he is thrown backwards with incredible force, flinging him through the solid stone wall behind him.


    Hmmm. Did I use to much force? I was holding back a lot, maybe I overestimated him. Or maybe this form is just that much stronger than my human body. I''m not sure, but I suppose I should check and see if he''s dead.


    The guards are staying away from me, it''s almost like they''re looking at some sort of monster. But Sirenia''s Dad isn''t frightened. He looks like he wants to rip my head off.


    I get the feeling that if there weren''t any witnesses, He would try to give me a slow painful death, removing my limbs, and other extremities, one at a time.


    I''ll worry about that later. Oh, Damn. I guess I overdid it. There''s a huge freaking hole in the center of his chest, and it looks like his bones have been turned into dust.


    How the Hell is he still breathing. I mean really, Even I would have a hard time in that state, and he is nowhere near my level. Wait, there''s some type of strange magic here.


    Oh, it''s Navaris. Wow, she must have had him under a powerful survival spell even before I hit him.


    I quickly perform a rudimentary healing on his most obvious injuries, like the giant hole in his chest. And when I say a rudimentary healing, I mean I just shoved a whole bunch of mana into his body to heal the external wounds.


    I would leave the extensive heaing to the healers. I stood up before anouncing


    "He''s still alive, barely. I would get him to a healer quickly, if I was you."


    I pointed to the guards as I said the last part before walking over to where Sirenia, Navaris, and Angeline stood.


    "Well care to introduce me. I assume this is your father?"


    "O-Of course. Azran, this is my father Karl. Dad, this is Azran, my fiance."


    I almost laughed when Karl''s eyes nearly popped out of his head when Sirenia said the word ''fiance''. It looks like all of his veins are sticking out, the man really needs to get a grip on his anger mangement issues. Well I guess I''m not one to talk but still. Just a couple of words and I would bet anything that I could make him snap and attack me. No, No, No. I''m supposed to try not to kill him.


    It''s hard to resist though. I love taunting guys like him, who are ready to explode at the slightest provocation. Oh, looks like he''s coming this way.


    "Just who do you think you are. Suddenly appearing and claiming to be my daughter''s fiance. WHAT KIND OF TRICK HAVE YOU PULLED ON MY DAUGHTER!?"


    He yells into my face. Hmm. I think I''m starting to get pissed off. But just before I open my mouth to say something, Angeline tugs on his pants.


    "I know who he is Daddy."


    "Really. Then tell me, sweetest daughter of mine"


    Ugh. Sweetest daughter of mine. Does this guy have a daughter complex or something? What a freak.


    "Okay. He''s Sirenia''s secret lover. The one she visits every time she goes hunting."


    Wait. What? Where did she come up with that answer? Well I''m not going to refute it, it would definitly explain her attitude towards me, and that would probably go over better than the fact that I brainwashed her.


    Uh-Oh. Looks like Daddy is going to snap.


    "YOU B*STARD!!!"


    I watch as Karl rips his swords out of their sheaths, and prepares to cut me down.


    All right. Magic King vs Sword Emperor part one incoming. But just before he begins his attack there is a squishing sound, and his face contorts with pain.


    Huh. Did Navaris do something? I glance over but neither she or Sirenia have moved. Then I glance down.


    Oh.


    DAMN!


    I wince. That is harsh. There is a warhammer made out of ice, stuck between his legs.


    He slowly falls forward clutching his privates. There is a shorter woman standing behind him, and holding the hammer''s handle. She has a striking resemblence to Sirenia, I''m guessing that this is her mother. I can only hope that Sirenia is missing that part of her mother''s personality.


    "It is a pleasure to meet you. I''m Sirenia''s mother."


    I automatically extend my hand and say


    "O-of course. I am Azran, Sirenia''s fiance."


    She says something about lending us a house to stay in, until Karl wakes up but I''m not really listening. For some reason I keep looking at Karl and hoping Sirenia doesn''t turn out like her mother.


    I glance down at Karl''s limp body and wince, this woman is certifiably scary.


    Now don''t get me wrong, there is very little that can scare me. But there do exist some things which you just don''t do. I kill people without mercy, in various horrible ways. But never once have I messed with a guys balls, there are some things which are just wrong.


    If you put Sirenia''s mother in a room with the devil, I can guarantee you that the devil will look like a tame housecat next to a lion.


    Trust me, I would know. I''m actually on pretty good terms with him.


    We''ve had our share of disagreements over the years. Like when he tried to use a pair of loaded dice, and I ended up ripping off his horns and shoving them through his eyes.


    Ahhh. Good times.


    But no matter what our arguments are about they are never greater than the male bonding we experienced that day. When we walked in on his wife ripping off some poor soul''s balls and force-feeding them to him.


    I had nightmares for weeks.


    Turns out his wife has a thing for torturing young, handsome, rather innocent men. And when she doesn''t have any, I mean innocent people are not in abundance in hell, she takes it out on him.


    The devil and I made a pact later, first we would never speak of this incident to anyone, second, I would find and kill at least a dozen young, handsome, rather innocent men a year, and I had to carve a certain symbol on their chest, that would make sure they got dragged to hell.


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    And in return for this, the devil would take "special care" of the people I really had a grudge against, when I killed them. We also made arrangements for the release of any of my friends who somehow managed to end up in hell, As long as I sent an extra group of men for his wife down to him.


    Sounds rather unfair to those poor guys but as long as I don''t know them, I don''t care.I mean, as long as it guarantees that I am spared the horrors of the devil''s wife, I''m pretty sure I can ignore the lack of morals it takes to send the poor guys to a fate far worse than death.


    I also felt a bit of pity for him, I mean he married someone who would torture him when she was bored.


    Not the best choice if you ask me but apparently the sex is great. Although it doesn''t quite make up for all the ball-ripping.


    Shudder.


    So far there have only been a few things that scared me, and all of them were female. Tells you a bit about that saying ''Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned'' doesn''t it.


    Oh well. It seems we''ve arrived at the house, we''ll be staying at. It''s a little small but it''s furnished rather nicely, with a full kitchen, bathroom, and a single bedroom. I grin when I see the large bed. Perfrect for three people.


    Ahh. Tonight is looking promising.


    All of a sudden Navaris grabs me and forces me into a deep kiss. I respond instantly, but am a little confused. She had never been the one to initiate any type of contact before, what changed.


    Just then I feel a small tablet slip down my throat. I break off the kiss as I begin coughing. What the Hell? What did she just. . . . Huh. Everything is getting hazy. I feel something rip through my pants. Don''t tell me?!


    Yep. That''s what it was. That must have been some sort of an extremely potent aphrodisiac. Why did she feel the need to give me one? I have no idea, but I can''t hold on any longer so, I should do my best to enjoy this.


    We did it again and again and again. I remember Navaris using her tentacles to do something wonderful to Sirenia while I watched, then I did both of them together. I''m not exactly sure how I did that, but it worked.


    It was rough and fast, slow had nothing to do with it, since I had pretty much zero control. I can''''t even remember most of it, but apparently it was awesome. At least if I had to judge from the contented sounds both Navaris and Sirenia were making. Well what I can remember is actually pretty good, as a matter of fact it was excellent.


    I have absolutely no idea how long it''s been since we started, but judging from the position of the sun, I''d say it''s been about 18 hours.


    How the Hell am I still even alive. Well I am still in my demon form, maybe it gives me endless stamina? If so then I think I will remain in this form.


    Wow. I swear I have to find out where this stuff can be bought. I would definitely pay a fortune for this stuff.


    I glance over at Sireni and Navaris. They''re lying naked on the ground, surrounded by various broken items, sleeping soundly.


    I glance at the rest of the room.


    Oh. Wow.


    I wonder how much this is gonna cost.


    The entire bedroom is ruined. Everything than can break is smashed, even the bed is in multiple pieces. The only things that aren''t broken are in the kitchen and bathroom I guess next time I should dilute it, just a little.


    I turn when I hear a knock on the door. I get up and use magic to grab my clothes and put them on. Then I take another moment to fix the hole in my pants. DAMN! That stuff is effective!


    It''s Karl. He doesn''t look happy but it also doesn''t look like he''ll attack me right off the bat.


    "What do you want?"


    "As much as I hate you, my wife has convinced me that my daughter''s life is her own and she can marry who she pleases. However; Whoever marries my daughter will become the next head of this clan. So if you wish to marry Sirenia you must prove yourself to me."


    Hmm. Sounds suspicious, but I didn''t miss the fact that he winced when he said the word ''convinced''. I actually feel a little sorry for him.


    "All right. What do I have to do?"


    There''s no way I''m opening the door to allow him in, not with Navaris and Sirenia naked like that.


    "Nothing special. Just destroy the army that is marching towards us."


    Wait. What army? I teleport straight up, about a thousand feet and look around, while using a small amount of wind magic to keep me floating.


    Oh. That army.


    Hmmm. Some of their banners look familiar. Now where have I seen them before?


    Oh. That''s right, those are the same banners that were hanging all over the place in that castle. {Remember, those poor fools who summoned him}


    Don''t these fools ever learn. I killed all of their commanders, just a couple of days ago. Any replacements, wouldn''t even be a


    Wait a minute. There are some different banners mixed in with theirs. Maybe they made an alliance with some other kingdom. That would explain their numbers, there''s probably about ten, maybe fifteen thousand. Not really a problem for me, but a definite problem for anyone else.


    Huh. That old man is underestimating me, a Magic King is a ruling force in any world. Just the appearence of one can cause entire armies to turn and flee.


    I teleport back down and look at Karl.


    "Sure. Just give me a little time to get prepared. I''ll take care of them when they get within sight of the walls, make sure all of your people stay inside, I won''t be held responsible if they get in my way."


    With that I slam the door and turn to look for the bath. I might as well relax and take a nap, I''ve got about three hours before they come within sight of the walls.


    I chose to let them get that close so that all of the elves would see my power, and hopefully that would discourage any future duels. With that thought I collapse onto what was left of the mattress and fall asleep.


    About 3 hours later.


    Sirenia''s piercing scream rips through my consciousness. I leap to my feet, while hellfire explodes out of my palms, ready to send whatever bastard that was lurking around straight to hell.


    I quickly look around but there doesn''t seem to be a threat anywhere. The only people here are Navaris and Sirenia, and they are both looking happily at some multi-colored sticks, in their hands.


    What the hell. What are they so excited about. It''s just a couple of colored sticks.


    I walk into the kitchen grab a glass from the cabinet, then pour myself a drink. Ah, elven booze, way better than the liquor they sell back on earth.


    I walk back out to see what they''re so excited about. I mean what''s so exciting about colored sticks.


    "So, What''s got the both of you so happy. Beside the awesome sex."


    Yep. Just had to pat myself on the back. Good job me. I take a well earned drink of booze.


    "Well. We''re pregnant!"


    Booze sprays from my mouth, as I descend into a vicious fit of coughing and hacking.


    I swear, there must be something in this stuff, because I could have sworn she just said they were pregnant.


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 Chapter 08 - Dont Insult the Devil

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Chapter 08


    Azran POV


    Father?! I''m going to be a FATHER. When did that happen? Oh. Right it was just last night.


    I grab the bottle of booze and drain it''s contents. It only takes a couple of seconds for me to drink what was probably about 2 liters of vodka on earth. One good thing about demons was that over-drinking was not possible, although it also meant I could never get drunk. Well unless I turned back into my human form.


    I lean against a wall as I try and catch my breath. I swear, you''re supposed to lead up to something like this. You just don''t shout it out, that nearly gave me a heart-attack.


    Navaris won''t tell me what was in the aphrodisiac but I get the feeling it had something to do with their pregnancy. Not to mention the fact that it appears this world has a type of magic that is soley dedicated to finding out whether or not you are pregnant, which definitely explained the instantaneous reaction.


    But still, an entire branch of magic dedicated to pregnancy? It''s more likely that it is actually a sub-category of healing magic, although it seems weird, yet strangely useful.


    So now on top of the fact that I have an army to slaughter, I know also have to deal with the sudden fact that I''m going to be a father.


    Well, maybe it''s a good thing the army is attacking. I''m currently dealing with several conflicting emotions and I need a place to sort out my feeling on this. What better way to relieve stress than single handedly slaughtering an army. You should try it, it does wonders for your blood pressure.


    Hmm. Sirenia looks nervous. I sigh and tell her its fine.


    I just need some time to process the news. I mean this is like getting told that I have an uncureable disease and only have nine months to live.


    I teleported out of the house to the walls of the fort. I really have no idea how to deal with this. I''m not scared of it, I just don''t know how to react. I mean what kind of kids want a monster for a father?


    I have absolutely no idea how to be a father. I could try to imitate my father, I mean I turned out pretty well. Well, aside from a couple of quirks like being a sociopathic killer who delights in fear and despair. Small stuff like that.


    No. I should just teach them what I know, and do everything I can to prepare them for life. I mean if they''re my kids then they should be powerful beings, not some little wimps that rely on their parents for everything.


    Yes. That''s it! All I have to do is teach them how to rule, conquer, and destroy. If they know that then they shouldn''t have any problems in life.


    Of course I should probably get them a decent starting position, so that they don''t have to spend an eternity rising through the ranks of the weak.


    Hmmm. Rulers of the Dark Elves? No, No, No. Far to small.


    Maybe being a King or Emperor? No. Still to small.


    Come On Azran! Think! What could position could possibly be good enough for your children?


    Yes. That''s it,  I''ve got it! Rulers of the World!


    Yep. That should do it. After that they can go on to be Gods, or conquer other worlds. Perfect!


    This way I get to fight all the strongest people on this world, while fullfilling the duties of a father. Yes! I am a certified genius. Who else could come up with such an awesome plan? Hmmm. That''s Right. . . No one.


    I glance over at the incoming army and smile. I suppose this marks my introduction to the current world leaders. I should make it as showy as possible, maybe I should use one of the spells the Council forbid me to use on Earth?


    I think they said something about them being to inhumane, or destructive? There were a couple who complained about me playing God, or trying to start the Apocalypse. Well they were right, but they''re not here. So I don''t really have to hold back, do I.


    Hmmm. Maybe a minature supernova. No, that would probably destroy the fort as well as everything within a hundred miles.


    A temporary black hole, or maybe a giant earthquake. No. Maybe an atom bomb? No. Still to big.


    DAMN IT! All of my forbidden spells are only good for destroying massive areas. Come on. Don''t I have something for destroying only a relatively small area.


    Wait. There is that one, I''ve never used it like this before, but theoretically if I make it big enough. . . Yes. This could work, It will make a huge impression on the elves, while showing every powerful figure on the planet that someone who is stronger than them has arisen.


    Perfect. All I have to do is cast ''Gates of Hell'' over a huge area. I can even use the ground beneath their feet for stability, to allow it to stay open longer. Hmmm. If I play this right I can even obtain extra protection for my children when they''re born.


    I jump over the wall and begin walking towards the army, I can''t wait. Their fear, their despair as they fall into the pit, it will be wondrous.


    I look up. Someone is shouting at me, He looks like some pathetic accuse for a human. Now, what''s he saying?


    "I am King Cyril Percy Willams Jr. III. You killed my father. Prepare to Die"


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    Huh. So he''s the son of that fat king. He looks just as pathetic as his father.


    "I have borrowed this holy army from the Shilian Empire, for the sole purpose of killing you. Prepare to die demon!"


    I laughed. It was hilarious, this pathetic punk actually thinks a force of this size can kill me.


    I lifted my hands and began to concentrate. This would take an insane amount of mana, and concentration.


    Normally when someone cast ''Gates of Hell'' he would summon a middle tier demon, and offer him a sacrifice, in return for power. I was going to do the same thing but on a much, much larger scale.


    I was going to summon the Markal, The Devil himself. I was on pretty good terms with him but still, he won''t like being summoned any more than I did. So I needed to be careful, because I was going to have to use over 75 percent of my mana, to summon him.


    Markal is the ruler of all 7 layers of hell, and possessed power on par with that of the Greater Gods. Do you have any idea how much power it takes to summon a God? I can assure you that it usually takes the deaths of thousands of people, just to provide enough mana for the summoning. As far as I know, I would be the first to attempt this, by a single person.


    But the rewards far outweighed the risks. If I complete this then all the world''s current leaders will see or at least sense the enormous amount of power that will be unleashed. And if Markal accepts then the army will be gone, and he will have pleased his wife, while I will recieve protection for my children, in the off chance that I am unable to help them.


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    I close my eyes and unleash my aura, some of the soldiers scream in terror, I ignore them and concentrate.


    A magic circle imprinted in the ground, it has to be both massive and intricate. I concentrate, blocking out all of my senses, hellfire pours from my hands and races to form the beginnings of a magic circle. I design it carefully, one missing piece and the entire experiment would fail. I add layer after layer of ancient runes, while making several smaller magic circles that begin rotating inside the original. Finally, It is done.


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    I begin pouring my mana into it. Massive amounts of mana flow through my body and into the magic circle.It seems the army has figured out that something horrible is going to come so they''re going to try and stop me. They''re hurling fireballs and arrows at me in a vain attempt to get me to stop, but it''s useless. The massive amount of mana flowing through me is healing any wounds as soon as they appear.


    There, it is done. I haven''t felt this drained in, actually I''ve never felt this drained.


    The ground shakes as smoke and fire rise from the center of the circle before taking on the massive form of Markal, Ruler of the Seven Hells.


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    "Who dares summon me? I am Markal, Ruler of the Seven Hells and I demand an answer!"


    The ground shakes as Markal''s massive voice booms out across the land.


    "Hey Markal. Over Here."


    "Who dares address Me! I am Markal, Ruler of. . . Oh, It''s you Azran. Why did you summon me? You must have known I wouldn''t like it. Even if you are a sort of ''friend'' that does not excuse this behavior."


    "I know. But before you say anything take a look behind you. Do you see it? At least ten thousand relatively young men. It should be enough to smooth over any future disagreements with your wife. Am I right?"


    "Hmm. Most of them are guilty of many things, but there are at least a thousand who are rather innocent. What do you want in exchange for them? I assume you have a price and did not just summon me to show them off."


    "Of course. Since I disrupted your day, I''ll keep it small. One Demonic Guardian Beast and one bloodbound Higher Demon for each of my children, on the day of their birth. This is not limited by the number of children I have, although if the number exceeds five I will perform this ceremony again. Do we have a deal?"


    "Hmmm. I accept your deal, although this sacrifice has no effect on our current pact of at least a dozen innocent men a year. In other words, mass sacrifices don''t count. Do we have an understanding?"


    "Yes. I agree"


    "Then this deal is completed. The Guardian Beasts will be of your chosing, although I reserve the right to chose the bloodbound higher demons. I''m going to use this chance to clean house and get rid of some of the more troublesome lords."


    "Accepted." I responded immediately. This went even better than I had hoped. He seemed pleased, so he must have had a recent disagreement with his wife and was going to use these poor souls as a bribe.


    Huh. I just made a literal deal with the Devil, so why do I feel so good about sending several thousand men and some women to a horrible eternity in Hell.


    One of them just yelled something and threw a fireball at Markal. What an idiot, throwing a fireball at the Devil is like throwing a drop of water at the ocean. Although, I may be able to have some fun with this.


    "Who dares attack Me"


    "Hey Markal, It was that guy."


    I point at that King Cyril whats-his-face, then grin as his jaw drops in shock. Obviously I have no idea who threw it but this is for my personal amusement. Ever seen the Devil on a rampage, well here you go.


    "He said something about your wife being some sort of ugly hunchback, and that you shouldn''t be Ruler of Hell because your father was a goat."


    Poor King Cyril, he''s going to be placed somewhere worse than the darkest corners of Hell for that speech. Even though he didn''t actually say anything.


    It''s really hard not to laugh when Markal''s eyes bulge out of their sockets. But somehow I stop myself, this is just too funny.


    "YOU FILTHY HUMAN SCUM. HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY LOVELY BRIDE, AND MY HONORABLE FATHER. I WILL CREATE AN EIGHTH LEVEL IN HELL SOLELY FOR YOU. I WILL MAKE SURE THAT HELL TAKES ON A COMPLETELY NEW MEANING! YOU WILL REGRET THE DAY YOU ANGERED ME!"


    Fire explodes from Markal incinerating everything up until the mountain range in the distance. Hmmm. Maybe I made him to angry? Oh well. Nothing I can do about it. It looks like proud King Cyril has wet himself. Poor guy, I can''t imagine what Markal has in store for him.


    Markal turns to me and says "Thank You for bringing this trash to my attention. I owe you one. I cannot believe a lowly human dares to mock the Ruling House of Hell. I will have to remind this trash and anyone associated with him of my power. I will see you soon"


    There is a tremendous flash of light and heat, and just like that Markal and the invading army are both gone. There is nothing left but a burned out magic circle and an enormous area that has been burnt to ash.


    Well that was fun. I think I''m going to go visit my wives now, and tell them the good news. Then maybe I''ll get lucky and tonight will prove to be as good as last night.


    With that thought I teleport back to the walls and grab my wives before teleporting back to the ruined building. Maybe we''ll use the bathroom tonight. I grin as I tell them that I decided our children should rule the world and that we were going to start on it working towards that goal immediately.


    Still, I can''t help but notice the other elves were looking at me like I was some sort of horrible Demon God. Well it looks like my point got pushed across.


    F*ck with me and you die, or get dragged to Hell for eternity. Hmmm. The Cyril guy said something about borrowing an army from the Shilian Empire.


    Shilian Empire, Huh. Maybe I should pay them a visit soon, you know just to say


    ''Hi. I''m your neighboring Magic King. Surrender or die. You have five seconds to chose''


    Well, all in all today was a good day. I found out I''m going to be a Father, I managed to summon the Ruler of Hell by myself, I obtained protection for my yet unborn children, and I manipulated a bunch of people into being tortured in Hell for all eternity. . . .  Yep, Today was a good day.


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 Chapter 09 - I Want to Kill

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Chapter 09


    Azran POV


    Karl looks like he''s going to burst a brain cell. I swear, it looks like his veins are going to pop out of his forehead.


    "You Assh*le! How dare you draw the attention of all the world powers to us! Now the Dark Elves will be seen as your subordinates and attacked by every other nation. . ."


    After that part I kind of just zoned out and ignored the rest of what he was saying. Becuase really, who wants to listen to some old man with a stick up his ass, go on a rant about something that doesn''t even matter. It was kind of rude though, I mean come on, not even a thank you for destroying the invading army.


    Really, just how ungrateful are you. I didn''t see you summoning a God-level demon and manipulating him into getting rid of the army for you. Of course it was fun to watch the looks on their faces when he dragged them off to Hell. Yeah, definitely worth it. I''d do it again, if my mana pool wasn''t so low and there was another invading army.


    Damn. There''s nothing interesting to do, I can''t even go on a genocidal rampage because my mana pool is only at about 30 percent capacity. One of the bad things about having a large mana pool, was that it took forever to absorb enough mana to return fill it back up.


    OMG. Karl''s still talking, does he ever shut up? Hmmm. Maybe I should do something for the Dark Elves, I mean there''s nothing for me to do anyway, and then maybe he''ll shut up and leave me alone.


    So what can I do for them. Hmmm.


    ''You could always teach them about advanced magic''


    ''Huh. Navaris is that you''


    ''Yes. I''m once again residing in your shadow.''


    ''Crazy. How come I didn''t notice you?''


    ''Because you are used to me occupying this space. Anyway you should teach them about magic, so that you are prepared to teach Cthulu, when he\she is born. After all it is just about all you are good at.''


    ''Wait. You already named the kid? And what do you mean magic is all I''m good at?! I''m good at lots of stuff, like. . . . SH*T! I use magic for everything. Damn. Am I really only good at magic?''


    ''Of course, but don''t worry that is sufficent. As long as you can be first in the field of magic, you do not have to have to be good at anything else.


    This is a major blow to my ego. If I think about it, I really do use magic for just about everything from killing to sex. Well, I suppose I should practice teaching magic. That way if anyone dies, I can just blame it on him not following my teachings, and eventually I''ll figure out how to do it right.


    This way Navaris won''t tear me to pieces, because I won''t accidentally kill Cthulu. Come to think of it, Who the Hell names their kid Cthulu.


    Hmm. Karl is still talking, it must have been at least an hour or so. I wonder what he''s saying.


    "Are YOU even listening to me, You Punk?!"


    "Um, Not really, but I''ll teach your mages how to use advanced magic theories, if you train everyone in swordsmanship, because I have absolutely no idea how that works. If I use a sword, I just put a whole bunch of mana into it and use it like an indestructable club.


    The only reason I am offering this is because, if everyone sees you  guys as my underlings, then you''d better be pretty freaking strong, or I''d be seriously embarressed.


    Besides ruling the world would definitely be boring, just thinking of all the paperwork gives me a headache. So I''m going to need someone to take care of all the boring stuff, at least until the kids are old enough to take over. So I am hereby offering your race the opportunity to stand behind me while I conquer the world.


    Well, it''s not like you have a choice, as you said everyone''s going to attack you anyway, so you might as well stand a fighting chance. Am I right?


    ". . . Fine, We accept your offer, but if you prove yourself incapable of ruling, we will no longer follow you."


    "Whatever; I don''t really care. Just have your best mages ready tomorrow morning."


    Ugh. I''m already regretting this. If all of them are even half as annoying as he is I just might rip my ears off. At least then there would be some peace and quiet.


    That just felt wrong, saying the p-word. I must be seriously bored to even consider the p-word. Something must be wrong with me. Me saying the p-word, is like a vegetarian suddenly deciding to eat a cow. . . while it''s still living. Hmm. Actually that would be pretty funny.


    Oh well. I guess I should review some of my weaker spells.


    ----One Month Later----


    GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! I''m losing my mind! I haven''t killed anyone in nearly 30 days!


    My morale is at an all time low. Even torturing the Elven soldiers is becoming dull and boring. Why should I help the Elves? What did they ever do for me?!


    Who cares about the elves? SCREW the Elves! I think I''m going into withdrawl, all I can think about is killing. Ah. Good old fashioned Murder.


    The sweet taste of blood as it splatters on my face, the gorgeous sight of dismembered limbs and splattered brains, the delicious scent of fear and despair. . . AAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH! I can''t take it anymore.


    Hasan POV


    He looks like this -


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    It has been one month since the Master has started training us.


    At first we thought he was insane and was just doing this for fun. He joined forces with Karl and gave everyone a vicious training regimen. We were forced to survive weeks of grueling training.


    He would force us to cast spells until our mana pools were empty, while yelling at us and telling us how we were pathetic, and how the bugs he stepped on were worth more than our pathetic asses.


    Then he would hand us over to Karl. Who would then force us to do every type of exercise imaginable. Then when we could barely stand, he would force us to stand straight and swing a sword in the exact same pattern, thousands and thousands of times. Up and down. Up and down. Over and Over again. It was Hell.


    We were even given the worst food imaginable, the Master claimed it tasted like cardboard, whatever that is. All we knew was that it was tasteless, and did nothing but keep our bodies running. The Master even showed us a way to ignore the need to sleep.


    He said it was something called coffee, apparently in his world some people worshipped it as a God. It was strangely addicting and would literally force us to stay awake, even when our bodies begged for sleep.


    We could all feel it, the fact that our wills were slowly being eroded away, by the continuous degrading insults and soul destroying work. We were slowly being turned into the perfect soldiers, our only goal was the orders that we were given.


    And finally, when we reached rock bottom, and clould not sink any lower, the Master came and told us that we were done.


    He told us that we were warriors, that we had made him proud. He said that we were strong and ready for battle. At first we didn''t believe him, but then some of us decided to test ourselves and sure enough, we were much stronger than before. The Master said all of us are at least master level in both swordsmanship and\or magic.


    I think I understand now, the Master is actually a kind person. He wanted us to be strong, so he forced himself to make us train under wretched conditions in the hopes that we would finally become strong enough to stand behind him.


    He is a kind, honorable person. He sacrificed his own feelings, forcing us to struggle for survival, while he ignored the pain that it caused him. And all of this was so that we could rise from the ashes of our previous existence, and become strong enough to survive the oncoming storm.


    He is a truly honorable person. I am glad to serve him. Any person that is willing to sacrifice himself for his people is truly worthy to rule. I glance at all of my companions who fought towards this day and smile before saying


    "Today, We have become the army of Azran, Magic King of Darkness. It is because of him that we hold this power, and I am prepared to repay him." With that I knelt and said


    "I hereby swear loyalty to King Azran, forsaking all previous oaths, and dedicate myself to serving him faithfully, for the rest of my life."


    There was a second where all was quiet, before I heard the rest of my companions kneel and recite the same oath.


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    It was good to have a purpose in life again. We had stayed docile for far to long, it was time for war to sweep its way over the planet. And in the end Azran, our kind yet firm king, would stand above it all.


    Azran POV


    F*cking Elves! I swear, You teach them about magic and enjoy watching them despair for one stinking month and they expect you to jump on a throne and yell ''Follow me into battle men''.


    What the Hell. . . I was using you assh*les, for entertainment. This isn''t a democracy so why do I have to be your king?! You elves and your honor, who the hell needs honor? Everyone who does sh*t like fighting to protect their honor always ends up being the tragic hero. And who the hell wants to die protecting someone else, I mean you''re dead so. . What was the point.


    Ugh. I need to kill something, and I would if I could ditch that assh*le Hasan. He seems to be one of my self-appointed bodyguards, like I actually need one.


    There seems to be nine of them and they call themselves by numbers so that when one of them dies, they recruit someone else to fill their position, without having to change how they address each other. Hasan is number one, and I have no idea who the others are.


    But this is getting really obnoxious, I''ve kept to myself for most of my life and having a bunch of puppy dogs following me everywhere is getting old real fast.


    Hasan is always spouting sh*t like ''Thank you for being our king'' and ''You are an honorable man, who we are proud to serve under''. You know the really obnoxious kind of stuff you just nod you head to and say ''Uh-huh'' without really paying attention. For some reason I just can''t ditch him, he follows me everywhere I go like some love-sick puppy dog.


    Damn it!


    "Hasan. Grab the others and meet me at the castle in half an hour, I have to go get rid of a threat to the realm"


    OMG. I sounded like such a pompous jerk when I said that. ''a threat to the realm'' You only hear crap like that from second-rate re-enactors.


    But it looks like crap like that is what is considered ''King talk'', since Hasan just ran away to alert the other puppy dogs. Ugh. At least I''ll get to kill something. Now all I have to do is find a bunch of people from this Shilian Empire place, so I can claim an imminent invasion and kill them all off.


    Ah, it looks like all the puppies have gathered. It looks like there are 6 men and 3 women, with the women and half the men being swordsmen\women and the other men being magicians. I think I''ll call them the Puppies. Yeah, I like that. It sounds way better than the Legion of the crows, or not.


    It''s not a bad grouping of people. The majority of them are experts at weapons combat, while the others are good at long range combat. Since I am rather weak when it comes to combat with weapons, I never really understood why you needed a sword when you could just rip someone''s head off with mana infused hands, it makes sense to have most of them be hand to hand combatants. Then there is the smaller group which is good for long distance spells and healing, it is the perfect group.


    Or at least it would be, if I actually wanted a bunch of bodyguards, that I don''t need. But Sirenia insisted, and I backed off when she looked like she was going to turn into a ball busting nutjob, like her mother. Why do I always get stuck with the crazy ones? I mean, they''re great and all but if you look at it from someone else''s perspective, you  see a giant tentacle goddess of death and destruction, and the gorgeous daughter of a woman who makes Markal look like a pussycat.


    Now that I think about it. . . Maybe I shouldn''t have been so harsh on Markal''s choise of a bride. I don''t think I did much better, but at least none of my wives have ripped someone''s balls off. That''s one point for me.


    Whatever. If I train them right, they could be the leaders of the army, so I wouldn''t have to do any actual leading. Hmmm. Yes, that could work. I''m definitely not general material, but these guys have lived a whole lot longer than me, and probably know a bunch about strategy and stuff. I''m not like that though. They''re like the generals who plan an attack, and I''m more like an atom bomb, that just destroys everything with raw power. Why bother with strategy, if I can just destroy it head on. Well I''ll try to groom them towards that goal, but before that I''ll need to increase our forces. Hmm. I wonder if they have cute beast girls in this world?


    ''You didn''t forget that I am still with you. Did you?''


    Oh, Sh*t. I totally forgot Navaris was in my shadow again.


    ''Well. I have already obtained a child, so I suppose I can allow a couple of concubines. What we have is eternal and will never end. So a few quick flings that will die out in a couple of short decades is within expectations. Pretty much all of the Gods have had hundreds of different mistresses, over the beginning of eternity.''


    ''Oh. Really? And since when does eternity have a beginning?''


    ''Eternity began when I began. And to answer your first question, Yes. But if you get serious with any of them, I will dismember them and call in a favor from Minerva.''


    ''Who''s Minerva?''


    ''Markal''s wife.''


    Oh. . . . Damn that''s harsh. Hey, Me. Remind me not to piss off Navaris in the future.


    Well, we should probably get going. After all, the sooner we leave, the sooner I get to kill something.


    "All right. Lets go"


    And with that I lead the (Puppies or Legion of Crows) through the town and into the forest.


    ''Let the hunt begin.''


    (former) King Cyril Percy Willams Jr. III POV


    It burns.


    My body is burning constantly, but I never turn to ash. My flesh is regenerating as fast as it is being burnt off.


    I can feel them. The insects are eating my flesh, I can feel thousands of them inside me, Eating and devouring for an eternity.


    I cannot see. The worms have eaten my eyes again. They will regrow soon, nothing except for pain and torture lasts forever here.


    Ah. Maybe he will come today, or soon, I have no idea how much time has passed down here. But perhaps he will visit me today.


    He is my only friend. His name is Markal. He visits me sometimes.


    {Stockholm Syndrome anyone. I wonder where Azran learned to brainwash people.}


    I am all alone down here, there is no other sentient being. So I eagerly await visits from Markal. Even though he makes the pain worse, he talks to me and I ignore the pain as I listen carefully to every word he says, making sure not to miss a single word.


    Sometimes he yells and insults me, but I''m sure he''s just venting his anger. Other times he complains about his work. . .I''m glad he likes me enough to trust me with his issues.


    Sometimes he says I am a good listener, and the perfect outlet for his stress, then he proceeds to rip my insides out. That makes me happy, I''m glad to be of use to him. After all, I  have to do everything I can so that he likes me, because I''m afraid of being left alone. So I decide to tell him what he means to me.


    He has just finished complaining about some upstart noble, who is trying to rebel. It won''t take Markal long to crush him, but it is still an annoyance. When he is finished, I try to talk but I can''t open my mouth.


    He notices my struggle and frowns before saying


    "Very well trash, I will grant you one sentance. What do you wish to say?"


    One sentance, how generous of Lord Markal. But one sentance is not nearly enough to show my immense appreciation for him continuing to visit me. Think Cyril. Think.


    That''s it. That is the biggest way to show that you care for someone. Yes. That will work. I open my mouth and say


    "I love you, Markal"


    Huh. He looks stunned. Maybe it sounded better when I thought of it, and a lot worse out loud. But it was the only way that I could show my gratitude for his continued visits.


    Why does he look angry? Didn''t he understand my words of gratitude?


    "What in the F*cking Eight Hells is wrong with You? I will personaly visit you every day, to put you through the worst kinds of torture imaginable! And since I''m already doing that I will invent new ways to cause you eternal suffering!"


    With that he stomped off through the flaming hallway, roaring for some torture expert.


    YES! My feelings got across to him. He even promised to visit me every day. Really, that Markal, He is just too kind.


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 Chapter 10 - Dont Make the Devil Cry (Seriously Dont)

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Chapter 10


    Conclave of lesser Gods


    In the middle of a massive meeting hall in the heavens, hundreds of lesser Gods had gathered and were arguing.


    "What do you mean we have to ignore this? He is obviously meddling with the affairs of the mortals, and therefore must be stopped."


    "Don''t be an Idiot, Marxis. Our hands are tied because he is not a God. He is a Magic King, and therefore counts as a mortal. If we were to interfere we would recieve massive penalties from the Greater Gods. Besides, he is well aquainted with Markal, and I have no wish to pull Markal''s anger down on us. He could probably destroy at least half of us, before we forced him to return to Hell. And the Greater Gods will not go to war with him again. You forget that he has billions of demons living in Hell. If we were to war with him, we would definitely be obliterated."


    "Shut up Aeries. You are always doing this, playing the smart diplomat and refusing to take any action whatsoever; You are nothing but a coward."


    "Do not antagonize me Marxis. I may prefer peace, but I am not someone who is to be trifled with. Call me a coward again, and I will rip your tongue from your head, before disemboweling your pathetic excuse for a body."


    "What did you say?!" Marxis, a god of war rose to his feet and reached for his sword, at the same time as Aeries, god of the winds, reached for his sword while summoning a gale of wind.


    With yells of anger, several other God''s rose reaching for their weapons, before a massive voice boomed throughout the conclave.


    "SILENCE. ALL OF YOU"


    And just like that, all noise immediately stopped within the conclave.


    "As a whole, you will ignore him. However; If one of you wishes to visit him to enquire about his intentions, you may do so. Any attack towards him, will not be tolerated. You have no idea how unique and powerful he is. He is an anomaly, and his destruction will not be permited."


    Then the voice was gone, and after a couple of minutes of silence, whispers began to travel throughout the conclave.


    "Was that. . ."


    "Yeah, it was."


    "HE hasn''t moved since the creation of this world, does this mean that something big is coming?"


    "I don''t know, but if HE said that this person was powerful, then I''m inclined to stay far away from him. Even the Greater Gods are wary of HIM. The last thing we want is to start a string of Deicides, I heard that he killed four of the Greater Gods, a couple of million years ago, and the rest of them took no action."


    "DAMN. I''m definitely going to avoid that guy. Annoying HIM, is like a death sentance, even for us gods."


    "Yeah, No one wants to piss of the Darkness. He is capable of devouring everything in existence."


    Marxis looked at the frightened Gods and frowned. Gods shouldn''t be frightened of anything, yet the older gods were whispering in scared tones. He guessed it was up to him to show them how a God should act. He grinned ferociously as he thought


    ''Look out Azran, self-proclaimed Magic King of Darkness. I am coming for you and none of these frightened old geezers can stop me.''


    Azran POV


    DAMMIT! Why haven''t I found anyone from that freaking Shilian Empire, you''d think that there would at least be some soldiers patrolling.


    I''ve probably covered fifty miles in the past hour. It looks like the elves are having a hard time keeping up, but because they were at the top of the trainees, their mana pools are large enough to allow them to constantly infuse their body with mana. This allows them to disregard fatigue, and continue to run at inhuman speeds for long stretches of time, of course they are elves not human, so should it be ''inelven'' speeds?


    Huh. No idea. I wonder how Sirenia and Angeline are doing? Angeline has advanced to Master class ice and water magic, while Sirenia has achieved the tite of Sword King, not bad for a solid month''s training. Of course I didn''t yell degrading insults at them while they trained, but I made their exercises slightly harder to make up for that.


    Wait. Why am I even thinking of them? I''m supposed to be searching for a bunch of not so innocent people to massacre, not worrying about my wife, unborn child and sister-in-law. Wait, that means Sirenia''s ball-crushing mother is my mother-in-law. Well, I knew all those jokes about horrid mother-in-laws had to have some truth in them.


    Could it be. . . .Am I going soft?


    AAAAUUUGGHHH! Damn It! There''s no way I''m going to turn into some soft, sissy who does nothing but follow around his relatives and make nice comments when someone talks to him. I''d rather be tortured in Hell than become something weak like that!


    Oh. Wait, I''ve already been tortured in Hell. Well it really wasn''t that bad, I suppose the pain would have driven anyone else insane, but I was insane to begin with, so no problems there.


    To prove that I''m not going soft, I''m going to take my time and enjoy killing this next batch of people. Yeah, that sounds about right. Well I can see a village in the distance, I suppose we should stop in there and try to find some unlucky jack*ss from the Shilian Empire. Ah, this is going to be fun.


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    Minerva POV


    This is what she looks like -


    http://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=145447</a>


    Ah, This was a good month. My darling Markal brought back an entire army from the surface world just for me to torture. He is really so thoughtful. Of course if he wasn''t always thinking of me, I''d rip out his heart and eat it. . .again.


    I suppose I should give him something in return for the army. Hmm. Perhaps a nice long vacation in bed, Yes that should do it.


    "Hey, Zarkal. Where is my husband?"


    I called out to Zarkal my husband''s assistant and manager over all the obnoxious paperwork and financing it took to keep Hell running within our budget. He was a rather small, thin, and weak demon, whose only good point was his high intelligence an loyalty to Markal.


    Hmm. That''s weird. He doesn''t usually blanch this much when I call him. He looks nervous, something must be wrong.


    "My queen, your husband is in the royal bedroom. However I must warn you that he is not in a good mood."


    I smiled happily, and for some reason Zarkal looked about ready to faint. My husband always said that it was because my smile was so beautiful that Zarkal couldn''t bear to look at it, but I had my suspicions that for some reasons it scared the sh*t out of him. I approached him with smooth fluid steps and said with a very cold tone


    "Would you care to explain to me why my husband is in such a horrible mood, that it would not be a good idea for his darling wife to visit him? Hmm. Would you Zarkal?"


    I grin as Zarkal looks ready to p*ss himself, I swear there is almost nothing better than the sweet scent of fear and despair.


    "O-Of course my Queen. It seems the ''special'' prisoner in the new eighth hell, unleashed a devestating mental attack upon his highness, and he has been sulking in the corner of the bedroom for the last several hours."


    Hmm. What was that? I never heard about a special prisoner or the creation of an eighth hell. Well now, it seems my cute little husband has been keeping secrets from me. {Who but her would call the enormous form of the Demon God Markal, small and cute?}


    {As a note. This is what Markal looks like when He''s not being summoned.


    http://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=455819</a>


    Would You call that small and cute? (He''s the big red guy)}


    I grab Zarkal by his neck and slam him into the wall, accidentaly destroying the wall, before hissing


    "You will tell me everything about my Husband, this ''special'' prisoner, and the new eighth hell. And you will do it immediately, or I will find a new accountant."


    "Y-Yes. The special prisoner is a former king who recently angered Lord Markal to the point, where Lord Markal felt it necessary to create a new level of hell, which contains all of the worst tortures of all the other levels. However; it seems that it all was useless as the prisoner did not break and instead released a devestating mental attack on Lord Markal."


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    "Hmm. And what exactly did this prisoner do to anger my cute husband so?"


    "Um, well he insulted you. I believe the exact phrase was "your wife is a rotten, old, and ugly hag who is not worth the dirt on my shoes". Understandably, this drove your husband into a rage and he decided to break him so that he could give him to you as a present."


    A bone chilling smile ripped across my face as I thought about what Zarkal had said. Hmmm. ''A rotten, old, and ugly hag who is not worth the dirt on my shoes'' hmmm. Well that was definitely a stupid thing to say to my husband, but now that you are here little king, I think I will enjoy breaking you. You even managed to injure my husband in the only vulnerable place he has, his mind and self-esteem. Poor baby, he must have been devestated that a weak human could withstand his torture sessions. I suppose I should comfort him before I start on my next project.


    Oh. I suppose I should stop choking Zarkal. I drop him to the ground before heading for the bedroom.


    Zarkal POV


    Damn. I hope I didn''t overdo it by exaggerating what the human said. Well hopefully she will never find out that I exaggerated the quote just a little bit.


    I need to find some woman to torture. It really helps get rid of the high stress levels I accumulate, while I''m doing this crappy job. But it is the only way I can survive and it lets me lord it over a bunch of strong demons, so I can deal with the hostile work enviroment.


    Minerva POV


    I looked into the bedroom to find my worst fears realized. It was just like I had suspected.


    Markal was sitting in a corner of the room, holding his knees against his chest, while facing the wall, and muttering to himself. It looked just like a human child sulking, when he was in trouble. Or at least it would if human children were about 9 feet tall, red, covered in scales and horns, lived in Hell and ate other children for breakfast.


    I honestly thought it was a little cute, but then I had been told once that I had weird tastes. The person who told me that however; had their body dismembered and their head mounted on a pike. I actually keep it in the bathroom and use it as a dart board from time to time.


    However; once I heard that this human had somehow resisted all of Hell''s current tortures and even some new ones I became serious. This one might actually be worthy of the time it will take to break him. But I lost my temper when Markal told me that the human had attacked him by mocking him and saying that he loved him. Implying that all the torture was useless and my baby Markal, would never be able to break him. This was a huge blow to Markal''s ego and that was what hade made him so depressed.


    At first I was a little angry but when Markal shed a tear as he recounted the humiliation he had been forced to endure, I lost it.


    How dare this pathetic human make my darling Markal cry. HOW DARE HE! THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO MAKE MARKAL CRY IS ME! I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TAKE PLEASURE FROM HIS PAIN. HOW DARE THIS HUMAN MOCK MY HUSBAND! HE IS MINE!


    I have decided. I will rend this little twerp limb from limb. I will destroy both his mind and his body, until neither is reparable, then I will take his soul and shred it into a billion pieces, and spread those peices throughout the universe, so that he will never be able to re-incarnate. I will not only destroy him, I will erase his very existence and wipe any thought about him from my darling''s mind.


    I spent the next several hours incouraging Markal in bed. He is back to his normal cruel self now. That is a relief, I like child Markal, but it would be a pain to have him for a husband.


    I walk down the hall, towards the eighth level of hell. Prepare yourself human. Soon I will give despair and pain a whole new meaning.


    I could feel a cold lifeless smile on my face. This human had seriously pissed me off, there would be nothing left.


    After all, there were things you just didn''t do in hell, and one of those things was making the devil cry.


    Angeline POV


    I fling a bunch of ice spears towards the teacher, while encasing myself in a sphere of water to absorb any attacks he might use. A bunch of fireballs were flung towards me while he evaporated the ice spears, but I quickly canceled out the fireballs with a couple of sphere''s of water. I then prepared another barrage of ice spears to distract him, while I solidified the water vapor from the former group of ice spears and sent them towards his back.


    At first I thought I had won as he only tried to stop the oncoming spears, but just before the hidden ones reached him, a pillar of fire surrounded him, destroying all of the ice spears.


    "Not bad. That was actually pretty smart, forming the water vapor back into ice. I don''t think I can teach you anymore, you are probably at least master rank by now. But you will have to work on some more effective killing spells, ice spears are good but a halfway decent mage can just vaporize them."


    "Okay."


    I said that but I already had a more effective way to use water manipulation. My brother Azran had taught it to me. I know he''s obviously not my real brother, I mean he''s some sort of demon not a dark elf, but he acts like one towards me.


    He even taught me something he calls ''Flesh manipulation''. It is basically the manipulation of the water that exists inside any living being. He even captured some wild animals for me to experiment on, it was pretty gruesome but for some reason I didn''t mind all the blood and gore.


    He spent several days showing me how to master ''Flesh manipulation''. I had mastered it to such an extent that I could rip someone apart when I touched them, by using the water inside them to slice off parts of their body. It was possible to give someone a heart attack from a mile away, but the most efficient use of the ability was with direct skin contact. I could even program their body to die after a certain amount of time, it was really a useful ability.


    At first I was wary of him because sister never mentioned him to me, and then he suddenly appeared and was all lovey-dovey with my sister. But then I remembered our father''s attitude towards any male that he didn''t chose, and it started to be believable.


    Anyway, I need to keep training, so that I can fight with the rest of my people. Those pathetic humans will never conquer our people, we will fight and die with our great king Azran.


    Yes. I must continue training and get stronger. For my brother and King, Azran.


    Sirenia POV


    I smile as I unleash a burst of stabs towards my opponent, completely overwhelming his defense and slamming into his armor, driving him backwards.


    "End. You have improved but you need to work on your deflection skills, all the attack skills in the world mean nothing if you can be taken out by a single strike."


    "Yes, my queen."


    I watched him hurry away and rubbed my slightly swollen stomach. I still wasn''t used to being called a queen, honestly it was a little unnerving, but I was starting to just accept it.


    I worry about Azran sometimes, he is insanely strong but he continues to just do whatever he wants with only a bare plan in mind. I''ve been working with the generals to create better defenses and a somewhat reasonable plan of conquest. Although I have to admit that his training program worked wonders. Now the entire army is almost perfectly disciplined and loyal, while their combat potential has at least doubled.


    We are nowhere near Azran''s level but now our entire army is like the elite ranks of a normal army.


    He left this morning with his bodyguards, saying something about removing an incoming threat. I have no idea how he knows when and where a threat will emerge but I trust him completely. That is probably because of the work he did on my mind, but I don''t care because I am happier now than I ever was before.


    I have increased my skill with a sword, married a king, and have a child on the way, who will one day rule the world. This is all like some sort of fantastical dream.


    Well, Azran will return soon, so I should get back to working on the plan with the generals. Just because he isn''t here doesn''t mean we can slack off. I will be happier when he returns though, I always feel so safe with him around. It''s like their is nothing in the world that can harm me, as long as I stand by his side.


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    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Chapter 11


    Conclave of Greater Gods


    "Did you warn them?"


    "Yes. I allowed one of them to contact him and ask what his plans are, but I forbid any attack on him, and threatened them with extermination, should they attack him. It seems the rumours of my strength have grown over the years."


    Darkness laughed as he reported to the Greater Gods. He resembled a floating black miasma, that was constantly changing shape.


    "Yes. We convinced all of the Lesser Gods that you were the one who killed those four, all those years ago. It helps to have a minion that everyone fears, because they think that we fear you. It would be bad if they were to discover the true reason those four died. It might even overturn our existence."


    Salar, King of the Gods, at least the Gods of this world, said as he leaned back in his chair. He looked like a ripped old man, with long white hair and a beard.


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    "We must proceed carefully. The Magic King is not a serious threat, at least not yet. At most he could take out a dozen Lesser Gods, although his alliance with Markal is troublesome. It is Her we have to be wary of. I reccomend, that we hold our forces back and let this Azran do as he pleases. We can take some losses for the next couple of hundred years, until he dies. Then we have all eternity to recoup our temporary losses. It is far better than the near extermination we faced last time."


    When he finished talking Zaradis, the six armed God of warriors, leaned forward.


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    "Do you think he knows Her true nature? It would be troublesome if he attempts to manipulate Her into attacking us."


    Salar shook his head slightly.


    "No. He thinks of Her as a goddess or a titan. He has no knowledge of Her true nature. And I do not believe she will volunteer that information. After all she did lie to him and say that she had never been here before, so I doubt she will endanger his trust in her by admitting this fact. Does everyone agree with my reccomendation?"


    Every one of the Greater Gods, seated or floating, around the giant table nods.


    "Very well then. We shall avoid the Magic King Azran and his guardian\wife at all costs. We have no wish to antagonize Navaris. . . The God-Eater."


    Demon King Lana Bloodray POV


    I glared down at my spymaster, who was cowering in front of me. I had not been in a good mood since that event a month ago. I was currently in my Crystal Lord form, with several sharp crystal shards growing out of my body.


    These are Demon King Lana Bloodray''s three forms. Each of which allows her to control the respective element at will.


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    "So what have you found? Is it true that the Great Demon God Markal was summoned to this world?"


    "Y-Yes your majesty. It appears that the Great Demon God was summoned by his champion. It would be unthinkable that he could be summoned without his express permission, so the only option we could come up with is that the man who summoned him, was his champion."


    Well. That did make sense, but why wasn''t I informed of this, I am Markal''s high priestess after all. So I should have been made aware of a new champion.


    "So, why was I not informed of a new champion? And why did he become the king of the Dark Elves, instead of coming here to claim his place as a champion?


    "Because, Your Majesty, our spies have heard rumors that this Azran is not originally from this world. By putting together what we have learned from our spies, we have deduced that he was sent here by the Great God Coffee, that the Dark Elves are always talking about. It appears that The Great Demon God Markal, has an alliance with this Coffee and that Azran is on loan from Coffee, and was sent here as a temporary champion to drive the self-righteous humans away from our lands and restore us demons to our rightful place as rulers of the world. That is all I have to report, and although most of this is speculation, I am convinced of its truth."


    Well if that is true, then it would definitely explain why he became King of the Dark Elves. He is beginning to raise an army to assist us in driving off the humans. Hmmm. I wonder who this Great God Coffee is? I suppose I should put my troops on standby. If he really is Markal''s champion then I will be able to deny him very little. Although I should secure a solid alliance with him before, I allow him to visit, just so that he doesn''t have a reason to try and take my throne.


    "Very well. You are dismissed. Continue to keep me updated on his movements, and prepare some human sacrifices for Markal. I will attempt to contact him, and ensure that this Azran really is his champion. It isn''t good to do anything on unproven beliefs.


    With that I shifted to my Fire Dancer form and left the throne room. It was time to have some good old fashioned human sacrifices. I loved their pathetic screams as I tore out their hearts on the sacrificial altar. Ah. The seductive scent of blood, fear, and despair. It doesn''t get any better than that.


    War God Marxis POV


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    I reached out and contacted my champion in the Shilian Empire. I''ll show these pathetic old gods, who are scared of their shadows, what real power is. I won''t even have to intervene myself, I''ll just give a whole bunch of power to Steven Longarm, my champion. It will have the unfortunate affect of killing him soon afterwards, but it should still be enough to kill this obnoxious bug.


    "Steven. I have a job for you. I am sure you have heard about the upstart King who annihilated a small army, correct?"


    Steven looks like this: http://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=173319</a>


    "Of course, My God. And if you wish it I will do my best to exterminate him, but I do not know if my current power is enough to kill him."


    Hmm. Smart kid, he''s still loyal but not dumb enough to follow orders blindly. It''s almost a shame to waste his life on this obnoxious bug.


    "You are correct. So I have deigned to grant you access to a part of my power for this mission. When you have succeded and enslaved the Dark Elves, you will be amply rewarded."


    Ah, His eyes lit up with greed when I mentioned the reward. That is what I love about humans, they are so easy to manipulate. Offer them enough and they will kill their precious wife or child just for the chance of power. I had Steven kill his parents, and brother for this power. It is always amusing to watch their faces as they kill their loved ones, it is a mixture of greed and disgust, mainly at themselves for doing this, but their greed is still to strong.


    I smile as I pump power into Steven, by the time I am done he will be at the level of a demi-god, but since his body is not strong enough to endure this, he will die soon after. It should take about an hour to dillute the power enough for his body to be able to contain it for a small amount of time.


    After I am done, I will teleport him to the town that this Azran fellow is approaching. He will never see it coming, and I will laugh as the power of a demi-god reduces this foolish mortal to dust.


    Azran POV


    Ah. It is the perfect day. The sun is shining, the grass is green. There is a large platform where a bunch of beast-people are about to be sold into slavery, and a spear wielding beast-woman is about to be hung. And I am standing in the crowd, preparing to massacre a bunch of people. Yes. It is a good day for a massacre. Well any day is a good day for a massacre, but today was especially good. I''m definitely going to take my time and enjoy this.


    Oh. It looks like they started to hang the beast woman. Hmm. She''s actually pretty hot. She looks like she''s about 24, with long white hair and tanned skin. If I had to guess, she would be some sort of cat-woman.


    Imagine cat ears, and a tail  on her:


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    Wait. Am I getting turned on while watching her choke? Damn. I am a sadistic b*stard, but this is a new low, even for me. Or maybe I just like hot catgirls? Hmmm. Well Navaris did say that she would allow a couple of concubines.


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    ''Hey Navaris. Can I keep her?''


    ''Hmm. I suppose so. I always wanted a pet cat.''


    Cool. Although I suppose Navaris will enjoy playing with her, as much as I will. After all, every man has wanted a catgirl at least once. {Come on. You know I''m right}


    Well, I should probably save her before she dies. I sever the rope that is holding her by her neck and teleport beneath her, catching her as she falls.


    She''s struggling rather weakly so she''s still alive, as I throw her over my shoulder like a bag of potatoes.


    I turn and face the stunned crowd. "Sorry, but she''s going to be my new toy. So I can''t let you kill her."


    There is silence for a moment before one of the female guards charged me with her sword, causing all of the other guards to follow her.


    She was tall. .She was beautiful. .She was gorgeous. . .She was dead.


    I teleported behind her and ripped her spine out of her back. A bunch of blood splattered on my face, as well as some parts of various vital organs, as her lifeless body collapsed in front of me. I grinned, that felt so good. It has definitely been to long since I have done this.


    I turned and faced the next guard, but before he reached me six swords sliced his body to pieces.


    Damn. I forgot about my overzealous bodyguards. I don''t want them to interrupt my fun, but I also don''t want to make them feel useless. Oh. Yeah, I almost forgot about all of the beast-people slaves.


    I turned to Hasan "Hasan, take the other bodyguards and go free and protect the beast-people. We can use them to establish an alliance with their people, or we can just absorb their kingdom. But either way they can give us vital information. I will take care of these small fry, so please protect those beast-people. Oh. and would you mind taking her. This is my new toy\pet, so be careful with it."


    With that I tossed the cat-woman to him and turned back to the oncoming guards. Finally, I can fight freely and I made up some stupid story so that the bodyguards would feel useful, and think that I was an awesome king. Yeah, All praise ME!


    I catch the next guard''s sword in my hand and rip it out of his grip, before sticking my other hand into his mouth and ripping off the top of his head. I spin and notice the bodyguards breaking the slave''s chains, before I use the guard''s sword to slice the next person in half, twisting the blade as it sliced through bone.


    Glorious blood soaked my body, as I tossed away the ruined sword and invoked a simple earth spell, making the earth suddenly lurch towards me. This made all of the guards stumble, and gave me enough time to get out of the middle of them. I leapt into the air and landed behind a group of them, before manipulating the water droplets in their blood, making their bodies burst into a bunch of tiny pieces, sending a shower of gore into the air. Ah. To be covered in blood and guts once more. Now let''s try a new way of killing them.


    Hmm. I suppose I could try that. It was forbidden on Earth but here there''s no one here to stop me.


    I extended my hand towards one of the guards and concentrated. There, I found his mana pool. I then ripped it out of his body and absorbed it into mine. I watched as his body rapidly aged before turning into dust. Hmm. It''s a little more extreme than I realized, but human mana is really the best. Now I just have to kill a couple thousand more people and my mana pool will be full.


    Although that''s not going to happen, because there are only about thirty guards left. I looked into the village and saw  several merchants trying to escape with their wares.


    Hmm. I suppose the Royal treasury could deal with a slight increase. Well before that let''s deal with some of these guards. It''s actually amazing that none of them are trying to run away.


    I leap forward and knee one of the guards in the gut, before leaping back and raising him above my head. I then gripped his neck and his waist, and ripped his head and his entire spine out of his body, showering me in blood and intestines.


    Hmm. I''ll have to shower before I get back, because this is not going to smell nice in a couple of hours.


    I look towards the retreating wagons and decide that I should probably stop them before they get to much farther away. I leap forward and rip out the throats of two guards before crushing another one''s head between my hands. That should be enough for now.


    I quickly teleported to each of their wagons, killing the horses before teleporting back to the platform, where the guards were attacking my bodyguards. Not that they were doing any damage. Within moments Hasan had already killed five of them and the rest had killed about two each, leaving none of them alive. It was a measure of how good they were that none of them had recieved a single wound or let a single prisoner be harmed.


    "Good job guys. Now let''s get. . ."


    I barely had enough time to throw a couple of force spells, flinging my bodyguards and the prisoners backwards, before my body was vaporized by an enormous stream of light.


    "My Lord!" The voices of my bodyguards rang out.


    "HAHAHAHAHA!"


    Laughter rang throughout the sky, as Steven materialized above where I had been standing.


    "What a fool! You thought you were so tough, but I showed you. You were nothing but a bug to be crushed under my foot. I am Steven Longarm, Champion of the War God Marxis. and I have destroyed you."


    My bodyguards gritted their teeth and prepared to leap up to attack him. But before they could my voice sounded, seeming to come from every direction at once.


    "Don''t get cocky brat. You owe me a new body."


    Darkness swirled in the air, and seemed to seep out of the ground before converging on one spot and condensing into my demon form.


    "Do you have any idea how much freaking mana it takes to grow a new body? No, you don''t, do you. Because you''ve never done it. Did you honestly think that an attack like that would be enough to kill me. You''re about 37, 000 years to young to offer me a serious challenge."


    I said that but it was rather close. I would have survived even if Navaris hadn''t pulled my soul into the void, just before it hit my body. But I would have had to use a lot more mana, and in my current condition, that was not ideal.


    ''Thanks Navaris. I owe you one''


    ''You owe me far more than just one, but this man is annoying me. Also something seems off. His power levels are almost equal to yours, but his body is far inferior, he is still bound to his human life, and is unable to discard his body at will.''


    ''Yeah. I''m guessing he recieved some sort of temporary power up, from some unknown small time God who was pissed that I was f*cking around in his territory.''


    Well a least now I have a semi-decent opponent to fight. But if we fight here, we''ll probably destroy the surroundings. Hmm.


    ''Hey Navaris. If I grab him can you teleport us to the void?''


    ''Sure. Just grab him, and I''ll take care of the rest. It will give us a substantial advantage, since no other being can interfere with the void.''


    ''By the way. How come none of the other Gods can interfere with the void?''


    ''I am technically not a God. I am more like a part of the void that gained consciousness.''


    ''Oh. Well that explains it. I always wondered what exactly you were. It''s actually kind of cool.''


    ''Really. You do not feel ashamed of being married to what is simply a being that was originally just a piece of nothingness with a will?''


    ''Nope. Are you ashamed to be married to a sociopathic maniac who enjoys killing and  is known worldwide as a sadistic b*stard?''


    ''No''


    ''Then we''re good. Just make sure to get us both there.''


    With that I contacted Hasan and told him to take the prisoners and my toy\pet, as well as the riches from the merchants wagon, back to the fort. And that I would be back as soon as I was finished with this Steven Shortdick. . . Or whatever the hell his name was.


    "How dare you ignore me! I will send you to Hell!"


    Steven unleashed another blast of pure mana at me. Really are all champions complete morons. I teleported behind him and ripped his arms off.


    "Been there, done that. I actually visit at least once a year. Their lava springs are quite the tourist attraction. But you''ll probably end up in the pit."


    I grabbed his body in a bear hug, and mentally shouted at Navaris


    ''Now!''


    And Just like that our surroundings faded, and were replaced with the nothingness that was the void. I shove Steven''s body away from me.


    Ah. There was that familiar bone shattering pain again. It actually feels rather nice.


    "AAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!"


    Oh. Looks like our guest doesn''t like it, too bad. I was really hoping to have a nice calm conversation with him. . .NOT!


    I create a knife out of the Darkness that surrounds us. Well shall we begin this torture session. All eyes on the torturer, class.  You don''t want to miss this next part.


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    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Azran POV


    Hmmm. Hmmmmmm. Hmm. Hmmm. I hum quietly as I listen to the ear splitting screams, of this Steven guy. Ah, Music to my ears. I grin as I finish flaying him alive, he told me which God sent him a while ago. Apparently it was some stupid lower God named Marxis, I suppose I''ll end up visiting him soon. Now I''m just having fun.


    The fight was rather anti-climatic. Since we are kind of literally inside Navaris''s original body, nothing happens here without her approval. In this place, Navaris is God, and nothing happens without her approval. Yeah, I wouldn''t want to be in Steven''s shoes. . . . or what''s left of his feet.


    Of course I didn''t have her just stop his movements. I mean, where''s the fun in that.  I just had her make it so that all his attacks were changed into mana which were absorbed by my mana pool. And man did he have a ton of mana, I mean he had way more mana than any demi-god should have. I quickly figured out that he didn''t have much time to live, probably a half-hour at most, so I should make what little time he had left, nice and painful.


    Of course I couldn''t resist absorbing all his excess mana, he actually had more than I did when I was full up. Although the trick to power was not how much mana you have but how you use what you have. Of course it helps if you have a large mana pool and are efficient with your use of mana. So since I could do anything, I decided to test out my supernova spell and then absorb the rest of his mana so that I would still have a full mana pool.


    And just let me say. . .Wow. I immediately swore never to use that spell again except as a last resort. If Navaris hadn''t been controlling everything there, I would have died. The explosion was so strong it would have wiped out not only an entire planet, but half a f*cking solar system.


    It was way overpowered, so overpowered that I would never be able to use it, except as a suicide spell. And I had no plans on dying anytime in the near future. . . Or ever. Even though I can create a new body, that spell would create so much energy that it might rip my soul in half, and even though it would eventually become whole once again, I would probably have lost all of my memories.


    Since time has no meaning here, I am relying on Navaris to control when we return. If she wasn''t I might end up returning 5,000 years in the future, or five seconds after I left.


    I am having Navaris repair his body slowly as I continue to break it. It''s actually kind of like Markal''s tortures in Hell, where no matter what happens your body will almost always regenerate. I pluck out his eyes and tounge then wait for them to regenerate, while I rip out his heart, again. I had been doing this for a while and I was starting to get bored, I needed to find something else to do with him.


    Hmm. Since I absorbed all his excess mana, his body has had all of the stress removed from it, and he should go back to having a normal life-span, but obviously I couldn''t let him just return to Marxis.


    So, maybe I''ll be able to use him as a pawn. Of course, he''s different from Sirenia, so I won''t just warp his mind. Hmm. Maybe I''ll just wipe his soul clean, and give him a fresh start. Of course, I won''t let him off that easily, after all he did kill my body.


    Oh, I know. Yeah, this will be fun.


    I concentrated and forced a bunch of mana into his soul before pushing it slowly out and making sure all of his memories were taken with it. Think about filling a bucket full of dead leaves with water, and eventually the water will force all of the dead leaves up and out, leaving only a clean bucket with no leaves.


    It was similar to doing something like that. It obviously couldn''t just be done in a short amount of time. It probably took me about a solid month of complete concentration, since I had to remove all of his memories, while leaving the knowledge of how to talk and fight. Although since we were in the void, Navaris could make that month turn into a fraction of a second, in the real world. Normally you would just strip everything and send it back out into the universe to be reborn, since it could be done within hours, but I needed him to be able to act.


    Whew. . .All right. That took a lot of energy, but I still have plenty. Now, Let''s do this.


    "Awaken. . .Dufus"


    What can I say. I do hold a grudge, even if the recipient doesn''t remember what he did.


    "Huh...Where am I? Who am I?"


    I grinned, this was hilarious.


    "You are Dufus. And I am your creator. I forged your soul in the depths of the void, to make you into my familiar."


    "Incredible. Are you a God?"


    HAHAHAHA! This is hilarious, I can say whatever I want and he will believe me. Dufus. . .snicker. What a great name.


    "Not quite human. I am the being that exists out side of space and time. I am your creator, and I have use for you. But I am called Azran, Magic King of Darkness."


    "Amazing, you created me to fulfill some incredible purpose, right? Don''t worry, I Dufus will do my utmost to accomplish whatever you wish me to do."


    HAHAHAHAHA! I, Dufus. This is to good to be true, he sounds like an actor on some comedy tv series.


    "Very well, Dufus. Then accept this blood contract and become my familiar."


    A familiar contract is different from a slave contract or a normal bloodbinding. A slave contract forces someone to obey every command and can be forced upon someone, while a bloodbinding merely makes the person unable to harm or plot to harm the contract holder. They still have abilty to spend their free time as they wish as long as it does not affect their master. A familiar contract is different as it will force the recipient to obey any command, and they can be summoned at will, but it cannot be forced upon someone, they must accept it by themselves and cannot be forced into it.


    Of course I cheated a little by pretending to be his creator but Hey, He did try to kill me. I sliced my palm open and allowed some blood to fall onto a piece of blank paper that Navaris produced. The blood then twisted on the page and moved to form the words of the contract. I held it out to Steven, now Dufus, along with a knife and he quickly slit his palm, letting his blod run onto the paper. Once his blood touched the paper, the paper disappeared in a flash of smoke and fire.


    "There the contract is sealed. Now let us return to the mortal realm. I will introduce you to some friends I have there. Your primary job is to protect me, but I have an important job for you that will soon come up. Make sure you do your best to complete it."


    "Of course Master. I, Dufus will definitely complete the task that you assign to me."


    Oh, this is so good. I swear, I have to see the look on Marxis''s face when Dufus attacks him. Oh. I can''t wait.


    Now then, I wonder how my pet is doing.


    Minerva POV


    GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Why won''t he break! I''ve put him through enough torture to break, even me. But he is still happy. There must be some reason, some reason that explains his mental fortitude. I have torn his body to shreds numerous times, how can he still resist? There must be some reason...Wait. Could it be?


    Yes, That''s it. That is the only answer. Cyril is the bigges masochist in the universe. That is the only explanation. He probably rivals the Goddess of Masochism. So that would mean that the more we torture him the more pleasure he feels. In other words, he must feel like he is in heaven right now.


    Unacceptable. I will withdrawl all pain from that room and leave him alone floating in the darkness, and feeling nothing for a thousand years. Then we will see, what he is like without his precious pain.


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    Now to tell my husband, so that he doesn''t continue to mope around. I teleport to the bedroom and he is lounging on the bed and looking off into space, trying to create new ways to torture that person.


    "Darling."


    "Yes, my love?"


    "I have figured out why neither of us were able to break him."


    "Really. Wait. You weren''t able to break him either?"


    "Not yet. But I figured out why all of our torture was ineffective. It turns out that Cyril is the masochist of masochists. Any pain we inflict upon him, he feels as pleasure. Therefore, all of our torture was like heaven to him. He probably felt like he was having a bath in one of our relaxing lava springs."


    ". . . Of course. You are a genius, my love. I would have never figured that out. It all makes sense now. No wonder all of my torture didn''t work, it was because he liked torture. So we should withdrawl all torture and he will break."


    "Already done. I have sealed the eighth level of Hell and taken all pain away. He is now floating in an enless void with no pain. Now all we have to do is wait for a thousand years, and he will be broken."


    "Perfect. Hmmm. It seems that the High Priestess, on the world where Azran is, is making a sacrifice and asking for advise on what to do? Shall I take care of it?"


    "Yes, Darling. Do a favor for Azran, that army was incredibly delicious. But don''t make it to big. After all he was the reason that Cyril came here in the first place. Although we would have just ignored him, if he hadn''t insulted me. So a medium sized favor, I don''t like to be in debt to anyone."


    "Of course, my love."


    Akane POV


    Ugh. I shook my head. What had happened? Oh. That''s right. I was hung, and died.


    I suppose this is heaven, or Hell. Although I doubt Hell would have such nice beds. Huh. Why was I on a bed? I quickly sat up and looked around. It seemed that I was in a rather small bedroom, with a window. I looked out and saw a bunch of Dark Elves walking around, training, and talking.


    Hmm. It looks like I am in a Dark Elf Village or Fort. But why?


    "Oh. You''re awake"


    I spun around as a voice sounded behind me. It was a small Dark Elf girl. She was probably about eight years old. There was a tall man standing behind her. He looked like a bodyguard or something.


    "Here."


    The girl offered me a cup of tea. I took it and sipped, it was good.


    "Thank you. Why am I still alive? I only remember being strangled. And who are you?"


    "I am Angeline, and the tall man is Hasan, one of brother''s bodyguards. My brother saved you and your people, but was attacked by a champion. He hasn''t returned yet."


    "Thank you Angeline. But why would your brother save me? He had nothing to gain."


    "Oh. Hasan said that my Brother saved you, because you are going to be his new toy or pet."


    Oh. That makes sense. Wait. Did she just say toy or pet? LIKE HELL. I am a proud member of my tribe. I will never be a pet.


    I jump out of the bed and try to leap past the door, but before I even reach Angeline, I am flung backwards into the wall. I look down. Angeline had merely extended her small hand towards me and I had been flung back with great force. She frowned and looked at her hand.


    "It''s still not strong enough. I should have used the water droplets to throw your body through the wall, not into it. I suppose I''ll have to try harder."


    Just as I was wondering, ''Exactly how strong is this girl?''. An icy voice echoed throughout the room.


    "Try something like that again, and I will remove your arms and legs, so that you will not be able to escape or harm the princess. I would recommend that you simply stay put and enjoy your wait."


    He''s scary. Angeline is pretty strong, but this guy is on a whole different level. I don''t look forward to being a pet, but that might be better than having my arms and legs removed.


    He did save my people, but I''m not that thankful. Maybe I should kill him when he comes here, then I will accept my death. Yes, I will do that. I will regain my honor, by killing my captor before being killed.


    I should be able to do it easily, because all kings are weak. It''s only their bodyguards you have to worry about. I will make it quick and relatively painless though, after all he did save me from hanging.


    I''m sorry but I am going to have to kill you, Mr. King. Now all I have to do is wait.


    Demon King Lana Bloodray POV


    I laughed as I ripped out the fourth human''s heart. Blood splattered all over me, before I incinerated the body, leaving only four beating hearts on the altar.


    I raised my hands and began the ceremonial chants, leading the thousands of gathered demons in the chants, in the hope that the great Markal, would deign to send us his word upon the empty tablet of stone.


    However; for the first time in thousands of years, The Great Demon God''s voice boomed throughout the plaza.


    "WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WISH TO KNOW?"


    I immediately dropped on my face, prostrating myself, along with all the other demons. It was incredible, the Demon God almost never spoke. He would always send his words to the empty tablet, this must be an important time.


    "I wished to know whether or not Azran is your champion. My spymaster said that he was on loan to you from the Coffee God."


    There was silence for a few moments before Markal''s voice boomed out once more.


    "Azran is not my champion, but he holds my favor. When he travels to the Demon Kingdom, you will marry him and seal an alliance between your people and his. He will drive the humans away, and my kingdom will once more cover the world."


    I almost cursed, when The Great Demon God told me to marry this Azran person. But there was nothing I could do about it, all of the other demons had heard, and it was an order from my God, so there was no way I would be able to disobey.


    "Of course, my God. Thank you for gracing us with your presence."


    Go f*ck yourself. Is what I was thinking. But there was no way I was going to tell that to a God. I slowly got up once I felt his presence leave.


    Well, this was a clusterf*ck of a day. First everything was great, as I was visited by my God. Then everything goes to Hell, when my God tells me to marry some jack*ss.


    Well, Just because I have to marry him, doesn''t mean I can''t make his life a living hell.


    Just wait you little Sh*t.


    Markal POV


    I almost laughed when I heard their pathetic ideas. Azran was on loan from the Coffee God. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Coffee God. That was hilarious, where did they even get the idea that there was a Coffee God? They don''t even know what coffee is. But this did give me a chance to both do Azran a favor, and do him a concealed bad turn, because he left me with that horrid Cyril.


    So I decreed that the High Priestess, I think she was called Lama, or was it Lana? Oh, Well. With this Azran would get an alliance with the Demons, and I would royally screw him over, by sticking him with a pissed off wife.


    I laughed when I heard her thoughts, the ''Go f*ck yourself'' was particularly amusing.


    Yeah, Azran was screwed. I was going to enjoy watching this. BWAHAHAHA. I am the Devil after all, it''s my job to screw people over.


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    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Azran POV


    Ah. Back to the real world, with my familiar Dufus, My stalker-wife-kind of Goddess Navaris, and a relatively full mana pool. And I now I can go see my other wife, my new toy, obnoxious in-laws, and the rest of my people.


    Hmmm. I think I''m forgetting something.


    ''Hey Navaris. I feel like I''m forgetting someone.''


    ''Perhaps it is your brother. Who you have ignored for the past month, and a half.''


    ''Oh. SH*T! I completely forgot.''


    I should have sent a message back with Markal. DAMN! You know at times like this I almost wish that my mind worked rather normally. I mean for most people 1 + 1 = 2 but for me common sense is 1 + 1 = 11. . .Or pizza, it depends on what I''m feeling at the time.


    Oh. Well. I''m sure George will do something nice and rather stupid, like invading Hell to demand my location from Markal.


    I should probably call in a favor, because if Markal kills George, I''ll have to try and kill him. And That definitely would not be ideal.


    I mean, my brother is normally a really kind person. But there are times when he has serious anger management issues. And coming from me, that actually means a lot.


    There was that one time, when some jerk tried to come onto Marie, and George hung him from a flag pole. The guy was upside down and naked. Yeah, well, No one is perfect.


    I''m going to need to concentrate, to open a link with Markal. I teleport us back to the fort. Now, where is he. . .Ah. Hasan.


    "Hey Hasan. This is Dufus, my familiar. Do me a favor and find a place for him to stay."


    I grin as Hasan raised an eyebrow. I walked up and patted him on the shoulder.


    "Don''t ask Hasan. You really don''t want to know."


    "Of course. This way Dufus. I will show you to your house."


    "Thank you, Master"


    "Sure thing Dufus. Don''t cause any trouble for Hasan, or he might rip your arms off."


    With that I waved my hand and walked away. Now to check on my family and new pet before opening a connection to Markal.


    I teleport to my house and look around. Hmm. Sirenia seems to be missing, but Angeline and one of the Puppies are in the small bedroom.


    I open the door and look in, Angeline is making a bunch of small figurines out of water and using them to perform a play. While number 4, she had a patch with the number 4, stood in a corner of the room, and watched the catgirl, who was lying on the bed.


    I walked in, and ruffled Angelin''s hair, before nodding to number 4.


    "So, how''s my pet doing?"


    "She''s fine. She tried to escape earlier, but she obviously didn''t succeed. Her name is Akane."


    Angeline answered as she continued manipulating the water figurines, her control of water was definitely getting better. I walked over to the bed, and looked at Akane.


    "So, how are you doing Akane? Enjoying your stay?"


    She looked at me strangely for a moment before saying


    "I''m sorry."


    "Huh."


    And that was the last thing I said before a knife slammed into my brain, killing me instantly. . . . . . Or not.


    Navaris materialized in her human form out of my body and caught the knife before it even got close to touching me.


    "I think I shall enjoy playing with you. Please allow me to take care of this, darling"


    Hmmm. Navaris is sounding more than a little creepy. I wonder if it is because of that hormones thing I read about? Whatever, I don''t have time for this. Although if I finish dealing with Markal and George, fast enough, maybe I''ll get to see some girl of girl action. Yep, definitely a reason to work faster.


    "Sure. Angeline, if you see your sister, will you tell her that I''m back. I have some things to do, so I''ll be in my room."


    "Of course."


    "All right. Thanks."


    Hmm. I hope Navaris doesn''t break Akane. I was kind of hoping to keep her. Well I''ll look into that once I''m done here.


    I lie down on the bed, and close my eyes, sending my consciousness into the world. I quickly guide it down, towards hell. Now, where is he. . . . Ah. There he is.


    ''Hey Markal.''


    ''Huh. Azran? What do you want? It''s not normal for you to make a sudden trip down here.''


    ''Yeah. Well I kind of forgot to notify my brother where I was, so he may be going off on a rampage, and I wanted to warn you before he got here. I was also wondering, if he wasn''t here, if you would let him know I''m alive and well.''


    ''Hmm. Well that definitely makes sense. . . .And it definitely explains why he is currently vaporizing my forces.''


    ''SH*T! DAMN IT! Of all the . . . .Ugh. Do me a favor and let me handle this, will you. You owe me for the army.''


    ''Okay. But now you owe me one, because I paid you back for the army. I told the Demon King, who is also my high priestess, to marry you and secure an alliance with your kingdom. So I''ve definitely paid you back.''


    ''Mother**cker! I swear Markal, One of these days you''re going to go to far, and I''m going to end up telling all of your dirty little secrets to your wife. And that will definitely pay you back. What can I say, Karma''s a b*tch. I''ll owe you one for now, but I will definitely pay you back soon.''


    Great. Now I have to connect to George and fix this mess. Damn. At the rate this is going, I''m going to miss out on Navaris and Akane. Oh, poor me.


    George POV


    "What do you want?!" The scrawny little man looked up at me fearfully, from where I had thrown him.


    "You''re going to summon a lower level demon, and you''re going to do it now. Refuse and I''ll send you to Hell and get someone else to do it. You have two minutes."


    "W-What? But I can''t just..."


    "One and a half minutes."


    I probably shouldn''t be doing this, but I am seriously pissed and so far there have been no leads on Azran''s location. So the only thing left to do is find someone who doesn know, basically Markal, Demon God and Ruler of Hell. And since Hell connects all realms, I just have to get him to look for Azran and find a way to pay him back, since I''ll end up killing a whole bunch of demons on my way in.


    I''m not a complete idiot though. I have an emergency teleportation spell tied to my health so if I recieve a wound worse than just a scratch, I will be forcefully teleported back to my house. Ah, He''s done. Since I specialize in light magic, dark magic is all but impossible for me.


    Smoke and fire boiled out of the magic circle and condensed into the form of a lesser demon.


    "Who dares summon me, . . . . . AAAUUGGGHHH!"


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    The demon screamed as I destroyed him with a beam of pure energy.


    "F*cking Demons, and their obnoxious monologues."


    I reached out and grabbed the energy trail, that led down to Hell. Well I had better get this done before Marie finds out. Otherwise she''ll kill me.


    With that I use the energy trail to teleport into Hell.


    I am surrounded by a rocky wasteland, filled with lava, fire, volcanoes, and dry rocky outcroppings. I have no idea why my brother used to visit this godforsaken place, although he did always say that the lava springs were excellent.


    "Hey, Who are. . ."


    I vaporized the first demon to attack me and smiled. Now All I had to do was kill enough demons that Markal would notice and come over.


    I forced a bunch of light into a razor thin beam, and used my make-shift lazer to cut down the lesser demons that attacked me. It was a fast, and efficient way to use light, and it wasted very little mana. Azran was always telling me to find a way to use the smallest amount of mana for the largest effect. He said it was one of the only ways to defeat an opponent that was stronger than you were, after all even if you only have half of your opponents mana, if you use it correctly, you can unleash spells that are twice as powerful as your opponents, for only half the mana cost.


    I unleashed my aura which burned the couple of demons that had managed to get close. My aura was nearly as bright as the sun, and painful to look at. Azran always said that it made me look like some sun god. I had laughed, until he showed me his aura, it looked like a sea of corpses and blood. It was then that Azran had explained that our aura, was like a reflection of our soul, and what type of magic we used, influenced our aura. Since I used light magic, I had an extremely bright aura, while Azran who used dark magic, had an aura of fear and despair, as well as having it show the corpses of every person he has killed.


    Ugh. How many Demons am I going to have to kill before Markal shows up.


    Just as I was wondering this a voice sounded in my head.


    "George, you crazy bastard, are you trying to get yourself killed?"


    I leapt back from the battle and up onto a volcanic outcropping. Suprisingly, the demons didn''t try to follow and all turned around and left. Hmmm. Weird. Anyway.


    "Azran? Is that you?"


    "Yes, you moron. Were you trying to get Markal to kill you? Never mind. That''s probably my fault for forgetting to contact you."


    "Speaking of which, where are  you? I can feel your telepathic link, but you''re not in Hell."


    "Oh. Right. Well I got teleported to this world, where these people said they summoned me to kill the Demon King."


    "Right. But knowing you, brother, I doubt you agreed so casually."


    "Yep. I killed all of them, then teleported into a forest and brainwashed a Dark Elven sort-of-Princess, after saving her sister. Then a whole bunch of sh*t went down, and I ended up marrying both her and Navaris, who by the way I had been married to for four years, but she decided not to tell me.


    Then Navaris slipped me some sort of God-level aphrodisiac, and now both her and Sirenia, the Dark Elf girl, are pregnant. Then I got rid of an army by summoning Markal, and trading him the attacking army for protection for my unborn kids.


    Then, as if that wasn''t enough, I got roped into becoming King of the Dark Elves, and was forced to train their soldiers for an entire month, don''t ask why, and I ended fighting a champion, who was on the level of a Demi-God.


    Whew, well that''s most of it, but to wrap it up, I wiped the champion''s soul clean, renamed him Dufus, and went back into my Fortress. Where I handed him off to my head bodyguard, and then visited my new toy, some random catgirl named Akane, who tried to kill me only for Navaris to stop her. Then Navaris wanted to ''tame'' her, and I wanted to watch but I had just remembered about you and went to ask Markal to contact you, but you had already attacked Hell, so I traded a favor to Markal in exchange for him not trying to kill you, and found out I''m egaged to the Demon King. Whew, finally. So what have you been doing for the last month and a half? OH, and I have to go kill some lesser God who p*ssed me of."


    Huh. . . .Okay I heard him, but this is going to take a while to process. Let''s see, process the most important information first. My brother is alive. He is married to two different women, while possessing another one as a toy and being engaged to yet another.  He is about to commit deicide. I almost p*ssed off the ruler of hell. And now, what was the most important thing. . . .Oh, Yeah.


    "OMG! I''m about to be an UNCLE! Azran, you lucky b*stard, when is the birth going to be? Because I swear, if I''m not invited I''m going to rip out your heart."


    "Hmm. Well it should be in about eight and a half months, I''ll work out something with Markal, so that you, Marie, and Mom and Dad, can come. I don''t dare bring anyone else, or Markal''s price will be to high. That sound okay? Because if it is, I have to get back to watch some girl on girl action."


    "Yeah, I guess its fine. But next time don''t you dare forget to contact me, or I''ll tell your wives all of your dirty little secrets."


    "You do know that I just used that exact same line on Markal, right? Anyway, can you teleport out of Hell, or do you need help?"


    "Of course I can. I guess I''ll see you when your wives give birth. Stay safe Azran."


    "Of course. Who do you think I am?"


    I sighed and shook my head. I would probably realize everything he had told me in a couple of hours, but until then I should just go relax with Marie. Now that I know my brother is safe, I have just about nothing to worry about. And with that thought I teleported out of Hell and back into my house.


    Ah, It was good to be home.


    Azran POV


    I hurriedly set up a deal with Markal, before flinging my consciousness back into my body.


    Got to hurry, maybe I''ll be able to catch the rest of the show. I leapt out of bed and rushed to the small bedroom. I threw open the door and looked around quickly.


    Akane was lying naked on the bed shivering with pleasure, while Navaris sat on the corner of the bed, also naked, and licked her lips.


    "Welcome Home, Darling. Did you enjoy your trip to Hell?"


    Akane turned towards me and whispered. "Welcome Home, Master."


    My mind stopped for a few seconds on the sight of a hot catgirl calling me Master. Before my mind comprehended what was happening.


    I had missed out on watching two hot girls make out.


    I dropped to my knees, threw back my head and howled.


    "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"


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    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Chapter 14


    Azran POV


    A voice echoes through my head, while I lie asleep in bed.


    ''Wake up, my darling little angel''


    I groan and roll over, pulling the sheets over my head.


    ''Get the f*ck out of my head, Markal''


    ''Ha. Make me.''


    I quickly picture Karl naked in my mind. . . . Wait for it.


    ''GAAAAAAAAAH! My eyes! Oh God, My eyes! They burn! Water! Anyone?! Please!''


    I laugh silently as Markal screams in agony. I bet he doesn''t get that image out of his head for the rest of the day. That''ll teach him to mess around in other people''s heads.


    ''You son of a b*tch! I come here to help you, and you traumatize me for the rest of my life!''


    ''What do you mean you came here to help me?''


    ''That Marxis guy, is going to attack in about 5 hours. Don''t ask how I know.''


    ''Oh, thanks. Here, take this as an apology.''


    I quickly picture his wife naked. . .


    ''HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY WIFE LOOKS LIKE NAKED?''


    ''Later Markal''


    ''WAIT. ANSWER MY QUE.....''


    I cut the telepathic communication and grin. That was only the beginning. I still have to pay him back for setting me up with the Demon King without permission.


    Now. What to do about an attacking God? Well, it''s actually pretty nice that he''s going to attack today. After all, I''m still pissed off that I missed the ''taming'' session, so maybe I''ll kill him slowly. . .Or I''ll figure out some really painful way for him to die.


    On the other hand if he''s not going to show for another five hours, then I have five hours to watch Navaris and Akane.


    ''Hey Navaris, would you mind playing with Akane?''


    ''Sure. I''m always in the mood for taming a pet''


    And just like that only a few minutes had passed until I was watching Navaris and Akane twisting naked on the bed. YES! This was heaven. I watched carefully as Navaris tweaked Akane''s nipples before leaning forward and kissing her. Perfect! Now all I had to do was join in.


    I reached down to take off my pants, but just before I could, a giant voice boomed out.


    "Where are you Azran! I challenge you to a duel to the death!"


    What the Hell Markal, where did you learn to count. That was five minutes not five hours. Wait, This means, I''m going to have to leave before I can join in.


    No. Not Again! NOT AGAIN! NOT A-F*CKING-GAIN!! YOU F*CKING BAST*RD! I WILL DESTROY YOUR F*CKING SOUL!


    ''Navaris. Protect the fort.''


    And with that the roof of my house vaporized as my extremely p*ssed off body hurtled into the sky. WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS THAT F*CKING BASTARD! WHERE IS THE FOOL WHO THINKS HE CAN INTERRUPT MY SEX TIME, AND LIVE TO TELL ABOUT IT!?


    Hmm. Not good. I''m seeing everything through a red haze, Marxis went to far this time. Now where is he? Ah. There he is.


    "Azran. I challenge you to a duel to the de......"


    I invoke ''Atom Bomb'' four times in succession, cutting off his words, as the area where he is turns brighter than the sun for the space of a few seconds. If Navaris wasn''t shielding the fort, it would have been disintigrated.


    But I don''t care. I AM P*SSED. I can feel power rushing through me. There is no way for this to end unless Marxis is dead. Shadows creep over my demon form, as balls of fire surround me. Fire and Darkness, Ashes and Death, Ice and Blood, All of these different magics form balls that surround me, and begin rotating at a very fast speed.


    I will show this pathetic God of War why Magic Kings are feared. It is because they are masters of magic, they do not rely on anything, they do what they want when they want it. And God help those who try to stop them. You have made a very large mistake Marxis. You have interrupted a very important time for me. There will be no mercy.


    Ah. The smoke is clearing, it seems Marxis is not to badly injured. Although the skin has peeled off his entire body, it was a little more than I had expected. I knew a couple of atom bombs weren''t capable of killing a God, but they would at least do a small amount of damage. Marxis looks p*ssed. GOOD. Now let me show you the true power of a Magic King.


    I use the wind to fling massive amounts of dust into the air aroud Marxis.


    "What''s this? You think you can blind me with dust. Pathetic Human. Allow me to show you true power."


    "I haven''t been human for a long time. And allow me to show you what happens when you combine science with magic."


    And with that I fling a small globe of fire into the gathered dust, Immediately causing a massive dust explosion, that engulfed Marxis. All right. Enough talk. Let''s get this battle started.


    I fling several consecutive spells from every type of magic into the settling explosion. Seconds later a bleeding Marxis flies out of the explosion, and unleashes a flurry of stabs and slices at me with his sword.


    I evade by teleporting up and back, before firing a small pebble at supersonic speeds into his head. I watch his head snap back, before he unleashed a roar of rage and charged me again, only for the process to repeat itself.


    I unleashed spell after spell after spell, but they only caused low-level damage. I sighed as I teleported back out of his range. My anger had faded, leaving only a cold, cruel, attitude that demanded rational thought.


    This wasn''t good. He definitely had more mana than me, and even though he couldn''t cast any spells, he was using it to make his body stronger and faster. At this point I would run out of mana before he did, so I have to make a gamble and put all of my mana into an enormous spell, and hope it will kill him. But since atom bomb has a small effect, and Supernova will kill me. . . .Then that leaves, perhaps a black hole? Yes. Even a God shouldn''t be immune to the effects of something that devours even light itself.


    Oops. I teleport again, just barely escaping his sword. Not good. I won''t last at this rate. Oh Well. I always wanted to see what this would do.


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    A vicious grin ripped across my face, If I was going to die, then I was sure as Hell, going to have a memorable death. Wind swirled around me, flinging back my hair, as Power gathered in my hands. More, More, More, More Power!


    I channeled all of my mana into the space between my hands, the draining was vicious but worth it. Floating inbetween my hands there was a small black ball, about the size of a tennis ball.


    "Is that supposed to scare Me. Your pathetic magic has no effect on me."


    Marxis roared as he charged me. Really, this guy is a complete and total moron. Even someone with no ability to use magic, should be able to tell that this is on a completely different level from my previous attacks. But maybe this is for the best, after all this is only effective at close range, and now I don''t have to try and attack him with it.


    I grin as his sword flies towards me, only to abruptly change direction and head into the small black ball in my hands. It crumpled and was sucked into the ball, but like an idiot, Marxis refused to let go and continued to try and pull it out. But by the time he realized there was no way to save his sword, it was to late. He was within the range of the black hole and nothing could stop it now.


    He screamed and yelled, trying to teleport but the enormous gravity pressure coming off the ball, finally he did something really stupid and tried to punch the black hole. . . .This guy must be the moron of morons, I''m suprised he''s not the God of morons. His entire arm was sucked into the black hole, but right before his entire body was consumed I used what little remaining magic I had, and ripped his soul out of his body and into a specially prepared crystal. I immediately banished the black hole, and sighed as the strain on my body was released.


    Finally. Now all I have to do is figure out how to harness his mana pool, and I will double my power. Wait. What is that?


    A small glowing ball had emerged from where I had ripped out his soul. DON"T TELL ME! This moron had a revenge spell cast upon him?!


    A revenge spell is a spell that activates with your death, and is supposed to kill your killer. I tried to bring up a shield but I was almost completely out of mana, so I used the drops I had left, to use wind to hurl me away from the ball of light. It shrank into itself and exploded in a massive ball of heat and flame.


    I screamed as my skin melted off my body. DAMN. I got cocky and didn''t even consider the possiblilty of him having a revenge spell. I was falling, faster and faster, as the explosion forced me downwards. I managed to send out a summons and was suprised when Dufus instead of Navaris appeared and caught me. Well this is weird, I would definitely like it better if Navaris had caught me in a princess carry, instead of Dufus. But he is fulfilling his purpose, so I''ll let it slide for now. I manage to mutter,


    "Get me to the healers" Before I passed out from the pain and lack of mana. Damn. Next time I''m going to have to stop underestimating Gods. But I did just kill a God and steal his soul, so all''s well that end''s well, I guess. Ah, but I missed getting it on with Navaris and Akane. . . .I''m going to torture Marxis so bad for that.


    Akane POV


    The one they call Dufus returned with Master. Master was not in good shape.


    His skin was almost entirely burned off and he was unconscious, but for some reason no one was worried. They said things like don''t worry, he''ll survive. or That''s to be expected from killing a God.


    They did heal him, but I wondered how they all had such trust in him. They did not even consider the possibility that he would die, and merely believed the fact that no matter what, he would survive. At first it was confusing but then I remembered. Dufus was a sort of almost-demi-god, and Master had defeated him without recieving a single wound, and just now he had killed a God while still retaining his life.


    Incredible. Master is extremely stong. To kill a God and still survive. Hmm. Perhaps I will allow him to join me and Mistress Navaris, when she ''tames'' me next time. . .Come to think of it, Why do I call him Master?


    Markal POV


    I roared with laughter when I watched Azran kill that obnoxious war God. That freaking moron actually tried to punch a black hole. Hmm. I didn''t expect him to steal his soul though. I also didn''t expect that revenge spell, perhaps a gift from some other God?


    Well anyway, I was right in forming a sort of alliance with Azran. It seems he will rise to great heights. Although I''m about ready to kill him, right now.


    First he traumatizes me with a picture of his father-in-law naked. Then He shows me a picture of my wife naked. AND HOW THE HELL DOES HE KNOW WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE NAKED? Well, at least I''ll be able to watch his torment at Lana Bloodray''s hands. Her thoughts have been getting even more vicious of late. I''m was almost regretting forcing Azran into a marriage with her, but ever since  this morning, I''ve been greedily awaiting the results.


    Screw you Azran. I''m going to have several good laughs at your expense. Seeing my wife''s naked body is unforgivable. Although your wives have pretty good bodies too. Hmm. Yes that thing you had Navaris and Akane doing was especially tantalizing. This is actually quite good, being able to see whatever I want definitely has its perks. Although if Minerva catches me at this. . . . . Shudder. I don''t even want to consider the consequences.


    Wait, This is the good part. Navaris is forming some sort of tentacle, is she going to do it? Wait, here she goes. Yes this is awesome!


    "AND WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU THINK YOU''RE DOING? DARLING."


    I gulp as I turn to find Minerva standing behind me and tapping her arm.


    "Ummm. There''s a reason for this, I swear."


    "Really. Well I look forward to your eventual excuse. But for now, lets just skip to your punishment."


    "Wait, What? AAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHH!!!"


    My screams of pain resounded throughout Hell.


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 Chapter 15 - Azran the God-Eater?

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Chapter 15


    Azran POV


    Ugh. Why does everything feel like sh*t. Oh, right. I killed a God and stole his soul. Well, that was a relatively good day. As long as I ignore the fact that it ended up burning off all my skin and forced me to accept a princess carry from Dufus.


    But now I have to figure out a way to use his soul. Hmmm. Maybe Navaris will know a way. I could probably create a link to his soul, and slowly replenish my mana, but when his mana pool is gone it won''t be of any use.


    I open my eyes and glance around. Let''s see, it looks like Hasan, Dufus,  and Navaris are all in the room either guarding or waiting for me to wake up. I groan and sit up.


    "Remind me to have a back-up plan, the next time I decide to kill a God."


    "Oh. You''re awake."


    "What the Hell, Navaris. Not even a ''I''m so happy that you''re okay''?


    "Of course not. You were fine, so why should I act relieved when you wake up? It was only a matter of time until you did."


    "You know. . . .Nevermind. Anyway do you know of any way I can take Marxis''s power, without just gradually draining his mana pool?"


    ". . . . .There is a way, but you will have to listen to me and forgive what I did first."


    "Okay. You''re forgiven. Now can you tell me?"


    "You can''t just forgive me. You have to listen to what I did first."


    "Why? You didn''t kill any members of my family, or try to kill me, so I could care less about what you did. Even if you went and enslaved an entire race, or slaughtered a world, I wouldn''t care because it doesn''t really affect me."


    "I did something worse. I lied to you. I have visited this world before, but I didn''t want you to know, because you might have feared me if you know what I have done. I am a God-Eater, one who can gain power by devouring the souls of Gods....Please don''t hate me."


    "Really Navaris. . .I could really care less. So you lied to me. So What? You think I care about a small lie, that you told because you thought I would fear you. Your lie didn''t harm me or my family, which you are a part of, so why should I care? And there is no way I''d hate you. We''ve been through far to much for me to even be capable of hating you. But enough of this emotional sh*t, tell me more about this God-Eater thing. So if I eat this crystal, I''ll gain Marxis''s powers? Although if I also get his stupidity, I''ll pass."


    "Y-You really don''t care?"


    "Of course not. So, back to the important question. How does this God-Eater thing work."


    "Well it basically consists of eating the soul of a God ranked being. But once you do that, almost all Gods will fear and hate you, as well as actively plotting your demise."


    "So. What''s the downside?"


    "I just told you, Almost all God''s will hate you and try to kill you."


    "I''m pretty sure they''re doing that anyway. So, there''s no downside. Allright."


    And with that I popped the soul crystal into my mouth and chewed. Hmm. Weird. It tasted like some of that hard candy, you can buy back on earth. I swallowed, but didn''t really feel anything.


    "You didn''t let me finish. You are supposed to eat it slowly or when you get his power, it''s really gonna hurt."


    "Oh. Well that sucks."


    Just then pain ripped through my body and my mouth opened in a horrible scream of pain as my body shook in convulsions, before I passed out and my sight went black.


    ''Ah, Hell. Who the Hell are you?''


    I faced this shapeless mass of darkness and could tell that it had a consciousness, so I adressed it and wanted to know what it was doing inside my head.


    ''I am the Darkness. A Being of immense power and immortality.''


    ''Yeah. So what? What do you want and why the Hell are you in my head?''


    ''I am being forced to serve the conclave of Greater Gods, and I wish to make a deal with you.''


    Ugh. Typical, just another being who wants to be on top. Let me guess, he just wants my co-operation in a few ''small'' matters, in return for a portion of his power.


    ''So what is this deal?''


    ''If you do certain favors for me, I can lend you a portion of my power, making you invisible to the Gods and granting you the ability to manipulate any type of darkness, including shadows, space, and black holes, and by extension gravity. I can do all of this freely and with minimal mana usage, since that is what I am made of.''


    ''I see. That is a very attractive offer, but before I agree. Tell me what these favors would consist of.''


    ''You would take care of some of the Lesser Gods and eventually one of the Greater ones. If you think about it rationally, it is a small price to pay for my power, since you will be fighting them eventually, now that you are a God-Eater.''


    ''You are correct. If I think about it rationally it is a good deal. However; there is one flaw. I am dependent on you for my power, and I don''t like to depend on anyone for power. So I am afraid I will have to refuse.''


    ''You are an overconfident assh*le. I have seen many of your kind. You will soon be killed, no matter who your guardian is.''


    ''I am sure you see me as a cocky loser, but I''m afraid you have underestimated me. You see you made one fatal mistake. You invaded my mind. And I have many traps set up to protect me from any kind of mind control, including the one that cut off your escape route.''


    ''What?! Impossible!!''


    ''You made a mistake when you attempted to make a deal with a God-Eater by invading his mind. So now I''m going to take your power. Although you can die knowing that I will end up fulfilling your ambitions and kill those Gods that you are so pissed at. Goodbye. If it makes you feel any better, I will inherit your memories, as well as your powers so that I know which Gods are a serious threat.''


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    The ''Darkness'' screamed as I devoured his essence, sucking his soul into his body. He was honestly a little smarter than Marxis, and definitely more powerful, but since he was in my head he was at a serious disadvantage. This made it relatively easy to rip out his soul, and take his power for my own.


    Oh Sh*t!! I forgot that Navaris told me to eat it a little at a time. And ''Darkness'' was definitely stronger than Marxis. This is really gonna hurt. Hmm. I wonder if you can scream when you''re unconscious.


    "AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"


    Well that definitely answers that question. Now I wonder when I''ll wake up, and when will this pain stop.


    Markal POV


    I sulked in the corner while Minerva went on a long rant about faithfulness, and how I should be thankful to her for not torturing me. Yeah RIGHT! Trust me, I''ll take torture over Minerva''s psychological torture any day.


    Who is scarier. The guy who can tear you apart and tell you your a bad person or the guy who can get in your head and make you believe that you are a piece of sh*t who doesn''t deserve to live.


    Unfortunately for me, I had been unable to escape and her psychological torture had taken effect. I had however, managed to send a small portion of will deep into my soul, where she didn''t look. So I had preserved a small part of my voyeurism. Unfortunately, Now I was unable to think of watching Azran or his wives without shivering uncontrollably. I was even unable to consider it. . . . . Well at least not if Minerva was within a hundred miles. I would dare to try it if I could draw her attention to something else and lock myself in a secure room with no other entry permitted.


    Yeah, well, it looks like she noticed I wasn''t paying attention. Sh*t. It looks like it''s going to start all over again.


    Navaris POV


    I was happy that Azran didn''t hate me. I had been worried that he would fear me, or hate me for lying but he didn''t.


    He is really kind and understanding. He is the only person who truly understands me.


    Sometimes he is an idiot though. Like when he just ate the God''s soul instead of waiting and eating it slowly. I almost laughed because the pain that occurs when you recieve a God''s power is immense, as it changes your body so that it can hold that amount of power.


    I am a little worried though. Just when his screams started to die down they started up again even louder. That was odd, and when I tried to jump into his mind to find out, he blocked me out.


    Hmm. Weird. Well I can always find out when he wakes up.


    Azran POV


    Damn. Now I really feel like sh*t. First I get my skin burned off, then I get stuck with so much pain that I faint, then I get stuck with even more pain and faint in my faint. If that''s even possible.


    Hmmmm. My body looks the same, but I can feel the differece. My body is probably ten times denser than it was, giving me about ten times the strength.


    Interesting. Now let''s test out this gravity control. I try and feel for the gravity and reverse it. Oh, there we go. Oh, Sh*t! I managed to mutter this as my body was flung through the roof of the house and straight up to the sky.


    I manage to stop myself before I end up in space. Hmm. This could definitely be useful but I really need to learn to control it. But before that, I really need to fix or finalize this thing with the Demon King, Markal set me up with. Yeah, that should probably be first. I can work on controling these new powers while I have Hasan set up a meeting.


    I slowly let myself back down into the house and look at everyone.


    "Well, What are you waiting around for? I''m awake, so you can get back to work. Hasan, I''m going to want you to set up a meeting with the Demon King. And Dufus, until then you''re on patrol. Make sure no one invades. Navaris, you can come with me. Maybe you''ll be able to help me adjust to these new powers. Oh, and I almost forgot. I might have consumed some other God-like being while I was unconscious. Well, Why are you still standing around? Lets get moving."


    Well. Today was a good day, a very good day in fact. Well as long as you take away the horrible pain and the fact that all my skin was burnt off. But to look at the bright side, I killed a God, ate his soul to gain his powers, then ate another God, and devoured his soul. I mean really, how many people can kill two Gods in one day? I must have set some sort of record. Azran the Great, killed two Gods within 24 hours! Yeah, Something like that. Well, now to get ready to hook up with a psychotic Demon King who likes human sacrifice. Yep, definitely a good day.


    Lana Bloodray POV


    The beautiful human woman screamed as my claws ripped through her skin. Her screams of pain and horror, were like music to my ears and they worked to erase some of my anger.


    F*cking Markal. Putting me together with some assh*le who probably sold him his soul, in exchange for power.


    Well, F*ck him. I''ll show him real power. If I have to marry him, you can bet that I''ll be the one to be giving orders.


    I leaned over and ripped out her throat with my teeth, allowing her blood to splatter everywhere. I looked around at the numerous bodies that lined the room. Well, at least I had released some of my anger so that I didn''t try to kill this Azran, when I first met him.


    I straightened and cracked my neck. Ah, well I suppose I should get ready to go meet Azran.


    Look out little guy. I''m going to make your life a living Hell or even worse.


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 Chapter 16 - God-Eater Vs Demon King (Almost)

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Chapter 16


    Lana Bloodray POV


    Hmm. It seems that Azran has sent a messenger. His messenger is actually pretty powerful. It looks like he is about as strong as most of my generals. Interesting. It seems he doesn''t want me to kill the messenger and so he sent someone strong enough to escape if he deems it necessary.


    Perhaps, this Azran is more intelligent than I thought. Very Well. I will allow his messenger to return alive. However; I will show this fool a portion of my power so that this Azran will come here in fear of me.


    Yes. That will do nicely. I grin. This weak litte human will regret having to marry me.


    "So. What have you come here for and who sent you."


    "I am Hasan. One of King Azran''s bodyguards. And I have come to you to ask if you have a preference for your meeting and engagement to him."


    "Oh. Really. And why would he believe that I would accept an engagement to him, hmm? It sounds rather presumptious and arrogant to me"


    "King Azran was visited by the Demon God Markal, and informed of this arrangement. Are you saying that the Demon God Markal lied? No. I''m sure you are just making sure of my identity, so that you know Azran really sent me."


    Sh*t. This bastard is smart. He''s purposely baiting me so that I lose my cool and deny it. But doing that would bring to question my faith in Markal. And having that happen in front of the rest of the demons would erode my position as Demon King. Damn. I''m really starting to hate this guy.


    "You are correct. I was merely ascertaining that you were actually sent by Azran. I will meet Azran here, at the capital of the Demon Realm. Where we will both undergo the Trial of Domination."


    "May I ask what the Trial of Domination is? I have never heard of it before."


    "Of course. I suppose all lower life forms would have no knowledge of this sacred ritual. The Trial of Domination decides who is the head of the marriage. Whoever defeats the other becomes the dominant partner of the marriage."


    "So, In other words it is a battle, with the winner exerting ownership over the other."


    "I suppose you could put it that way. But don''t worry. I won''t mess up your king to badly. I''ll make sure to leave him some of his limbs and other important functions."


    "Hmm. Well I can only say that this Trial of Domination will be very amusing. I am sure that many people will be entertained. Well I will return and tell Azran of what has occured. Farewell Demon King Lana."


    I watched as the Dark ELf turned and walked away. Interesting. Why did he say that the Trial of Domination would be interesting? Would he enjoy watching his King being defeated and disfigured? Hmm. Oh, Well. I suppose I can wait until Azran shows up to have my fun.


    Come to me little Azran. Come to me.


    Azran POV


    I reverse gravity sending me flying up before stopping and releasing a burst of pure mana, sending me rocketing back down towards earth, where I used gravity control at the last second to stop myself before I landed.


    ''Not Bad. You have gained control if not mastery over your knew powers''


    ''Thanks Navaris. Your input was pretty helpful, it would have taken me twice as long without you.''


    ''Not a problem.''


    ''Well it looks like Hasan is returning. I guess it''s time to see what the Demon King said.''


    I teleported over to my house, where Hasan was headed. Now I wonder what that Demon King said. Hmm. Well I''ll find out soon enough.


    "So, Hasan. What did our nice Demon King lady say? Perhaps her heart was bursting with joy at the thought of marrying me?"


    "I don''''t think so, My Lord. I believe her heart was set more towards ripping out your heart and shoving it up your *sshole. And She actually believes that she can do it."


    "Oh. So I guess not every woman will immediately fall in love with me. Sh*t. I was really hoping that that was the case. So what are the her preferences?"


    "She wishes for you to meet her in the Demon Capital and take part in the Trial of Domination."


    Hmm. Interesting. I haven''t heard about this Trial of Domination before. I wonder what it is.


    "So, what is this Trial of Domination? It sounds like a bunch of fat old guys getting together and deciding what the next move for their country is."


    "Actually it seems to be a battle between fiances and whoever wins seems to be the dominant force in the marriage. She proclaimed that I shouldn''t worry and that she wouldn''t beat you to badly. I merely told her that the upcoming trial would be amusing and agreed to her terms. Is that allright?"


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    "Yeah, that''s fine. Put together an escort to accompany me there. We will leave in three days."


    "Yes. My Lord."


    Hmm. So this Lana b*tch thinks she can rip me apart. This is gonna be fun. She probably thinks I''m some sort of human freak. Suprise, Suprise. I''m a F*cking God-Eater. I could have ripped out your heart when I was just a Magic King.


    Although ripping out my heart and shoving it up my *sshole was definitely inventive. I don''t think I''ve ever heard that one before. It must be new.


    Maybe that was her way of sweet talking me? Eh, Who knows. Well this is definitely going to be fun. All I have to do is defeat her and she''ll be forced to obey me. This will definitely be fun. I can finally play with the Demon King. It''s kind of ironic. Those jack*sses summoned me to defeat the Demon King, and I killed them. And now I''m going off to go defeat the Demon King. It really is ironic.


    I can''t wait, this is gonna rock. A fight with a Demon King in another world.


    So God-Eater vs Demon King. . .Starts. . . . NOW!


    George POV


    I can''t F*cking believe it. Not only one but two wives, and both of them are pregnant. . .


    . . SON OF A B*TCH! I''ll F*CKING KILL HIM. He freaking forgets to contact me for nearly two f*cking months, then suddenly finds me in Hell and drops a whole bunch of Sh*t on me.


    Oh, I am so going to sick Mom and Dad on him. I''m going to make him regret the day he was born. Lucky B*stard. Not one but two wives. . .And didn''t he say something about having a new toy and a Demon King fiance. . .Stop George. Just cool down. I''m sure that if I look very hard I can find some words to express my jealousy and rage. . . .F*ck it.


    ". . . .#$%*&()(_()_&%#!#@$%^&*(*(_)(+*(^@#@!@#@$%%^*&))&*(^^#@#$#^(*)+*)& *(&%%###$W%^%&*^&*(%$$#!%&^)*(__)^&%$@!#%%*&%*^^&*%&*$^%. . . . " {Note: To Keep this Fanfic from exceeding Mature limitations, I will omit what he just said.}


    Ah, That made me feel so much better. Although I have to admit, I may have overdone it.  I think I just cursed every God in existence and said a whole bunch of unsavory stuff about them.


    Stuff like questioning their parentage, their mothers reproductive organs, the orgin of their bloodline, and the length of their manhood.


    Yeah. That may have not been the best way to vent my stress, but that definitely helped. Well, I suppose I should go tell Mom, Dad, and Marie. This is definitely not gonna go over well. Sucks for you Azran.


    Azran POV


    So this is what the Demon Capital looks like. I suppose it would usually look impressive, but for someone who grew up around skyscrapers, this really isn''t that awe inspiring.


    I suppose it must look rather inspiring to everyone else though. I swear it looks like Sirenia is drooling. If I had to guess I''d say this city houses around 50,000 demons. Not really that bad, for a Demon Capital.


    So I guess the hot girl who looks like she''s on fire is the Demon King. Hmm. She is pretty freaking hot. I can''t wait to see her show me "Real Power". I watched as she used fire to create a sort of propulsion system that brought her slowly down to in front of me.


    "Welcome to the Demon Capital, Azran!! I have been waiting for you."


    "Yes. I heard something about you ripping out my heart and shoving it up my *sshole. I must say that was a very tantalizing description and that it made me very anxious to hurry up and meet you."


    "Really. I don''t remember saying that. But I must admit it was kind of my plan. I plan on showing everyone just how weak you are, and there is nothing you can do about it."


    "Oh. Well. I am glad to hear that. And I am looking forward to this battle. You have declared that you are going to destroy me, and I look forward to seeing you try."


    "Oh, is that a challenge? You seem to think that you will be able to defeat me."


    "Yes. Well, I look forward to your efforts to defeat me, because they will be amusing to say the least."


    "Interesting. Well let us start. We will work out the details of the alliance afterword. The arena has been prepared. Will you do me the honor of taking the Trial of Domination, My Darling?"


    "Yes, I believe I will. Let''s do this and work out the details later."


    Oh, Yeah. This is so gonna rock. I mean really, who doesn''t want a smoking hot Demon King sort-of-slave.


    We both teleport to the arena where we are surrounded by thousands of cheering demons. {Think Roman Colosseum}


    I look over at Lana and watch as fire explodes around her, reaching into the sky. I grin as I unleash my aura, and gather shadows into my hands.


    "LET''S DO THIS!"


    And with that we both began our attack.


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 Chapter 17 - The Devils Nightmare (Poor Guy)

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Azran POV


    I watched as Lana flew towards me, creating an enormous wave of fire. Interesting, but I really don''t see how that will be effective. I wonder if she can fly? With that I reversed the gravity under her, sending her body flying into the sky.


    I wonder just how much I can humiliate her before I''m done. Well, let''s find out. Because here she comes, and she''s p*ssed.


    I watched as she hurtled back down towards me. Yeah, she''s definitely pissed. Another wave of fire blasted towards me, but I absorbed it into the shadows that surrounded me.


    Her attacks were strong but wasteful. She had no idea of how to use mana efficiently. Ugh. Pathetic. I hate people who try to defeat me with extravagant attacks. Time to end this.


    I used a concentrated burst of mana to propel me towards Lana. I was moving much faster than her so it was the work of just a couple of thoughts to rip off her arms.


    Blood splattered all over my body, as the I ripped her arms off her torso. Well, that was anti-climatic. I expected her to put up more of a fight. Hmm.


    Just as I had that thought, something slammed into my head sending me flying. It took me a bare moment to use gravity manipulation to right myself and land on my feet. Now who the Hell was that? Did Lana kick me or something?


    I spin and look at her. How the Hell did she regenerate her arms in a second? There''s no way that she would be able to. . . . Wait one F*cking minute.


    MARKAL!!YOU SON OF A B*TCH! G*D*MMIT! Markal is sending his power through her just to f*ck with me. Well I''ll show him. If he''s giving her power, than there''s really no need to hold back is there.


    I grinned and began gathering magic power and reinforcing my body. Let the real games begin.


    I teleported towards Lana and yanked her head back, using a knife to slash open her neck. Arterial spray launched large amounts of blood into the air, as I ripped her intestines out of her stomach, before teleporting away.


    Well, somebody just lost a whole lot of weight....Probably about 5 pounds. You''re welcome Lana. I''m your own private dietician. . . . and you don''t even have to diet to lose weight!


    It seems that not all of her wounds will instantly heal. It takes almost a full minute before she completely heals. Suck that Markal.


    Hmm. I''m definitely going to have to do something really nasty to Markal, in return for this meddling. How about teleporting a whole bunch of naked women into his bed, right before he enters with Minerva.


    Damn. To do something like that would be pure evil. I mean Markal is my friend. . . . .


    Screw You Markal! Revenge is a better friend. I LOVE this idea. It is evil, ruthless, and just plain nasty. But it will screw Markal over so badly. . .I can''t wait. Although I will have to have some more fun with Lana first.


    I cover my hands in shadows, before catching her flaming fists. The shadows protect me from her fire, so this isn''t really a fight, despite Markal''s interference.  Oh? Interesting.


    I teleport backwards, avoiding the crystal spikes that shoot up from the ground. Oh ho, so she changed forms, that makes things a little more interesting.


    I floated through the air, avoiding all contact with the ground, since that could prove uncomfortable.


    A barrage of spikes sprang from the earth, causing me to teleport up. Hmm. Those could be obnoxious, although they did not pose a serious threat.


    A simple pressure spell shattered the spikes, while I teleported behind her and rammed two of the spikes through her back. I was careful and made sure to have one of them pierce her heart, while the other severed her spine.


    I then teleported in front of her, as she spun to stab me, and ripped off her jaw. Hmm, This was actually kind of fun. I cold rip her apart as many times as I wanted and she still wouldn''t die.


    Well, I suppose I should see how resistant she is to magic. I''m starting to run out of ways to kill her. It''s actually kind of depressing, you''d think I''d know more creative ways to kill someone. Well, I haven''t been using much magic, so I suppose I should start experimenting.


    I used the water in her body to close her windpipe. I suppose suffocation is a rather classic form of killing someone, but doing it from inside their body is definitely new.


    I watched as Lana slit her throat, to heal her windpipe. Interesting. She doesn''t care about any wounds and will inflict them upon herself because she trusts Marakl''s power.


    Now if I remember correctly, she should have one more form. I suppose I should try to get her to use it. After all I might as well learn about her powers if I''m going to marry her. And there is no f*cking way I''m going to lose and let her be the dominant one. NO F*CKING WAY!


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    I created an earth tremor that made her lose her balance for a second, but  that second was enough. I teleported behind her and slammed my hand into her back, wrapping it around her spine.


    "You should really get serious. I don''t know how much longer I''m going to be able to hold back."


    I the slammed my other palm into her back, blowing her body away while my other hand stayed wrapped around her spine, ripping it out of her body in a gruesome splatter of flesh and blood.


    Hey, I did it again. I really should get a job as a weight loss expert. I mean really, how many people can make you lose about half of your body weight in under an hour. Well, there might be a problem with all of the spine ripping and neck slitting, but Hey. Nobody''s perfect.


    It seems her body''s regeneration is slowing, I suppose she just can''t handle the sheer amount of mana that is passing through her.


    I should finish this soon before her body disintegrates. Oh, it seems that she has taken on her third form. If I remember correctly this one can control metal.


    Unfortunately for her I made sure to enchant any metal that I''m wearing. I watch as her armor twists and forms several thin whip like appendages.


    Interesting. Using your control over metal to create hundreds of thin wires. That is actually pretty smart. If they are used correctly they can wrap around me and keep me from teleporting. However, I don''t have to teleport to reach you, and metal has a fatal flaw. All you need is a powerful magnet, and all your metal becomes useless.


    And since I come from a world with electro-magnets, and apparently a Coffee God. All I have to do is. . . .There we go.


    A burst of electricity, and the melding of a couple of types of magic, was all it took to rip all of the metal off of Lana. Well, as much as I would like to continue this, I don''t want her to die. . .at least not yet. So I suppose I should end this.


    I glance at her before narrowing my eyes in concentration. When someone is lending you power, they have to have a constant connection. So to take away that power, all you have to do is destroy the connection.


    Ah. There it is. I concentrate, then send a blast of my mana down the connection. Eat that Markal.


    I quickly unleash a wave of electric energy, when Lana stumbles because of the sudden loss of power. It would be better to stun her quickly, instead of actually killing her.  Lana falls to the ground, as her body shudders from the electric shock. It acted similar to a taser.


    I slowly walk over and look down at her.


    "Do you admit defeat, or do I need to make you lose another 5 pounds."


    "I surrender"


    She whispered the words, before closing her eyes as she passed out. Well, that was fun. And now for my revenge on Markal. This will definitely take the cake. It takes about a couple of hours, but by the time Lana woke up, I had completed my plan.


    It didn''t take much time to convince her to take me to where they  kept the human sacrifices. It looks like she takes this dominant sh*t seriously. This is great. I mean, how many people get a smoking hot demon slave. {Come on. I know you want one. I  know I do.}


    After she took me there, it only took a couple of minutes to select a bunch of young female humans and put them in an illusion, with Markal pleasuring them. Then I carved the symbol into their chests and had them sent to Markal''s bedroom. Supposedly as a gift for his wife.


    Oh, poor old Markal. He is so screwed. I guess most people wouldn''t try to p*ss off the Devil, but I am an exception. After all, what could be more fun than screwing over the Devil.


    Markal POV


    W-W-WHAT THE HELL!!!! I had decided to show Minerva a good time, and get back on her good side. But when I entered the bedroom there was a bunch of naked females on my bed writhing in ecstasy while moaning my name.


    Normally I would love something like this but I had just entered with Minerva. . . . WHO THE F*CK DID THIS! Just then a voice rang throughout my head.


    ''Payback''s a b*tch Markal. Payback''s a b*tch.''


    Azran. . . .That SON OF A B*TCH! HOW DARE HE DO THIS!!!


    Before I consider dragging him down to Hell though, I should probably clear up this misunderstanding.


    "Minerva. I can explain this. You see.....Gurgle"


    That was all I got out before she ripped out my throat. SH*T!SH*T!SH*T!SH*T!!!


    Maybe I should have started off with something else?


    "YOU F*CKING CHEATER! I WILL MAKE YOU REGRET BRINGING ME HERE, SO THAT YOU COULD BOAST ABOUT YOUR CONQUESTS!!!!!! ALLOW ME TO SHOW YOU A NEW DEFINITION OF PAIN!"


    A gurgling scream was all that I could get out as she tore into me, ripping out my heart and dropping her other hand to my little boy. . . . . No PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT!


    MY horrifying scream as I was castrated, ripped throughout Hell, sending demons scurrying in fear. Oh, Azran. I will so get you back for this.


    It is only a matter of time. Eventually I will rip out your very soul. And Damn you for all eternity.


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    Markal POV


    Ugh. I wake up in a comfortable bed. What the Hell. Wait, My hands fly down towards my little boy.


    Ah. It''s still there. Wait, why wouldn''t it be there. Hmm. The last thing I remember is taking Minerva to the bedroom, but after that. . . . nothing. What happened?


    I remember before that I was f*cking with Azran''s life. . .Hmm. When I thought of Azran I had this sudden desire to rip out his soul and stuff it up his *sshole. Weird.


    Oh, good the doctor is here.Wait. Why is a Doctor here?


    Oh. He said something about permanent memory loss due to mental trauma. Strange. I''m the Devil. Why would I be traumatized by anything. It is unthinkable that anything could traumatize me.


    Oh. It''s Minerva. . . . . Beautiful, she is so gorgeous. How could I ever have thought of any other female. She is perfect. My own personal goddess.


    Hmm. That seems different from how I usually think. But this way is probably better so I should go along with it. I wouldn''t want to upset my Goddess.


    Yes. That is correct. I must only serve my Goddess. That is my only purpose in existing.


    Although I think I will play a little trick on Azran, for some reason I think I hate him right now. Yes. That is a good plan.


    Azran POV


    I. Am. A. F*cking. God-Eater. SO WHY THE F*CKING G*D D*MNED HELL, DO I HAVE TO DO ALL THIS F*CKING PAPERWORK. I''M NOTHING LIKE THE LAZY PIECE OF SH*T, WHO WRITES THIS F*CKING CRAP. I AM A F*CKING KING!!! (Yeah, Well Screw You Azran. If people didn''t like you so much, I''d give Minerva a shot at you.)


    AAAUUUGGGHHH!! It has to be because of all this f*cking stress, that my anger management, (or what passes for it) is so bad. It''s been about seven months since I defeated Lana. Both Navaris and Sirenia, are within a couple of days of giving birth, and my stress levels are off the charts. Everyone is giving me a lot of room, because I''m liable to snap and rip off the heads of anyone who talks to me.


    I swear, if one more thing pops up I am going to go on a rampage and slaughter a nation or something. This is unbearable, I am the King so why the f*ck do I have to do so much freaking paperwork. I should just be able to sit there and look cool, or go off and slaughter my enemies. I should have my subordinates do that sh*t, so how do I manage to get stuck with it?


    Come to think of it, Markal really hasn''t been that p*ssed at me. I thought that sending a whole bunch of naked girls to his bed would have p*ssed off his wife. It''s weird. He must be planning something in secret, I''ll have to be careful. But if it has anything to do with my kids birth, I will f*ck him up so badly that he''ll never recover.


    Because there is no way, I''m going to let their birth get messed up. If something happens to them then I''ll be stuck as the king forever, so they have to hurry and grow up so they can become the rulers. . . . . .Not to mention that Navaris would tear me into a lot of really tiny pieces and fling those pieces to opposite ends of the universe, if I allowed anything to happen to them.


    I''ve had to rely on an age old treatment to get rid of my stress lately. Ah, good old torture. Trust me, it does wonders for your blood pressure. There is just nothing like taking out all of your anger on some not so innocent people. The pleasure and happiness you feel at inflicting pain upon someone else really is the best.


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    Come to think of it, it''s about time I prepare the gift for my soon to be born kids. I don''t want them to be betrayed by someone, so I have had the elves and some demons rounding up any tribes or people who were rebelling against my rule and any human enemies they came across.


    If My children were going to be Gods then they needed their worshippers, and if they were going to be leaders then they needed loyal followers. So I was getting ready to do a massive brainwashing and bloodbinding, to turn them into fanatic worshippers of myself and my family. I mean really, if I have to create a group of loyal followers for my children, then I should make them as be like those religious fanatics who will kill themselves, because they think that their God would want it.


    Yep. If you''re going to create a cult of bloodthirsty maniacs as babysitters for your kids, then you should go all the way.


    ''Hey Hasan. How long till all of the prisoners are confined in the room.''


    ''It should only be another couple of hours, My lord''


    ''Allright. Keep up the good work.''


    Hmm. Since it seems I have some free time, I should get some rest. Maybe with Akane, and Lana? Yeah, that would be good.


    I teleport back to my house and open the door. Only to find George standing there smiling.


    "Welcome home, brother dear"


    I slam the door. WHAT THE F*CKING HELL?! I have to be seeing things. SH*T! Did was the booze I had earlier drugged with some halucinatory agent? AH. I''m probably just seeing things. I should probably get some sleep by myself. That''s right, it was all just an illusion.


    I sigh in relief and open the door again. Only to find George tilting his head and smiling.


    ...........H-H-Hey. What the f*ck is this? Why am I feeling this horrible fear and bloodlust?


    I''m a F*CKING GOD-EATER. I shouldn''t feel fear.


    "What''s wrong brother dearest?"


    WHAT THE F*CKING HELL IS WITH THE BROTHER DEAREST!!.........Wait. This way of talking reminds me of someone ...................Minerva........OH, F*CK!


    I slam the door and turn to run, but George''s arm ripps through the door and circles around my neck.


    "Come on dear brother. I believe I have heard something about you having a total of four wives now. Let''s discuss this in peace."


    And with that George dragged me screaming through the door and into my room.


    MARKAL!!!!! YOU F*CKING BASTARD!!!! How dare you set me up like this! I will F*cking destroy you!!!


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    (Remember him, the wannabe king)


    It''s cold. So cold.


    There is nothing here. I can''t take it.


    No one is coming to talk to me. What did I do wrong?


    Why did they Abandon ME?!!


    No! They would never abandon me!


    I understand now. This is a test. They are testing my loyalty and love.


    Yes. That explains everything. I will prove my DEVOTION!


    I WILL NOT BREAK!! I will endure this torture and loneliness and come out stronger!


    Just wait Markal and Minerva! I will return to you stronger than ever!


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    Lana POV


    Ugh. I can''t believe I lost to that man. Although I can respect his strength and cruelty, he has absolutely no other good points.


    Every single time I see him, he is always b*tching about being forced to do all this work, and he shows absolutely no interest in ruling. Really. He is just a strong person who doesn''t care about anything. He is a King who shows no interest in being one. If I had won I would have definitely reformed him and made him into a proper king.


    But I lost. F*CK! I should have been more careful. When I heard he was killing a lesser God, I thought it was just a joke. Even with the extravagent amount of power that I was given by Markal, He was just playing with me. As much as I hate to admit it, He is far beyond the reaches of my power. He is a being of extrordinary power, who stands above all mortals.


    But he is such a F*CKING SLACKER! G*DD*MN IT! If only he had an inkling of responsibility, he could be a great leader, but instead he just tries to push all responsibility off on other people.


    Well. I am not completely immune to him, since I am sort of in love with him. I mean it is almost impossible to find someone who can appreciate the great art of torture. Even most Demons only stick to traditional methods of torture and don''t take any great amount of pleasure from it.


    But. . . .He is different. He is the only one I have met who delights in torture as much as I do. Not only does he derive massive amounts of sick pleasure from it, but he is a complete master of it. I have invented several new forms of torture, but he is an enigma.


    He is so inventive, and brilliant that I can''t help but love that part of him. He is the only person who truly understands that torture is not only a great art but is a necessary part of life. As a wedding present, he even taught me a majestic spell that, I couldn''t have even imagined.


    The spell he taught me addicts the person to pain, so that they continue to crave it, even as their bodies break. He said he had created it when he heard of a person who couldn''t be broken because he was addicted to pain, and loved the sensation of torture. It was a wonderful spell, that surpassed anything I had ever recieved from anyone, it was the best present I have ever recieved.


    He even made it so that we spent our wedding night surrounded by screaming humans, who we could torture while we had sex. It was a truly inventive and unique idea, and I loved it. It was a perfect blend of pleasure and other people''s pain. . . .If I was ever able to make it to Heaven, I''m sure it would be a rather plain and boring place, compared to the perfection I felt that night.


    Yes, While his lazy attitude is horrible, his sick, twisted personality is perfect. So while I may always hate his lazy side, I will also always love the side of him that understands torture''s perfection.


    Ah. I sigh as my claws shred the back of the human girl. I made sure that we recreated that scene at least once a week. It was always so perfect. We even had the others join in, although Sirenia and Akane seemed to be displeased with it, Navaris didn''t mind.


    I shuddered as I remembered. Azran would push me down on top of the twisting screaming bodies of the prisoners being tortured, and would slam into me time after time. My screams of pleasure would mix in with the beautiful screams of the tortured people as they despaired, and our bodies would twist and turn, as we rolled in the middle of writhing screaming humans. . . .It was like heaven. By the time we were done, my claws had ripped his back to shreds, and my entire body was sore.


    The time we tried it with everyone didn''t work as well because Akane seemed to have some problem with doing it on top of dying people. Weird. Why would that bother her? Whatever. She''s just a weakling anyway.


    I shudder once more as I remember the pleasure, and tear off the human girl''s head, spilling her blood all over my body. Ah. This is a good life. Now, to go find my lazy husband and find good torture place. This really is like heaven.


    George POV


    I dragged my screaming brother through the door and tossed him on the bed. Hmm. So he was going to try and run. I guess that means that it''s true. I slammed my fist into his head, driving it into the wall.


    "SO. Tell me. Why did you do it? You already have four wives, so.....WHY THE F*CKING HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO GET MARKAL TO F*CK MARIE!!!!! DO I HAVE TO REMIND YOU THAT SHE IS MY F*CKING FIANCE!!!"


    "Huh. . . .What the F*ck are you talking about?!"


    Intersting. Azran really looks confused, but if he truly didn''t know then why the hell did he try to run? I should probably find out if Minerva was telling the truth, but first I think I''ll see if he confesses. Just a few more punches.


    Ah. That felt good. Now to see if Azran will explain. Huh.


    "Why do you look scared? You''re stronger than me, and those punches didn''t do any real damage so what''s wrong."


    "You look just like Minerva did right before she ripped that guy''s balls off and fed them to him. Any male would be terrified of that."


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    "Oh. I guess that explains it. But what I want to know is if you tried to get Markal to f*ck Marie, or if that was just a lie made up by Minerva."


    "Seriously? You seriously think I would try and set Markal up with your fiance? Have you lost your f*cking mind? I might try to teleport a bunch of girls who look like her into Markal''s bedroom to p*ss off Minerva, and screw over Markal. But I wouldn''t actually try to set Markal up with anyone. I mean he''s the devil. If he can''t get laid by his own efforts, then he doesn''t deserve to get laid."


    Okay. What the Hell is he talking about? If I understand this correctly then he sent a bunch of naked women into Markal''s bed to screw him over and several of them resembled Marie. I get it now, Minerva thought that Azran was trying to set up Markal with Marie, because of the similarities, even though Azran was just trying to screw Markal over.


    So I guess, this was just a big misunderstanding. Well that sucks. Although I did enjoy giving a few punches to Azran. That lucky b*stard got four wives.


    Well this was a waste of time. I suppose I can stick around until his kids are born though. I should probably explain what happened to Minerva though, It would be troublesome if she did something like telling the same story to Marie.


    Oh, Well. It''s Azran''s *ss not mine so it really doesn''t matter that much.


    Azran POV


    G*DD*AMNIT! What the F*ck! Why would George believe Minerva''s lies? Ugh. I can''t forget his face, when I opened the door. I swear, that is the creepiest smile ever.


    I''m probably going to end up with nightmares for a week, and that is on top of the stress from the upcoming births. I swear, at this rate I''m going to have a meltdown.


    Does anyone know what happens when a God-Eater has a meltdown? Maybe something like the destruction of the universe? Who knows. Anyway, its probably been enough time, so the prisoners should be ready.


    I get up and cast a quick glare towards my brother before walking away and heading for the underground prison. I should really do something to him to pay him back for those extra punches.


    It only takes me a couple of minutes to reach the prison and nod to the guards, before heading inside. The prisoners were all chained together, and filled the entire room, there were probably about two thousand people in total. Not a bad start for my kids legions of fanatic worshippers. Now All I have to do is make them into religious extremists, who are extremely devoted to my kids. I mean what kind of father doesn''t provide a bunch of fanatic psychopaths for his kids. Seriously, what kind of person is that unreliable?


    Now that I was a God-Eater, it was much easier to alter them, then it was with Dufus. All I had to do was empty their souls and then re-program them to be fanatically devoted to me and my family, as well as psychotic killers, and religious extremists. It only took me an hour or so to do it, which was good because I got a message from Hasan saying my parents and Marie had just appeared with Markal and Minerva.


    It was kind of strange that Markal and Minerva had come with them, but I guess that they wanted to watch the birth too. I mean how often does a God-Eater have kids? Navaris is the original God-Eater, and as far as I know I am the only other one in existence. So we have the child of two God-Eaters, and the daughter of a God-Eater and a Sword Emperor. Sirenia had grown another rank during the last couple months, despite being pregnant. {Come to think of it, That seems like Eris from Mushoku Tensei. Love that story.}


    I quickly teleported to their location but before I could greet them, Hasan suddenly ran up and said "My Lord! Your wives have begun giving birth."


    I swear, my heart just stopped beating. Why does it feel like I''m about to challenge every God and other being in existence? Why do I suddenly feel the urge to destroy the world, so that it won''t be able to hurt my kids?!


    .......HUH?!......Isn''t there supposed to be some sort of warning before this happens!! This is even worse than when they told me they were pregnant! WHAT THE F*CKING HELL DID I SAY ABOUT LEADING UP TO THINGS LIKE THIS!!! THIS IS WHY MOST GUYS RUN AWAY WHEN YOU TELL THEM YOU"RE PREGNANT!! YOU HAVE TO LEAD UP TO THIS KIND OF THING!!


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    Azran POV


    I quickly teleport to the house and rush inside. This is strange, I am actually feeling nervous, this isn''t like me. I''m not supposed to feel fear, but I am shaking in my boots, or whatever these things are.


    Navaris and Sirenia are lying down on two large beds that are placed parallel to each other, while being attended by several Dark Elves and Demons, who were acting as nurses or doctors.


    I quickly glance around. Hmm. Nothing seems to be wrong, they are just lying there and talking to each other. I thought they were giving birth........Don''t tell me I missed it! I got here instantly. Did Hasan wait till they were already done before contacting me?


    If he did then I''m going to rip the f*cking b*stard''s arms off and shove them up his *sshole. And that''s before I give him to Minerva.


    "Just relax. Nothing''s happened yet, our water''s just broke."


    Huh? Something broke?! SH***********T!!! I have to fix it. I start forward gathering mana in my hands, before a blast of power hits me, throwing me backwards through the door.


    "D*mn it, Azran! Calm down. If you''re going to be a nuisance then leave."


    Navaris shouted as she tried to sit up in the bed.


    "If you do something stupid again, I''ll do more than just throw you through a wall."


    "Really? You would toss your own husband out of the house?"


    "Hey. THIS IS MY BODY THAT IS GIVING BIRTH! IF I WANT QUIET, THEN I''M GOING TO GET F*CKING QUIET! IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, THEN YOU TRY GIVING BIRTH!!"


    Okay. So a p*ssed off Navaris is not good. Yep. I think everyone can agree on that one.


    "HAHAHA. You are so screwed Azran."


    "F*ck off Markal. If you''re going to laugh then why don''t you try and get Minerva pregnant, and see where that gets you."


    I turned and watched Markal, Minerva, George, Marie, Lana, Akane, and my parents come into the room. Lana looks kind of p*ssed at Markal, even though technically he is her God.


    Great. Now I have to deal with three p*ssed off wives, and a bunch of demons who are trying to bow to their God.


    "Markal, if you''re going to cause trouble, then you can sit your f*cking *ss down outside and stay out of the way."


    "Behave dear. This is their house after all. You''re just here so you can experience what will happen when I give birth."


    "........W-W-What did you just say????" Markal stuttered as his face paled.


    "Oh? I didn''t tell you? I''m pregnant." Minerva calmly answered him before turning and walking towards the beds. I glanced at Markal and watched his face contort in various expressions. Poor guy. I remember when it happened to me too. Can''t women lead up to this kind of sh*t?


    I walked over and patted Markal on the shoulder.


    "Don''t worry man. The shock will wear off soon. The world isn''t ending, and soon you will be standing where I am now, worrying your *ss off. But it''s worth it."


    Markal looks at me, and I watch as he calms down. "Thanks Azran. I swear I just had a heart attack."


    "I know. I felt the exact same way."


    I look over to see everyone staring at me. What? Is it so strange to comfort the devil? We''re like best friends so what''s wrong with helping him out of a horrible situation.


    Hmm. For some reason, my parents look a little freaked that I''m comforting the worst evil in existence. . . . . .I kind of get it, but really Markal is just a friend. Who cares if he''s the Devil. If you''ve got a problem with that then F*CK YOU!


    Anyway. I suppose I should just ignore poor old Markal, and concentrate on not freaking out. Yep. That is a good plan.


    Ugh. This is so frustrating. I can''t just stand here and do..........WHAT THE F*CK IS THAT!


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    I hurled a God-Class barrier around the house, right before an enormous amount of magic power slammed into it.


    I dropped to my knees coughing blood. F*CK! That was a sh*tload of power, who the hell has that much....Oh, F*ck. These are the greater Gods aren''t they. G*DD*MNIT!


    I slowly got up. Well, I don''t care who the F*CK they are. You don''t mess with my wives birth. YOU JUST F*CKING DON''T! I will rip their f*cking hearts out. It is never a good idea to p*ss off a God-Eater. But they just went and p*ssed off a God-Eater, almost harmed the wife of the Devil, and almost hurt the family and nephew\nieces of a Magic King. . . .Just how F*CKING stupid are they.


    "Hey, Markal, George. Do you guys mind if we go and take care of the Gods that just attempted to kill our wives and families."


    "LET ME AT THE F*CKING B*STARDS WHO DARED TO ATTACK MY GODDESS, AND MY KID!!!"


    Hmm. It seems Markal is pretty p*ssed. I suppose that is a good thing.


    "Where the F*CKING HELL are the *ssholes who dared try and hurt my family. They think they know pain. . .I''ll show them nerve clusters that they didn''t even know existed."


    Yep. George is pretty p*ssed too. Hmm. But I''m not p*ssed.......I''M F*CKING FURIOUS. Now, let''s go see what they have to say for themselves.


    "Minerva, Marie, Dufus, Lana, and Akane...Protect this place while we''re gone okay?"


    "Sure."


    "Of course."


    "Not a problem."


    "Don''t die or anything."


    "We are having sex in the torture room as soon as you get back."


    Yeah, well you don''t have to wonder who said that last one. Now to deal with the F*cking Gods.


    We walked out of the barrier and looked up to see all the seven greater Gods lined up, with Salar, the King of Gods, and Zaradis, the six-armed god of warriors in front.(Pics in chapter 11.)


    "Oh. A pity, that should have annihilated them all at once."


    Salar spoke up while looking down at us disdainfully.


    "Why? What the F*CK did I do to you?"


    I growled these words while cracking my knuckles.


    "Why? Because your children are abominations of course. They are filthy pieces of sh*t that do not deserve to exist."


    And that was about when I lost my Temper.


    "My children are an abomination? You''re an abomination! And you''ve been an abomination ever since your mother decided to f*ck a toad! You were nothing but a mistake and even now you''re nothing but a pathetic loser who is trying to prove that he is worth something, even though he''s not worth anything."


    "......W-W-WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT MY MOTHER!!!!"


    "Who cares. It was true. And now listen closely because this is what I''m about to do to you...............I WILL RIP OFF YOUR D*CKS AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR *SSHOLES!! I WILL GOUGE OUT YOUR EYES AND P*SS IN YOUR SKULLS!!!! THEN I WILL TAKE ANYTHING THAT IS STILL BREATHING AND GIVE IT TO THE DEVIL TO RAPE!! YOU WILL REGRET THE DAY YOU DECIDED TO HARM MY FAMILY!!"


    "Damn, Azran. You''re really p*ssed. I completely agree. HEY, stupid Gods! What he just said."


    "Why the F*ck do I have to rape them. You rape them."


    "Are you crazy? Navaris would f*cking kill me. You''re a demon...Aren''t you supposed to rape things? Wait...WHY THE F*CKING HELL AM I TALKING TO YOU. WE HAVE A BUNCH OF GODS TO KILL."


    With that I teleported in front of Salar and punched him in the face. Ooooh Yeah. That felt really good.


    Now all I had to do was kill a buch of Gods. Yeah, I''m definitely p*ssed. And Now time to start the Killing.


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 Chapter 21 - An Ominous Prophecy

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Azran POV


    I unleashed a flurry of low level spells to distract Salar, before jumping bacwards and unleashing a petrification spell, that turned him to stone. It wasn''t nearly enough to hold a God, but it bought me enough time to turn and unleash several fire and water spells at Zaradis, engulfing him in a cloud of boiling steam....If it''s even possible for steam to boil.


    Damn. This was even harder than I had thought. I dodged the fire attack of another God as I jumped backwards. Why the Hell am I the only one fighting three different Gods at the same time! Markal and George are both fighting two, but why do I have to fight three, it''s just not fair.


    Great. Now I''m acting like some sulking kid. Ugh. It seems that this third God is an oracle God. Great. How are you supposed to kill a God who knows where you will attack before you do.


    Damn. This is obnoxious. I teleport backwards and grab Salar, pushing him into the path of Zaradis''s attack.


    Ha. Take that you b*stard. I teleport in front of Zaradis and stick my fingers into his eyes, before dodging another attack.


    "Stay still. Damn it. How am I supposed to p*ss in your skull, if you keep attacking me?! How am I supposed to kill you if you keep attacking me, huh! Do you really want Markal to rape you that Badly!!! Just go over there and ask! I''m sure he''ll be happy to oblige."


    "F*ck You Azran!!! Stop voluntering me for crazy crap like this!!! Besides....I STILL DON''T KNOW WHY YOU KNOW WHAT MINERVA LOOKS LIKE NAKED!!! IF I''M GOING TO RAPE ANYONE IT''S GOING TO BE YOU!!!"


    "Ch. Well someone''s got a stick shoved pretty far up his *ss. Just forget about that harmeless little incident......And if you don''t, I''m going to get someone to paint a picture of Minerva naked, and hang it on my bedroom wall!! Who Knows. Maybe I''ll make some extra money, and sell copies of it online in my world. The Devil''s wife nude........Do you have any idea how much top ranked magicians would pay for a painting like that? For the ability to try and blackmail the Devil?  I''d make millions in only a few hours!"


    "AZRAN YOU SON-OF-A-B*TCH!!"


    I laughed as Markal turned towards me, only to get hit in the head by one of the God''s he was fighting. Sucks for you Markal. You will never find out how I know what your wife looks like naked....Hehehehe. I laughed somewhat creepily as I avoided a bunch of high-level attacks by the other three gods. Hmm. It seems Markal is p*ssed now. I watched as he tore into the gods with a vengeance. It was pretty much just a blur of flesh and gore.


    Well, I suppose I shouldn''t get left behind. Now it''s my turn.


    I grab Zaradis''s arm and rip it off, before flinging it at Salar and unleashing a lighting spell that fried everyting within 300 feet. Finally, I can actually catch my breath.


    I quickly glance over at the George and Markal. Hmm. It seems that they are holding their own. Well of course they are. I am the one fighting the King of Gods and his right hand man, along with some j*ck*ss that I''ve never heard of. They''re just fighting two of the lower ranked Greater Gods. Come to think of it, how is George doing that? Isn''t he just a Magic King?


    Whatever. I can figure that out later. For now I need to concentrate on fighting these three. Hmm. Now let''s see. A Black Hole worked last time. Now all I have to do is make sure that I get Salar stuck in it. I should be able to take care of the others after that. Now all I have to do is create an opening.


    I teleport forward ripping Zaradis''s spine out of his back, before flinging him into that stupid oracle  god. Perfect. I spin and wait for just a moment until Salar is right in front of me, his sword swinging for my neck.


    Sorry buddy. Not today. Maybe on Sunday after tea, hmm....or not. I unleash the black hole spell, dragging his sword off course.


    DAAAAAAMMMMMMNNNNN! That f*cking hurt! I let loose a long string of curses, as his sword slices the middle of my chest wide open, before disappearing into the black hole.


    I should have activated that spell sooner. Oh, well nothing I can do about it now. Maybe I should cook his soul before eating it. Will he be able to feel it, as I slowly turn him into lunch? Hmm. Fried God on a stick. I must admit that sounds rather good when you think about it.


    Hmm. That actually sounds really appetizing. I bet no one''s ever tried cooking a God''s soul before. It seems that Salar is smarter than that other God I ate.......What was his name again? I don''t know. (Seriously, I forgot his name.....Maybe I should re-read all of my stories)


    Anyway, at least he''s not going to punch the black hole or something. I mean I almost felt sorry for the guy, he was so stupid he tried to punch a black hole. What was he trying to accomplish? I mean, a black hole can swallow entire universes, so why would you try to punch it?


    Maybe it''s  some sort of common sense thing. Since I''m insane I don''t get it, but maybe for sane people it is just a natural reaction? Eh. Who cares.


    The thing about all these "powerful" Gods, is that they are only powerful in one specific area. Salar is the King of Gods, so he is very good at running an empire of Gods, but his actual combat experience is rather low. I mean how many things are there that can kill a God. Honestly, taking out Zaradis, will be harder.


    Hmm. Salar is still struggling, and the skin has peeled off my back like twenty times. I can''t keep taking all these attacks from Zaradis and that oracle God, I''m taking too much damage. Time to finish this.


    I unleash a burst of mana behind Salar, and let the black hole suck it in. But since it was behind Salar, the blast pushed him into the black hole first. I had just enough time to rip out his soul before he was completely sucked inside.


    I solidified his soul into a crystal form and grabbed it in my hand before teleporting away and casting several consecutive healing spells. Ugh. Finally. That was actually kind of close. If I had taken any more of their attacks, my body would have broken apart.


    Oops. I dropped about ten feet to avoid a bunch of rather lethal attacks from the infuriated Zaradis. Damn. That guy must have some berserker mode. His spells are twice as strong now. Ugh, and that damn Oracle God, keeps dodging all my attacks. I suppose I should get rid of Zaradis first. I teleport backwards to avoid Zaradis, before sending a bunch of elemental spells at the Oracle God, forcing him away, and giving me room to kill Zaradis.


    Hmm. I suppose I should find a way to kill him without using a black hole. Maybe a mana drain will weaken him enough so that he won''t be able to regenerate, and then I can cut off his head, and rip out his spine, and then crystallize his soul. Yeah, that should do it. But first I need to get some space from this Oracle God. I release an atom bomb spell,causing the Oracle God to rush backwards, but I take the part that heads towards me and redirect it towards Zaradis.


    That should buy me a couple of seconds. I teleported behind Zaradis, as he tried to deflect the heat from the blast, and shoved my hand into his back, and setting up a connection to his mana pool. There we go, now to drain it, and destroy him.


    I take a deep breath and concentrate, before ripping out the majority of his mana pool, and absorbing it, making regeneration impossible. I shoved my hand all the way through his chest, before whipping my other arm around and forcing it through his neck, effectively removing his head. After that it only took another second to rip out his soul, before burning his body to ash.


    Ah. I can not tell you how good that felt. Trust me, there is nothing like ripping off a God''s head and stealing his soul. It is like a major confidence boost. Oh, well. Now to deal with that Oracle God and his obnoxious ability of precognition. I turn towards him only to see him raise his hands and say


    "I surrender."


    ....................Huh. Did he just say I surrender? I didn''t think any of the would surrender. Whatever. I''ll just extract whatever information I can then kill him. Why should I offer him any mercy? He attacked my family and............SH*****T! I completely forgot! Navaris and Sirenia are giving birth right now. I should totally be there.


    I quickly set up an elaborate binding spell, which the Oracle God just stood still and allowed to bind him. Huh, I guess he was serious about surrendering. Now to help George and Markal deal with......Oh. It looks like they don''t need any help.


    Markal is currenty holding the still living heads of the other four Gods, while George is burning away their bodies as fast as they regenerate. I suppose that is just as effective. I teleport in front of them with the bound Oracle God in tow.


    "Looks like you guys are done too."


    "Yep."


    "Hey, Azran. If you make paintings of my naked wife, then I am going to spread videos of you and your wives having sex, all over the internet. So......STAY THE F*CK AWAY FROM MY WIFE!!!!!!!!"


    "How the Hell do you have videos of us having sex?!"


    "I obviously recorded them on enchanted crystals when I was watching you from my private room in Hell."


    I glanced at Markal in disgust.


    "Pervert.....Voyeur.....F*CKING ASSHOLE!!! HOW DARE YOU SPY ON US!!"


    "WHAT DO YOU MEAN HOW DARE I SPY ON YOU. YOU SAW MY WIFE NAKED, SO THAT EVENS THINGS OUT."


    "ARE YOU KIDDING?! SEEING SOMEONE NAKED AND WATCHING THEM HAVE SEX ARE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS!!"


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    "Hey, Numbskulls. Don''t you think we have more important things to be doing than arguing about who is the bigger pervert?"


    "Who''s a Pervert?! Markal''s the Pervert!"


    "Are You Kidding! You started it!"


    "Oh, yeah! Well....."


    "SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!"


    "Fine George. We''ll settle this later Markal. My kids are more important."


    I turned and ripped the souls out of the other Gods solidifying them into four different crystals in my hands. It was pretty easy since at that poing they were just talking heads. Hmm. Maybe I should shave some of these into powder and mix them with the milk for the babies. I mean if Gods are going to hate my family anyway, then I might as well make them strong enough to win. Although Salar and Zaradis''s souls are mine. They were obnoxious so I should be able to devour them myself.


    And with that I teleport back to my house, followed by George and Markal.


    "I''m Home. Guess who just killed all of the Greater Gods! Well except for this Oracle guy who surrendered."


    "Oh, Azran. What took you so long? Cthulu and Lucy were born like half an hour ago."


    I looked at Navaris for a long moment before dropping to my knees and howling to the sky.


    ".........WHY MEEEEEEEE?! WHY DO I ALWAYS MISS THE IMPORTANT PARTS IN LIFE?! I DIDN''T EVEN GET TO HAVE A SAY IN THEIR NAMES!"


    "Well that''s your fault for not taking care of the Greater Gods earlier. Besides, did you actually think I was going to let you name our kid? You named your soldier\bodyguard guy Dufus. What kind of a name is that?"


    I guess Navaris is still being influenced by this hormone sh*t. Otherwise she would never be this grumpy and antagonistic. Well I suppose I should greet my kids. I tossed Oracle guy into a corner of the room and walked over to the beds, where Sirenia and Navaris are holding them.


    AWW. They''re so cute. I can just imagine getting to teach them the best ways to kill and dismember someone. YES! I can''t wait!


    Hmm. So I have a cute daughter and a handsome son now. Lucy looks like a younger version of Angeline, Sirenia''s younger sister. She has the same pointy ears, and dark gray skin of a Dark Elf, but she has bright red eyes, similar to my demon form, and her nails are black and rather long, almost like claws. She really is just the cutest thing. I lean forward to look at her face, and wince when her nails slam into my eye. So cute, she actually thinks she can hurt me. It looks like she inherited her mother''s gift for swordsmanship, judging by her internal mana flow. Her mana pool isn''t anything super special, but a little bit of powdered God soul with her milk should fix that in no time.


    I heal my eye with a simple spell and give Sirenia a kiss on the forehead before whispering.


    "Lucy is beautiful. You picked a great name, for a great daughter."


    Sirenia blushed and looked adoringly at Lucy. Yep. She really is one cute kid. Now to go look at Cthulu. I turn and take a quick step over to Navaris''s bed, before bending down to look at my son. Hmm. He seems to have inherited equal parts from both me and Navaris. His mana pool is enormous. It is almost as big as mine was when I was a Magic King. But whatever, he is pretty cute too. His skin is white, just like mine usually is, but the whites of his eyes are black, and iris of his eyes are a dazzling red, just like Lucy''s. He also has the black nails, but instead of pointed ears, he has two small stubs on top of his head. I guess they will grow into a set of horns as he grows up. He also seems to have recieved Navaris''s ability to shapeshift, as his arm turns into a tentacle and wraps around my throat, trying to strangle me.


    WHY ARE BOTH MY KIDS TRYING TO KILL ME?! Really, it is just not fair. Hmm. I supose I can just accept that they sense my power and are trying to take if for their own. I guess they take after me in that aspect. Hmm. Cthulu''s arm went back to normal. I guess, some of the powdered God soul will also help enlarge his mana pool as well as possibly allowing him to access more of Navaris''s unique forms, and talents.


    I lean forward and kiss Navaris on the forehead.


    "Cthulu is just as handsome, as Lucy is beautiful. And I suppose that Cthulu is a fitting name....After all you chose it."


    "Of course it is fitting. I am glad you are pleased."


    I watched as Navaris gazed at Cthulu. This must be a strange experience for her, who thought that she would never be able to talk to a person, let alone marry and have a child. Well, I am sure she will get used to it.


    "HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"


    I spun flinging up several multi-layered barriers around my famiy, to block any incoming magic, or physical ttacks. I looked at the Oracle God who was laughing insanely. Was this a trap? Did he only pretend to surrender in order to get close to us?


    "I have waited for this moment for a long time. I always knew that you would destroy us, and no matter what we did, you would win......But I have waited for this moment to come for a long time. I just wanted to see the despair on your faces, when I told you. This is just my little way of paying you back for my upcoming death."


    "What are you talking about?" I snapped out, as I prepared several offensive spells that would leave nothing but bloody little pieces of him scattered throughot the universe. I had a serious problem with people threatening my family, and I would use an atom bomb to crush an ant, just to make sure it was dead.


    "I will tell you your future. Hmm. Will you kill me before I tell you? After all, if I tell it to you, then you will be able to try and avert it won''t you."


    Hmm. I suppose that is true. And with the barriers I have set up, not even Salar at full power would be able to get anything through.


    "Very Well. You have two minutes. After that you will die. I don''t care what you say."


    "I suppose that shall do. Then Listen TO ME! Cthulu will grow up into a quiet person who is full of dangerous power, and will kill people from the shadows. He will hate being the center of attention, and will always seek to keep to himself."


    Hmm. That is a little odd, but I don''t see why that would make me despair.


    "However; He will fall in love and marry a single woman. Although he will eventually take after his disgusting father and have several mistresses that have been approved by his wife."


    Hmm. That sounds like me and Navaris. But what is wrong with that. I mean I''m pretty happy, so why should I care.


    "Unfortunately for you, he will fall in love with a Demon Woman. One who is as insane and bloodthirsty and as f*cked up as you are. Azran the God-Eater."


    Oookay. That is a little worrying. Since If I wasn''t so awesome, my personality would suck. Hmm. Perhaps when Cthulu introduces her to me, I should give her a warning about the way she acts around him. Something like say.....Flaying her alive, or maybe removal of her intestines, or maybe I should just brainwash her so that she is totally devoted to Cthulu. Yes I think I''ll do that.


    "Is that all you have to say, Oracle God? Because I''m really not feeling the despair. Any....How do you say.......Mistakes.....Our son makes, can be easily fixed. All I have to do is brainwash or kill them. Cthulu doesn''t even have to know."


    "Perhaps. But your daughter will not have such an easy fate. She will grow up with the daughter of Markal and Minerva. They will be best friends, and will enjoy slaughtering together. She will be a strong woman who bows to no man. She will be the greatest swordswoman this world has ever known."


    Well, that actually sounds pretty good. So my daughter will be an incredible swordswoman who will be known throughout the world. As far as I''m concerned. That is good news.


    "But when her best friend, falls in love with a being of darkness, she will also find the love of her life. She will fall in love with HIM, and then you shall know true despair. For HE is a being of incomprehensible power. HE is the most fearsome being in the universe and........HIS name is Cyril Percy Williams Jr. III!!" (I always knew that this guy was up to no good. He is truly terrifying.)


    Huh. That name sounds vaguely familiar. Where have I heard it before. Huh. Why are both Minerva and Markal pale and shaking? Before I could say anything, Minerva spoke up.


    "Are you talking about HIM? The Immortal? The Unbreakable? The God-Breaker? The Ultimate Masochist? The Cyril who is immune to both physical and mental pain? The one who nearly broke Markal when he tried to break him? The Cyril who wears away at your mind and makes the worst punishments seem like pleasure?! THAT Cyril Percy Williams Jr. III?!?!?!?!"


    "Nope. Different one."


    ".................."


    "........OF COURSE THAT CYRIL PERCY WILLIAMS JR. III !!!! What other one is there! This is why I waited and allowed everyone else to be killed. I just needed to see that despair and pity on your face when you looked at Azran! This makes it all worthwhile!This.......Gurgle"


    I slit the Oracle''s throat before ripping out his soul and incinerating his body. I tossed the soul crystal in with Salar, and Zaradis''s crystals, for my personal consumption. I turned to Markal and Minerva, who were both looking at me with pity.


    "All right. You guys have exactly two minutes to tell me who this Cyril Percy Williams Jr. III person is, and where I can find him. After you tell me, I will go and take care of this problem before it even begins.......Start Talking NOW!"


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 Chapter 22 - Tastes Like Chicken

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Azran POV


    I looked around as I entered the void. I can''t believe Markal and Minerva thought that Cyril, that pathetic wannabe king, was a serious threat. I mean I sent the guy  and his entire army to Hell.


    I had totally forgot about him. He never actually posed a serious threat and as far as I know has absolutely no power. I wonder what that Oracle sh*thead was thinking. I mean even if absolutely everything he said comes true, I don''t see why I would fall into despair. I mean I might be a bit p*ssed off that Lucy is married to a total loser, but that is her decision. And I would actually support Cthulu if he decided to marry some Demon b*tch.


    Hey, I married a celestial being\God-Eater, a sword-woman Dark ELf, and a female Demon King with a penchant for torture. There was also that Beastgirl, but she has sex with Navaris more than with me........I should really get around to breaking her mind some time. Hmm. Maybe after I find and kill this Cyril character. Anyway, I''m pretty happy, so all I have to make sure of is that they are too.


    Hmm. That''s weird. Markal said that they had thrown Cyril into the void, but I can''t seem to sense him. Is he really strong enough to cloak his presence from me?


    No, No. That is totally impossible. That Cyril guy is totally weak. Hmm. But he is in the Void, and the only person who can completely control the Void is.........Navaris. Ugh. You have got to be kidding me.


    ''Navaris, You wouldn''t have happened to hide Cyril from me would you? Because I can''t find him in the Void.''


    ''Oh, was that who that strange soul was. Sorry about that, but you won''t find him there.''


    ''Ooookay, so where is he?''


    ''I don''t know. I didn''t like him floating around in my former home, so I just reincarnated him. Sorry, but there is nothing I can do. So, I guess that we''ll just have to screen every boy who tries to date Sirenia''s daughter.''


    Hmm. Well, I suppose I could just kill everyone who asks Lucy out. I''m sure that that will solve the problem. Yep, that is the answer to all of my problems. Just kill all potential boyfriends. Works for me. My problems as a father are now over.


    ''Allright, well nothing we can do about it now. I''ll be home soon. I just have to stop and have some deep fat fried God Soul on the way back.''


    ''Huh, Deep fat fried God Soul? What''s that?''


    ''Hmm. Well it''s kind of like KFC but with a God''s soul instead of chicken. I haven''t tried it yet, but it should turn out nice. I mean, everything tastes good when it''s deep fat fried, even butter.''


    ''Whatever. Come home soon, I want you to add a little of that powdered God Soul to the milk for the kids.''


    ''Sure, just give me about half-an-hour.''


    Huh. I didn''t think she would accept giving the powdered God Soul to the kids so quickly. Whatever. I teleported back to the room where I was conducting the experiment. A pot of boiling cooking oil was hanging over a fire.


    I quickly rolled all three God Souls in the flour\breading mixture, before dropping them into wire basket and lowering them into the boiling oil for about 5 minutes. I always wanted to try Fried God Soul.......Okay, I had never even thought of it before but it was still interesting.


    I lifted the basket out of the oil and dropped it on the table, splattering scalding grease everywhere.  I pulled the crystals out, and bit into one.


    Although it was a crystal, for some reason it was soft. Hmm........Tastes like chicken. Seriously, it tastes exactly like chicken. WHY THE F*CK DOES EVERYTHING TASTE LIKE CHICKEN!!!


    Whatever. I quickly ate all three crystals in a matter of moments. Yep, they all taste just like f*cking chicken. Hmm. I think I''m forgetting something. Oh, yeah. Didn''t something happen last time I ate a God''s soul?


    Hmm. Oh yeah, didn''t I drop into horrible convulsions and have my body torn apart, and rebuilt. And I just ate three of them..........OH, SH*T!!!


    I teleported back to my house before collapsing on the floor in convulsions. WHY DO I NEVER SEEM TO LEARN ANYTHING!!!!!!! Seriously. No matter how many times something happens to me, I just seem to repeat the same mistakes again and again.


    Lucy POV


    My name is Lucy, and today I am one year old. Today Aunty Lana is teaching me to count. She is using something called a whip, to hit a bunch of naked human girls.


    She tells me that when she swings the whip, a red line appears on the girl''s back, and that makes one. And if she swings it twice, then she makes two red lines, and that means two.


    Then if she hits the next girl three times, then three red lines appear. So 1 + 2 = 3.


    Then she let''s me try. Yaaay! This if fun. I get to make red marks, and still get to tell Mommy, that I learned how to count. I will make little marks on paper, and Mommy will be so pleased.


    But Aunty Lana tells me that we should keep this number learning a secret. I don''t like hiding things from Mommy, but that''s okay. This is even more fun than when I''m with Daddy and he let''s me break stuff.


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    Hmm. the human garbage is making a strange sound, Aunty Lana says it is called screaming. I like screaming. It is so much fun to make them scream.


    HAHAHAHA! Aunty Lana just broke out laughing. She tells me that I am a natural. THIS IS AN AWESOME BIRTHDAY!


    Cthulu POV


    My name is Cthulu and today is my first birthday. Today Mother is teaching me how to use the powers of the void. I quietly listen as she explains and shows me how to use them. I silently copy what she does perfectly.


    I am also watching Lucy, as Aunt Lana teaches her about torture, under the guise of learning how to count. They are hidden in a warehouse, but they can''t hide from me. No one can.


    I can see everything, and anything I want to. Spells, and stone, nothing is able to block my vision. I can see through every obstacle. I have not told anyone about this ability, because it is very useful.


    I can spy on anyone without them knowing about it. I thought I was being smart, but Father knows about my ability. He visited me and told me that it was called endless sight, and if it was trained right, would allow me to see the future.


    When I asked him how he knew that I had that ablity, he laughed before whispering that  he knew everything that was worth knowing. Amazing. Father is a genius.


    He even taught me some things that he called Forbidden Spells. He said something about them being capable of destroying massive areas and that I should only use them as a last resort. He also taught me how to use emotions to power your spells, in contrast to Mother, who uses concentration to achieve her spells.


    I am now able to use both types of spells. Father says that one day I will rival him in power, and that my half-sister and I were going to be the rulers of this world.


    Incredible. Father has already prepared a base for us to rule the world from. I truly do have amazing parents, to be so generous. This is a very good birthday.


    Azran''s Mom and Dad POV(From both their views, sort of.)(I am too lazy to give them actual names.)


    We are very happy these days. We have a set of cute granchildren, and Marie is trying to convince George to get her pregnant since she adores both Cthulu and Lucy.


    We visit them about once a month, by traveling through Hell, to the other world where Azran lives.  Mom was a little worried about the cost of doing that once a month, but Dad worked out a deal with Markal.


    For being the Devil, Markal is rather worried about his wife''s pregnancy. Since Dad has already been present for several births, he provides therapy and counciling for Markal in return for a free pass through Hell at any time.


    Oddly enough, Dad and Markal seem to get along great. I suppose this is that male bonding sh*t men are always talking about. Whatever. Minerva''s not so bad herself.


    Of course she is a sadistic psychopath.....but Hey, nobody''s perfect. She does care about Markal.....In a twisted homicidal manner but still she has made their marriage work despite her husbands many failings.


    You''ve got to admire that about a girl. If she wants it to happen then she makes it work. No two ways about it.


    We always have a great time whenever we visit. While having several wives is definitely different, Azran was always a ''special'' child, so his needs would obviously be different. Anyway. We approve of his wives for the simple fact that they love him. We really are lucky granparents.


    Navaris POV


    I watched Cthulu, my son as he closed his eyes and twisted the powers of the void to his own liking. He is similar to Azran in that he seems to grasp almost any magical concept instantly.


    He may have my powers over the void, but he is a genius in dark magic, just like Azran is. Well, at least he isn''t an insane psychopath like Azran. Not that there is anything wrong with insane psychopaths, I just don''t think that the world would be able to handle another Azran.


    Cthulu is a rather quiet boy. Even for a one-year old. It seems that the Oracle guy was right about what has occurred so far. It is strange though. I do not see why anyone would despair from his prophecy. Perhaps he spent too much time looking at the future and went insane.


    Oh, Well. He is gone now and our lives are relatively peaceful. If you count having an insanely overpowered, son and step-daughter as being peaceful. And let''s not forget, about being visited by an overprotective Devil who is having therapy sessions to deal with his wife''s pregnancy and upcoming birth.


    Our lives are really never dull are they. Well, I wouldn''t have it any other way. I spent an eternity alone, and hated and feared by all. I will never return to that time again. I have a good husband, a strong son, and several.......Hmm. I really don''t know how to classify the other girls. Maybe as Mistresses? Whatever. The point is I am happy here. And if some f*cking moron tries to take any of this away. Let''s just say that no one has ever seen me truly angry......And lived to tell about it.


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    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    Hmm. This was definitely going to be fun. Today was Lucy and Cthulu''s first birthday and for their present we were going to go to Hell and get their guardian pets and bloodbound demon slaves.


    Honestly I used to have a thing against slavery, and wouldn''t  practice or permit it but for some reason that reluctance disappeared a while ago.


    They say that power corrupts and they are definitely correct. By the time I had reached god level, pretty much all my inhibitions had dropped away.


    Of course I still did''t see the point in rape, it was much simpler to break their minds and do without the struggling. Also I wasn''t a pedophile so I didn''t approve of abusing children, although that was mostly because I had kids of my own.


    But I was okay with slavery now, at least when it applied to my enemies. I mean it is more merciful than just holding mass executions right? Or is that just an excuse so that I can aquire sex-slaves? Who Knows.


    Well, Whatever. I had decided to allow both Cthulu and Lucy to pick out their own personal demon beast, and Markal would supply the slaves. I had originally planned on obtaining them at their birth, so that they could be protected from the Gods, but seeing as I killed all the Greater Gods(Okay, fine. Markal and George helped some too.) That was no longer necessary, so I decided to let them chose once they were old enough to understand what they were doing.


    Of course any normal one-year old would be unable to think for itself, but since I had fed my kids powdered God Soul, they had the comprehension of an adult on their first day after birth. That did lead to some.........Interesting, situations, but we were passed that now.


    I sighed as I opened a portal into Hell. I was here with Navaris, Lana, Dufus, Sirenia  and obviously Lucy and Cthulu. I had decided to go today because it was their birthday, but it was also almost time for Minerva to give birth.


    Apparently Demon Gods have a pregnancy that lasts two years, so Markal''s little girl was going to be born soon.


    I was also rather suprised when I found out that Markal was taking therapy and counceling sessions from my father in regards to his soon to be born daughter. I actually thought that if people knew about that side of him, they wouldn''t think of him as completely evil.


    Then maybe they would stop worshipping the Greater Gods of this world.........Or at least they might have, but I killed them all, so I guess that that makes me the new  Greater God?


    Ugh. All of this thinking is making my head hurt. I quickly lead the way through Hell, ignoring the many demons who stared at us. I really wasn''t worried about an attack. I mean with the firepower in our group we could probably take over Hell, although dealing with Markal would be a pain and might end up killing me.


    You really shouldn''t underestimate the Devil, he can be a real pain in the *ss.  Seriously. All he tries to do is F*ck you over. It is sooooo obnoxious.


    I groaned quietly as I led our group into Markal''s castle at the end of the seventh level of Hell. Never deal with the Devil when he is an expecting father. If you thought he was an*sshole before, now he was like a big *sshole, or a mega *sshole, or maybe even a Gigantic *sshole. Perhaps even an eternal *sshole?


    Ah, Who cares. I suppose that I was the same when I was waiting for Lucy and Cthulu to be born. Being a father really does make you an overprotective *sshole.


    Hmm. There he is. I looked over at Markal as he walked forward to greet us. Interesting. He looks rather worn out.


    "Hey, Eternal *sshole! What''s UP?"


    "F*CK YOU! AZRAN!"


    "Ummm....No..............I''d rather do your wife."


    "Just..........SHUT UP."


    Yep. Definitely not in a good mood. Whatever. He still has to honor our agreement.


    Markal led us to large room where there were two demons in chains, and several crystal orbs, each one showing a different Demon Beast.


    "Allright Kids. Now you get to chose one of the cool looking pictures on the orbs, and then Uncle Marky, err, Markal will give you the beast you chose. Incidentally You also get a High-ranking Demon Slave, but Uncle Marky will chose which one you get. So go on and chose."


    I watched as Lucy ran forward and started looking at all the orbs while Cthulu slowly walked forward and headed towards a specific orb before grabbing it and saying


    "I chose this one."


    Hmm. Interesting. Cthulu a strange type of dragon-hybrid, called a Darkwing. It is like the combination ofa dragon and a raptor, since it walks on two legs, as well as being able to fly. It has very thick skin that is nearly impossible to penetrate, and is able to absorb most types of magic, without taking any damage. It is the perfect mount for a master of dark magic.


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    All in all, it is a very good choice. Yep, this just goes to prove that Cthulu is a genius, just like me. Yeah, I am so awesome, that sometimes I amaze myself. In my mind I name it Thing 1, while Lucy''s will be Thing 2.


    Thing 1: http://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=323590</a>


    "Hey, Uncle Marky! I chose this one!"


    I glanced over as Lucy called to Markal, using his new nickname. I swear if anyone knew that the Devil let a little girl call him Uncle Marky, his fearsome reputation would go down the drain in a second.


    Hmm. I guess my daughter has a thing for massive golems type creatures. I thought giant robots were supposed to be a boy thing.........Well, who can resist giant robots? I mean they are like the coolest thing ever. Hmm. Maybe I should build one.


    Ugh, I''m getting off topic. Anyway. Lucy chose a giant sentient golem, made out of rock and earth. It is neary indestructible on land, beause it can continually draw earth and rock from the ground to rebuild broken parts of its body. I mentally name it Thing 2.


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    Now for Markal to give Lucy and Cthulu their bloodbound sex slaves.............Okay, fine. Their bloodbound Higher Demon bodyguards. I suppose that since they are only 1 year old, they shouldn''t be having sex so soon.


    Maybe I should wait until they are two or three..............hundred years old. Yeah. Besides don''t I have to kill all of Lucy''s boyfriends in case they are that reincarnated Cyril freak?


    Hey, Cthulu''s slave looks rather hot.........Maybe I''ll break her mind or something. No one said anything about having secret mistresses........OW! Damn it. I forgot that Navaris can read my mind. Well, I''m not going to complain. I have three beautiful wives(and Akane, the kind-of-wife\mistress\sex toy).


    Anyway. Cthulu''s Bloodbound bodyguard is a female Shade-demon. A Shade-demon is a demon made out of ash, volcanic rock and lava. They are rather rare, and judging from her appearence and power levels, she probably used to be Demon Lord\Demon Queen.


    Lucy''s Bloodbound bodyguard is a tall male Tiger Demon. He is probably around 13 feet tall and has enormous muscles.......Hmm. If he''s going to be around Lucy, I should probably castrate him....Just to be safe. Anyway, his power levels were also around Demon King level.


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    Ah, well that was a fun trip but it is probably time to get back up to the surface. Markal actually looks tired and worn out. He''s probably just barely hanging onto the edge of sanity.


    I can sympathize with him, I mean I was in the exact same situation last year. Poor guy, he must be going through Hell.


    Just before we were going to leave, a demon teleported in.


    "MY LORD, YOUR WIFE IS GIVING BIRTH!"


    I watched as Markal spun and ripped off the poor fool''s head. Yeah, you definitely don''t just pop up and yell something like that at a guy. It is very bad for your health.


    But still. Come on Markal. Don''t Kill the Messenger. Isn''t that what they say? HUH.


    Markal jumped over to in front of me and grabbed my shoulders.


    "You went through this before, and I helped you kill off a bunch of Greater Gods, so now it is your turn to help me. You''re going to stay and help with the birth."


    HUH?! What are you talking about? I didn''t even get to see my kids birth. I was busy fighting those three obnoxious gods........But, I definitely don''t want to refuse him because............Well because I don''t want to end up like the messenger over there.


    "Yes! I want to see the birth too Daddy!"


    "Why not."


    "You  do owe Markal."


    "I would like to see the birth too, Father."


    I looked at my traitorous kids, wives, and silent bodyguard and sighed. I know that I''m going to regret this.


    "Allright, Markal. I will do everything I can to assist you in this challenging moment of your existence............In other words just take me there already."


    I gathered my family close before teleporting to Markal''s bedroom.......Ah, this brings back memories. I look at Minerva who is lying on the bed, and Markal, who ran over and grips her hand.


    I wince as Minerva crushes Markal''s hand in her grip. I can literally hear his bones breaking.


    DAMN. I''m starting to think it was a good thing I missed my kids birth. Because that looks really painful.


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    Unfortunately, I had already said that Markal''s kid was going to be a girl, so I was going to blame the gender mix up on faulty magic sonograms, or say that somehow Cyril was altering the image that was being shown, since he was a guy.


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 Chapter 24 - My Son Is A Stalker

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


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    William (Formerly known as Cyril Percy Williams Jr. IIII) POV


    I was born at the beginning of time to destroy the world.........................Damn, I wish I could say something cool like that. I have been floating in this blackness for what feels like an eternity.


    BUT I WILL ENDURE THIS! This is all just a test, Minerva and Markal are just testing my resolve. Hmm. I have to say, lately this blackness has been rather warm. I remember a voice telling me to "Get the Hell out of my house" right before there was a flash of light and everthing became black and warm, instead of black and cold............Not really that much of a difference if you ask me.


    Well, hopefully this will be over soon and I can go back to Markal and Minerva. Really they are true friends.........I suppose I should thank that Azran fellow to. I mean, he was kind enough to introduce me to Markal.......Although for some reason I feel rather p*ssed when I think about him.


    Interesting. I wonder why? Hmm. Oh, well who cares. All I have to do is concentrate on seeing Markal and Minerva again and just ignore this  darkness. I WILL NEVER BREAK! I WILL BE UNITED WITH MARKAL AND MINERVA.


    Yep. I just have to keep repeating that and eventually it will become true. Huh. Is that..........light? Have Markal and Minerva finally decided that I am worthy to stay with them?! YES! MY DREAMS ARE FINALLY COMING TRUE!


    The light is getting closer...........and closer.......almost there........YES! I am in the light!


    MARKAL! MINERVA! YOU''RE HERE! YES! All OF MY HARD WORK HAS PAID OFF! THEY HAVE FINALLY ACCEPTED! THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE!


    I wave and try to shout, but for some reason I can''t reach them and I my voice comes out as a whimpering cry. Huh, that is strange. Why can''t I talk?


    I glanced down and gasped in shock as I noticed my tiny body. I was a baby now.....................................THIS IS AWESOME!


    Minerva and Markal had obviously been impressed by my impressive resilience and will, so they had honoured me by allowing me to become their child. I glanced around and noticed another small baby next to me.


    Hmm. It seems that I am not  alone. Is that a baby girl? Hmm. Perhaps They have reincarnated me so that I may take care of and protect their daughter in secret.


    Yes. That must be it. They must have been impressed with my fortitude. I WILL COMPLETE THIS TASK AND PROTECT THEIR DAUGHTER FOR ALL ETERNITY!


    Although, come to think of it, I guess I am their son now...............THIS IS SO FREAKING AWESOME! IT''S LIKE HEAVEN, WITH LOTS OF COTTON CANDY AND RAINBOWS AND THOSE LITTLE PINK FREAKINGHORSES!


    Don''t worry Markal. I will protect your daughter! NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO STOP ME! I WILL LOVE YOU FOR ALL ETERNITY!


    Markal POV


    This is odd. I thought for sure that we were having only one child. All of the magical tests and pictures that we took all only pictured one child. Perhaps he\she has a cloaking ability, and is able to hide from any magical searches?


    Hmm. Anyway. THIS IS THE BEST AND WORST DAY OF MY LIFE! It is the best because I now have two wonderful children and the worst because I am going to need several hundred hours of therapy to deal with the stress.


    I am rather confused by how this whole birthing thing turned out though. I mean, I thought it would be a rather suspenseful affair. But in reality, it wasn''t suspenseful at all.


    I mean, I was so busy trying not to grimace at the pain of having my hand ground to a pulp. Trust me. It is hard to concentrate on anything when your hand is being crushed in a grip that is strong enough to destroy entire freaking mountains.


    Besides, I was so happy to have a little baby girl and another child, but it almost gave me a heart-attack when it came wriggling out. For some reason it scares the crap out of me. It is like a reminder of my worst nightmare. It was a cute little baby, but gave off the feeling of being unspeakably evil and demented...........Yep. Definitely my kid.


    Not to mention the fact that it doesn''t have a gender. Apparently it is one of those rare types of demons that doesn''t recieve a gender until they reach puberty. It is rather odd, but it is still my child. And I will raise it to be one of the most fearsome demons in Hell, along with it''s sister.


    Minerva decided that my daughters name would be Lilith and the other child would be called Will. If it was a girl we could call her Wilma and if it was a boy we would call him William.


    I think that I simply haven''t had enough time to process everything that has happened. I am sure that once I have enough time to actually acknowledge what has occured, my brain will explode and splatter the walls.


    Whatever. I need to focus on raising and protecting my kids now. Although, if someone is actually stupid enough to attack MY CHILDREN..........Hmm. What should I do to them? Oh, I know.


    First I will find and capture them. Then I will tie them to a pole and gather all of the people they care about. Then I will proceed to torture and rip-apart their bodies, before I break all of their minds.


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    Then once their minds are broken, I will slowly carve them up and cook their flesh while they are still living. Then I will force-feed their flesh to the j*ck-*ss who tried to hurt my kids, as his last meal.


    Then when he is gagging and crying at the horror of eating his own family and friends, I will rip off his head and mount it on a pike as a warning to all people, to STAY THE F*CK AWAY FROM MY KIDS!!!!


    Hmm. Perhaps I am being just a tad overprotective............Nah. I''m sure Azran would do something far worse to anyone who tried to hurt his kids. I think he said something about d*ck cutting, eyeball gouging, skull p*ssing, and ball earings. Eh, not really that bad. I mean. He could have threatened to give them to his wife.........or even worse, My wife.


    Damn. If he did that, he really would be one freaking scary guy. Anyway. I suppose there really isn''t anything that I can do about it. I will just have to do my best to be the best father ever.


    Hmm. I believe I am feeling the thing known as fatherhood...............I really need to schedule some hours with Azran''s dad. Now I''m almost thinking like a human.


    ''Shudder''. That is almost worse than the thought that Cyril could one day be related to me..................OH MY G*D! DO NOT EVEN CONSIDER SOMETHING LIKE THAT. THAT IS LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF MY WORST NIGHTMARES.


    NO. STRIKE THAT. NOT EVEN MY NIGHTMARES GOT THAT BAD! I MEAN, THAT WOULD BE LIKE.......HELL. Damn. I really need to find something that is worse than Hell, because that analogy just doesn''t fit.


    Cthulu POV


    That little girl was cute. It was like she reached out and grabbed my heart strings. Hmm. I wonder if this is what they call fate?


    I decided to re-name endless sight because honestly that name sucked. I called my ability Eyes of God, because that sounded way cooler. Anyway. When I used Eyes of God to try and see the future, I saw me and that cute little girl kissing when we were in our teens.


    Yep. If my eyes saw it and my heart confirmed it, then it will definitely happen. Now I just have to get her to fall in love with me. Hmm. Perhaps I should ask father for love advice.


    He is happily married to several women. So he obviously must be good with the ladies, right? Yes. That is the logical conclusion.


    I sigh, and roll off of my bed, since I can''t get to sleep. I use Eyes of God to make sure that no one is spying on me before opening an inter-dimensional portal into my private room in the void.


    Ah, this is so relaxing. I am in a small room that is covered in sketches, models, and paintings. And every single one of them is of her. Some of them are of how she looks now and some are of how she looks in the future, some are even of the both of us together. The entire room is dedicated to her and her beauty.(Stalker........And he is still only one year old..........Damn.)


    Do not worry sweetie. I will get you to fall in love with me soon enough. I will study your every move so that I can truly understand you, and so that I can bask in your glorious presence. Hehehehe.


    I love you honey. Yes, I truly love you...............Lilith.


    Azran POV


    Well, Damn. I guess Cthulu really takes after Navaris in that stalker aspect. Well, there is nothing really bad about a stalker, as long as the target doesn''t fall in love with someone else.


    He thinks that he can hide his little room from me, but he still has a long way to go. He is definitely strong but I am way stronger. All it takes is a simple dimensional shift spell, to be able to observe from a different dimmension, enabling me to evade his Eyes of God.......I guess it sounds cool enough.


    Anyway, I guess this is what that freaking oracle meant by falling in love with a crazy demon girl. Anyone who is Markal''s kid is definitely going to be crazy by the time they are grown up.


    Oh, well. I suppose that as long as he is happy, I shouldn''t care. And now I can put all of my concentration into finding this Cyril character. At first I thought that it would be a horrible coincidence if Cyril turned out to be Markal''s son, but it turns out that the other kid is some sort of gender-nuetral demon, at least until puberty.


    Some people would consider that rather suspicious, but to me if it doesn''t have a d*ck, then it''s not a guy. So I''m safe on that count. Even if Cyril turned out to be Markal''s kid, there was no way I would be able to kill him. Trust me you do not want to p*ss off the Devil. It is very bad for your health.


    Besides, there is like a one-in-100-trillion chances that he got turned into Markal''s kid. It is highly unlikely. Whatever. I trust my instincts and my instincts say that I do not have anything to fear from Will. So on to more important matters.


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    Cross POV


    It all started 10,000 years ago. I was young back then, only a few centuries old. I had a wife and young child.


    But they were killed. Murdered because of some F*cking rules made up by the Council.


    I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Cross, a vampire. Although since I am over 10,000 years old, I would be categorized as an Ancient Master Vampire. I know it sounds rather cliche and long winded but that is what they call it.


    I was born at around 9,000 B.C. I was a rather curious human male and ended up encountering a strong vampire in the midst of my explorations. He turned me and helped me adjust to my new life.


    I married a young human girl and had a child with her. I was a vampire and she was a human, such a thing was considered taboo but I did it anyway.


    It was a foolish move, but as I said, back then I was young and trusting. I had never experienced true pain and loss. Normally Vampires are not able to have children, but there are certain dark spells that can enable birth, and I was always adept at dark magic.


    The Council, was made up of seven Master Vampires who created the laws and ruled over our people. For some reason they feared and hated half-breeds, and ordered my wife and daughter killed.


    They held me still and made me watch as they decapitated my wife and child, before forcing me to the ground while they beat and shredded their corpses beyond recognition. Then one of the Council Members came over to me and said that if I was sorry for my sin they would accept me back and give me a position as one of the Council''s subordinates.


    He said it was a great honor, all while standing on the corpses of the two people I loved the most.....................I lost it, and awakened my first ability.


    When a person beomes a vampire they are able to unlock an ability. It is random and no one can predict what their ability will be. Some people get control of an element, or the ability to teleport or stuff like that. But I got a different ability. I named it the Devourer because that was what it was.


    Anytime I drank someone to death, by sucking out all of their blood, I gained their knowledge and abilities. It was a very useful ability, and it enabled me to gain power fast. Most vampires continue to gain abilities as they age, but since my ability was unique and enabled me to absorb abilities, I did not.


    The first Council member died quickly as I sucked him dry, I was filled with rage and bloodlust, and reveled in my newfound power. After that everything was a haze and when I finally regained my senses, the entire Council was dead, along with all of their underlings. I was much, much more powerful than before, but the cost was too great. The only people I had loved were dead.


    I changed that day. I no longer had any real morals. Nor did I trust anyone, or care about the consequenses of my actions. I simply didn''t care about anyone but myself, because I was the only one who should exist. No one else mattered. Not even my lineage, those few vampires that I had personally turned. Even they were now no longer of any consequence.


    I swore one thing. That no one would ever take what was mine from me again, and to accomplish that I had to grow stronger.


    I left soon after I had buried my wife and child. I knew that no one in the world would accept a vampire who had murdered his rulers, so I left. I created a portal to Hell and walked through it. Not many people would even consider going to Hell, but at that point in time, I had a deathwish.


    There is a reason people do not just go to Hell, and that is because Demons are crazy  strong. A Lower demon is the equivalent of a Master Vampire, while a Higher Demon is equivalent to an Ancient Vampire. This is mostly because not only are they immortal, but also because Hell provides a much harsher enviroment to survive in, than Earth.


    Each of the Seven Levels of Hell is twice as harsh as the level before it, making the Seventh Level of Hell, a place where only the strongest Demons can live. And there are very few who can live there permanently, it is mostly filled with enormous Demonic Beasts who destroy everything in their path.


    I could tell you how I attached myself to a young Demon Prince and helped him raise his empire. Or I could tell you my lengthy adventures throughout all of the Seven Hells, but that would take to long, so I''l give you a summary.


    I became like a brother to a young Demon Prince, named Markal, that I encountered soon after I entered Hell and went to war with him. I did not do this out of feelings of loyalty or trust, but because I needed to grow stronger. I wanted to become the strongest person in existence so that no one could ever take anything from me again.


    Anyway. I stayed in Hell for 10,000 years. That is how long it took me to be able to visit the Seventh Level of Hell, since it is so harsh that gigantic demon beasts are the main inhabitants. It the harshest place in Hell and only the strongest Demon Kings and demons can visit it.


    Ironically I found two mistresses\wives in Hell. I lost a wife and child on earth, and found consolation in the arms of demons. Kind of ironic isn''t it? You are supposed to find comfort in the arms of angels, and you are supposed to hate and fear demons since they will try and destroy you.


    However; it didn''t matter to me. Everything I cared about had been destroyed by people claiming to be on the side of justice. I don''t give a f*ck about Good or Evil now. There are only those who support me and those who try and kill me.


    My two mistresses\wives were Lilith and Sharil. Lilith was a Succubus, while Sharil was a Soul Shredder. I wasn''t sure if we were technically married or not, since Demons have fluctuating ideas of marriage, their traditions are always changing, but I really didn''t care. All that mattered was that I was with them and they were with me.


    Lilith was a stunning beauty, with danger hidden beneath her seductive charm. She lived to seduce and murder men, drawing enjoyment from their joy and pain as they died.


    {Lilith Looks Like This: http://art.alphacoders.com/arts/view/52055/Dream-Thief-Art</a>


    Sharil was full of anger and destruction, making no attempt to hide her power. As a Soul Shredder she possessed two forms. Her giant form, and her much smaller form. Her giant form gave her almost unlimited strength and stamina, while her humanoid form gave her the ability to see into one''s soul. This allowed her to use their weaknesses to tear them apart, and break their minds, hence her race''s name Soul Shredder. She was not someone to be f*cked with.


    {Sharil''s Giant form: http://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=177271</a>


    {Sharil''s Humanoid form: http://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=567839</a>


    I found Lilith first on the Fourth Level, making her a Higher Demon, although she had advanced substantially since then. While I ran into Sharil on the Seventh Level, making her a Demonic Emperor, which was the equivalent of an Ancient Master Vampire, like me. She never told me how she came to live in the Seventh Level, but that was her buisness and I didn''t want to pry.


    Although I do not know if I can be called a vampire, after devouring so many demons and taking their abilities. I am most likely some sort of Demonic Vampire now.


    Anyway. Sharil and Lilith both live with me, either in our cavern in the Seventh Level or one of my numerous castles on the Sixth Level. Lilith is now a Sixth Level Demon, making her a Demon King. She is definitely weaker than Sharil, as she is only able to live in the Seventh Level for small amounts of time. Sharil and I can live in the Seventh Level with no ill effects, but Lilith can only live there for a couple of weeks at a time, before her body starts breaking down under the tremendous pressure.


    Markal was a Demon Emperor now and ruled over the Sixth Level of Hell. We had become very close over the last 10,000 years, and I considered him a part of my family, and the brother I never had.


    I trusted him with my life and he trusted me with his. I had sworn never to trust anyone again, but I had made an exception for him. We had risen together from the low ranks of the First Level, to the top of the Sixth.


    The Seventh Level was ruled by the Devil, so there was no chance of us advancing any further. Markal was now the second most infuential Demon in Hell, as he ruled  the Sixth Level and commanded countless legions of Demons. Only the Devil was more important or influential than him.


    I was Markal''s advisor and second in command. I was known as one of the fiercest warlords in Hell and commanded my own personal army of Demons, The Legions of Gluttony.


    It was unheard of for a non-Demon to be given control of an army of Demons, but I was the first. Most of the Demons in Hell respected and feared me for my accomplishments. I took what I wanted when I wanted it, and destroyed anyone who got in my way. Demons respect power and I was really freaking powerful.


    That was the main reason why the Demons gave me their loyalty and became my army. Because my power and ruthlessness overcame the species barrier, and they considered me just as much a Demon as they were.............Well that and the fact that Markal would personally kill anyone who dared to insult me........Well only if I didn''t kill them first.


    A Demon Army is composed of 72 pillars(or generals) each of whom has control of a unit that can vary in size. I hand-picked each of my pillars and they joined me willingly. I would not force someone to join me, because then their loyalty would always be in question. Every single one of them was willing and proud to be part of the Devourer''s army.


    That was what my title was, The Devourer. I was feared and respected along with Markal by any and all demons in the Sixth Level and lower. I had started out searching to get stronger, but somewhere along the way, I had carved out a place for myself among demons.


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    After 10,000 years had passed and I was considered the second strongest Demon in the Sixth Level, after Markal, I decided to return to earth for a while. Markal had recently become interested in aquiring goods from earth  and apparently there was going to be a large peace conference between all of the races, in regards to trade and racial conflicts, and the Demons needed an important person to go and represent them.


    The Legions of Gluttony were depressed, but I assured them that I would return soon. My 72 Pillars presented me with three rings, that they had assembled\created\found, as symbols of their loyalty and thanks for my leadership.


    The first ring allowed me to summon any or all of my 72 pillars, and their units freely and at will. They told me to use it often, even if it was only for something small like making food or killing some small bugs. They also asked me to never take it off or lose it, because if anyone else used it, they would immediately kill the summoner and search for me to demand that I put it back on.


    Hmm. Their loyalty is a bit extreme but I appreciate that. Anyway. The second ring, was tied into a teleportation spell, so that if I recieved a life-threatening wound, I would instantly be teleported to a Healing Hall in one of my castles, which was always manned.


    While the third ring, would allow  me to summon any of the Seventh Level Demonic Beasts we had captured and were breeding, including my personal mount, Darmon.


    Incidentally, Darmon happens to be a Giant Lava Beast, that I tamed in the middle of a volcano, in the Seventh Level of Hell.


    Darmon looks like this: http://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=412895</a>


    (Tell me that does not look freaking awesome.)


    I accepted all three rings, and then said goodbye to my adopted brother Markal, promising to remain in contact, and to do all that I could to  make sure that the Demons recieved good treatment at the conference.


    By the way Markal was a draconian type demon who looked like this: http://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=273106</a>


    I then created a portal to Earth and walked through with Lilith and Sharil, who was in her humanoid form.


    I looked like this: http://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=260843</a>


    I''m back world. Prepare to be F*CKED! I won''t let you take anything from me again.


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    The Great Devourer


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    Cross POV


    I grabbed and drained the first human I found after returning to earth, before incinerating his body, leaving nothing but ashes.


    I had cast an illusion barrier, so that no one would see us, as we adjusted, to this time. Hmm. This is a lot of information. It seems this year is known as 2017, and there are a lot of new things. Well, I should create some clothing and help Lilith and Sharil find a decent appearance.


    For my lengthy seven and a half foot frame, I create a pair of black jeans, leading down to a pair of black tennis shoes, with a black t-shirt, with an elaborate Blood-red cross in the center. What can I say, I look good in dark colors, and I like black and red. Besides all vampires are handsome so I have nothing to worry about.


    Well that is odd. It seems that people today do not believe in any supernatural creatures. Although it seems that they are popular in television and film. I definitely have to find out what this tv thing is, it sounds interesting.


    And What the Hell is with people''s tastes. If I am correct then there is a popular series called Twilight, that is popular with teenagers. It seems the male I killed was a fan. Now just give me a second................


    Why the F*CK does Edward''s chest sparkle?! I mean that must be the most useless vampire ability ever. Totally useless. I mean what does that do for you? I don''t get why people would think of that as a turn on, I mean it looks like he has rocks stuck in his chest, wouldn''t that hurt?


    Ugh. If this is what vampires are like today, I think I''ll just kill myself and leave the shame and humiliation to later generations. If we monsters have really sunk that low, then there is no reason to keep on living.


    Well, before we leave to find out if vampires are now pathetic sissies who make f*cking werewolves look scary. Although, if these memories are correct, the werewolves were also a bunch of p*ssies.


    I mean the only thing that gives me hope is this talk of a Dracula character, and Vlad the Impaler. It seems that no one knows if they are the same person, but they seem like good role models.


    Perhaps there is hope for monsters yet. I mean, staking thousands of people is definitely a good start to being a vampire. We''re not supposed to be sissies who only pretend to be scary, our good looks serve for making our prey less wary.


    We are monsters that delight in blood and death, not wimps, who think a romantic dinner is a good start to seducing someone...........Why the Hell would we want to seduce anyone? If vampires went around seducing people, then why the Hell did I invent rape?..........FINE. I didn''t actually invent it, it was already around by the time I discovered it.


    Whatever, I will personally deal with this Edward person, after we find a place to stay. I swear, he will not last long at all, or maybe I will give him a long and painful death. Now to make some clothes for Lilith and Sharil.


    Let''s see. For Lilith maybe some short cut-off jean shorts, and a cut off tank top, with some tennis shoes. And for Sharil, well she always liked leather, so I''ll make her look like a biker chick. Black leather boots, dark blue jeans and an open black leather jacket, revealing her bikini underneath.


    Yep that''s good. Damn, I love making my wives look sexy. Hmm. It seems they like it. Now I just need to find a way to find the way to the Supernatural Trade Conference. Hmm.


    "Hey Lilith, do you have any contacts around here. Since it''s been ten thousand years I doubt anyone I know is around here. By the way, where are we?"


    "We are in the U.S. and It''s been a couple of centuries, but I do have some old boyfriends around."


    "Good. But if you F*ck one of them, you have to kill him. No exceptions. If you don''t want to then I will, but it won''t be quick or painless. Okay."


    "Sure. but if one of them p*sses me off, I think I''ll give him to you anyway."


    Damn. She really is heartless, don''t let that smoking hot exterior fool you. Sharil is a little more manageable, unless her eyebrows start twitching. That is usually the sign that she''s about to go batsh*t crazy and kill everyone in the room.


    I look around as Lilith talks on a cellphone. Come to think of it, where the hell did she pull that out of. It looks like we''re standing in an alleyway, that is cluttered with broken bottles and litter.  Ugh. Humans are always messy like this.


    Ah. It looks like Lilith is done, and that''s good because I swear Sharil looks like she''s going to go postal, after standing still for nearly five minutes.


    "I know a guy who has a bar and club for supernaturals a couple of blocks from here. And don''t worry he''s mated, so I won''t be f*cking him."


    "Good. Will he be able to secure us a place to stay for now?"


    "Yeah. He''s good at stuff like that."


    "Perfect. I hope he has Demon Brew, because Sharil needs something to take her mind off random slaughter. I don''t want to attract attention by slaughtering people. . . . .At least not yet. So Lead the way."


    Sharil and I follow Lilith as she walks out and hails a vehicle called a cab. Strange. This moving mass of metal is definitely strange. It feels weird, like the world is moving around me, but the car is staying still. And the noise. Ugh. The noise is horrid. I suppose pathetic humans must use sh*t like this to get around though.


    Ah. Here we are. Finally. I''m pretty sure that I don''t like cars, they''re to weird, give me a Demonic Lava Beast any day. At least they try to eat you and are actually sentient...........Although I''m not exactly sure how that is a good thing.


    Lilith sends a mind numbing smile towards the driver, promptly making him forget our bill before stepping out. Hmm. It is a rather popular bar, I can sense vampires, shifters, a few mages, and some demons in there.


    Whatever. I am barely able to contain myself from killing all of these obnoxious people. This is a big difference from Hell, where everyone treats me with respect. Here no one gives a sh*t who I am, and there is nothing I can do about it, since I am supposed to be playing the peaceful ambassador...........Come to think of it, why did Markal ask me to take this assignment?


    The last thing I am is peaceful. I am known for my violence, short-temper, cruelty, leadership skills, lust for women, combat ability, and general lack of any kind of morals. Not really what you look for in a peace ambassador.


    Whatever. I owe Markal many things and would take on virtually any task for him.


    I sigh, as I open the door to the bar. Hopefully, this will end without me burning this entire freaking city to the ground. It is so much easier in Hell, where I just have to kill everyone who doesn''t like me.


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 Chapter 25 - The Horror Of An Angry Wife

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


    Hey guys. Here is the next chapter! But first........


    Just to clarify, the story I posted was just a rough draft of a different fiction I was planning on starting after Azran found a fitting end, probably in another ten or twenty chapters.


    The other story was not in any way related to Azran and was a stand alone story. I noticed that many of you were confused by the same names, so I decided to go back and change them, as well as swapping out the similar pictures.


    The plot is also very different from Azran, since Cross never gets to god-level, and he is not stronger than everyone, there are several people who are just as strong or stronger than he is.


    Sure he''s stronger than most people, but he''s only 10,000 years old, even the youngest dragons are just as old and strong as he is, not to mention the high ranking angels, and other mythical creatures.


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    There are only two ways to fight a large-scale battle in this world, and I was teaching both of them to my kids. The first way is my favorite and I use it very often, you simply rush in headlong and use your massive power to rip, break, shred, disembowel, decapitate, and pulverize the opponents bodies.


    That''s it. You just rush in and start killing people, all there is to it. It is a very simple and easy strategy that only works if you have massive amounts of power. Lucy seems to favor this style while Cthulu favors the other style.


    The other stlyle is much more complex and I only use it when going up against really bad odds. It is a complex and efficient way to fight, by examining the opponents weaknesses and taking advantage of them and using your power with skill and restraint. Cthulu seems to like this style of fighting but I find it boring and not very fun.


    They are two years old now, but they look like six year olds. I guess that rapid growth in both physical and mental areas, is one of the effects of eating powdered God Soul Milk. It is so cute to watch them use thier little powers to slaughter the weak human trash............Come to think of it, I''m starting to sound like Lana, with her hatred of humans.


    Damn. This is not good. If Mom or Dad find out that I taught my kids to look down on humans, then I''m going to be in some serious trouble. And since Dad is now the Devil''s personal councilor\therapist I would not want to be the person who p*sses him off.


    I mean Markal''s messed up enough as it is. What would happen to the fool who annoyed or attacked his therapist, and ended up depriving Markal of his much needed stress relief............Even if Markal didn''t do anything, his wife would be annoyed at Markal''s bad mood and would probably start the Apocalypse or something, just to get him to cheer up.


    Yeah, remind me to never p*ss off Minerva. I may be super-powerful, but there are certain things that power cannot overcome and Minerva and Navaris are two prime examples of that.


    Minerva because of her insane love of torture and completely freaky cruelty, and Navaris because of the fact that she is older than time itself, and still refuses to show me some of her forms because she claims that they would drive even her insane.


    I stopped pressing to see them after that. Not because they might drive me insane. Hell, I was insane anyway. But because Navaris was beginning to become annoyed and no one wants an annoyed wife. Because it doesn''t matter how strong you are they will still tell you what to do.


    And they can afford to do this because if you keep annoying them they will begin to do bad things to you. Trust me, I know. It has happened to me before. For some reason I got into a fight with Navaris half-a-year ago, I can''t even remember what it was about, and I still bear the scars. It was so scary that I swore to never oppose her again and to always give her the final say.


    It started out with small stuff. You know little things like poisoning your food, bleaching your underwear, inviting Markal and Minerva over for dinner, and making you sleep on the couch for a week. Small but effective ways to convey her annoyance.


    I apologized immediately and she accepted, but only after she pulled one whopping manuever that had me praying to all the Gods.................Oh, wait.  I had just killed them about a year ago...............Damn. I really should have left one of them alive. He would have been useful in situations like this.


    After all, I can''t very well pray to myself. Actually that''s not a bad idea. Why don''t I pray to myself? I am the awesomest dude in the universe after all. Hmm. Is awesomest even a word? Who cares, if I want it to be a word then it will be a freaking word.


    Anyway, this horribe prank that Navaris pulled was to take me on a forgiveness date, where I could properly apologize to her for my bad conduct. Ordinarily you would look at that and think, ''Huh. What''s so bad about that?''. Well it wasn''t the fact that we went on a forgiveness date that was horrifying, but the fact that she sent Lucy and Cthulu over to Minerva''s house for a playdate\personality lessons.


    The last thing I want is for my kids to turn out like Minerva, so I absolutely swore to never disagree with her again, and even set up a spell that would zap me everytime I started to disagree with her. Bleached underwear, poison and dinner with the Devil I can deal with,  having my kids learn how they should behave from the Devil''s wife, I can not.


    I shuddered slightly as I remembered. Luckily none of the damage had been permanent and a couple of private lessons on why you shouldn''t rip off guys d*cks solved the problem. Although I worry about Lucy sometimes. She seems to enjoy inflicting pain.


    Apparently Cthulu ignored both Minerva and her talk, although he appeared to listen. The entire time he was there he spent with Markal''s daughter Lilith. I tried peaking into his mind when he was sleeping, but the only things there were pictures and images of Lilith, in every possible situation and clothing.


    There were even several 21+ sections of his mind where he was having sex with Lilith in teenagers bodies. Damn. Did I do something wrong? I was supposed to have a long conversation about the birds and the bees with him later. Come to think of it, why do they call it the birds and the bees. If birds and bees tried to have sex the the result would be absolutely horrible.


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    Anyway. I suppose this is the one of the effects of the God Soul. I''m honestly more worried about his stalker-type personality. Navaris was kind of like this but Cthulu is taking this to an entire different level. When I watch him sleep, he is clutching a body pillow in the exact shape, size, and appearence of Lilith. Besides that his hidden room has aquired many more pictures, sculptures, dolls, recorded video crystals and other Lilith themed items.


    Oh, Well. I guess as long as he is happy, then anything is good. Lucy is taking the opposite direction though. She seems to have no interest in any boys and is trying to get stronger every day, by any means necesary.


    I suppose that is a good thing, since I have already arranged several disappearences for the little demon and dark elf boys who tried to approach her. Their little bodies were incinerated and their deaths blamed on the Shilian Empire............I suppose that was a d*ck move but hey, you can''t be to careful.


    That of course was the main reason we were at war with the Shilian Empire, right now. Of course I had been planning on wiping them all out eventually, but this just gave me a good excuse and allowed me to teach my kids first hand the joys of battle.


    I wasn''t really participating this time, just making sure my kids didn''t recieve any real damages. They were in the front of the battle mounted on thing one and thing two, while their Demon Lord bodyguards, wreaked hell on anyone who got close.


    Lucy was throwing spears of flame into anyone who approached, while sitting on her demon tiger''s shoulder, while her golem smashed everything in it''s way. Cthulu was riding his shade demon''s horse with her, while his dragon spewed out clouds of ash and fire on incoming forces, allowing for maximum confusion and death, while Cthulu used his dark powers with cold efficiency.


    Hmm. It seems he has been dabbling in necromancy behind my back. Well, I don''t really mind, it''s actually a really useful skill, especially in large battles. Cthulu was using a necromancer spell to raise up the dead from both sides and using them to attack the Shilian Empire. It was a very effective plan, since the more people died, the greater our forces grew.


    In other words, the longer the battle lasted, the better. Cthulu was raising hundreds of skeletons, ghouls, and zombies, every couple minutes as more and more people died. Ah well, I suppose they are doing pretty good. They''re only two years old and they are commanding a large-scale army in battle.


    Yep. My kids are certified genius''s. Hmm. Now maybe they will be tired and go to bed early, and I can get in some time with Sirenia, Navaris, Akane, and Lana. It would definitely be fun to do them all at the same time. Yep. That is tonight''s plan, I can''t wait.


    William POV


    Ugh. This is tiring. BUT I WILL ENDURE! I grunt as I swing the sword down again and again. In my last life I was weak but now I would be strong. Markal and Minerva had given me the priviledge of protecting Lilith, so I had to be strong enough to protect her.


    Neither Markal nor Minerva have said anything about me being Cyril, so I deduced that they must want to keep that fact a secret from Lilith. I mean, I guess reincarnating your best friend to be your daughter''s secret bodyguard is kind of weird.


    But I do not judge, and since I am such good friends with Markal and Minerva, I decided to play along with their deception and protect our family from the shadows. That was why I was training so hard, it was to fulfill Markal and Minerva''s expectations.


    Of course I also wanted to get stronger because I was a pathetic weakling in my last life, and there was no way Markal and Minerva would ever pay any attention to a weakling like me. It was a miracle that he had taken the time to talk with me in the first place.


    Come to think of it though, that Lucy girl was rather interesting. She gave off the same sort of vibe that Minerva does. Hmm. Oh, Well. Guess I''ll just have to wait until I see her again, so that I can find out why she is similar to Minerva.


    Don''t worry Markal, I will grow strong and earn your trust.


    Lucy POV


    Ugh. These book lessons are so boring. I want to kill something. The only lessons I like are torture lessons with Aunt Lana, sword lessons with mom, and mass destruction lessons with dad. Aunt Navaris''s teachings on dark matter manipulation are slightly interesting but I don''t have any real interest in them. Aunt Akane''s spear fighting lessons aren''t bad although they are nowhere ear mom''s level.


    I can''t believe Grandpa Karl is making us take lessons from books. I have the enhanced mind of a demi-god, books are absolutely unnecessary. The only thing I need to do is increase my strength, and tear my enemies apart. My dad says that I take after him with the whole kill everyone you don''t like thing.


    Apparently my dad''s whole philosophy on life is "If something goes wrong than kill it, and if you don''t like the result then go kill someone else. In other words just kill, kill, and kill again." Not a very admirable philosophy but hey, it works for me.


    From what I can gather of other people''s personalities and morals most people would call me insane or a psychotic serial killer or maybe some of both. Of course since I am only two years old I would get off with juvenile detention in my father''s home world.........well, if they could catch me that is.


    Anyway. Mostly I am just concentration on forcing my body to get stronger and faster although I am pretty good friends with Lilith and the Will kid is not so bad either. Hmm. There''s something off about him. Oh, well. I guess I''ll just have to go to hell for a playdate soon. After all, there''s pretty much no one who would dare attack me.


    To attack me would bring down the wrath of two God-Eaters, A Sword-King, A Demon King, two massive armies of dark elves and demons, the Devil, his wife, and my Magic King Uncle, and my grandparents, one of whom is the Devil''s personal therapist\councilor. So yeah, attacking me is similar to starting the Apocalypse. Yep, Life is good.


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 Chapter 26 - A New Beginning

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


    I have returned!! And this chapter marks the end of volume 1 and the beginning of volume 2. From now on the main focus of the story will be on Lucy, Cthulu, Lilith, and William(formerly known as Cyril).


    It may seem a little sudden but many of you have been complaining that the story has lost its original shine.......and to be honest I have to agree with you. I made Azran too powerful too fast, and now there is nothing left for him to do.


    I will try to advance the second volume at a somewhat slower pace so that it doesn''t end to soon. Thank you so much for your constant support for this story. It has turned out far better than I could have imagined when I first came up with the idea.


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    I raised my head and glanced slowly around the table.


    "So?. Are we all in agreement?"


    There were a few hesitations but the other four people who were sitting around the table slowly nodded. It was a solemn moment for all of us.


    We were five of the most powerful beings in the universe and now the time we all knew was coming, had finally arrived............Eh. What the Hell. So what? I was never good with all this serious stuff. I''m sure they''ll be fine.


    Yep. That''s right. Our kids had just reached their fifteenth birthdays, and we their parents had decided to give them a special present.


    The other four people sitting around the table were Markal, Minerva, Navaris, and Sirenia. We had just decided to send our kids to another world so that they could experience what it was like to live in a world that was not completely controlled by their parents.


    To be honest, they had been raring to go for a while now, and I could empathize with their desire to leave and go off on an adventure. I mean that was how I became a God-Eater and obtained my very own world.....and religion......and harem of smoking hot women.


    Yep. I could see why they would want to follow in my footsteps. I mean really, Who wouldn''t?


    Anyway. It took us a while to decide on a world to send them to, and after a while we decided to send them to a fantasy world that was similar to ours.(Note: He means his new world, not earth.)


    Of course it had to meet a few qualifications first. Such as me having Navaris go there and look at every single soul, one by one to confirm that that Cyril character wasn''t re-incarnated there. Or Sirenia''s demand that their be a decent amount of dark elves there, or Minerva''s demand that their be plenty of volcanoes and magma pits. And while I could understand Sirenia''s demand, Minerva''s made absolutely no sense.


    Luckily, Navaris and Markal didn''t have any demands for the world, so after a quick discussion we had decided on our kids new planet. I hold high hopes for our kids futures there. Not that any of the Gods that belonged that planet would take any direct action against them.


    Markal and I had a nice long conversation with them about our kids and what would happen if they tried to kill them. Yeah, I don''t think that they will exercise any of their power to try and kill them after that lesson. Of course we also forbid them from helping our kids either. After all what is a coming of age journey about if you get help from frantic gods desperate to save their sorry hides.


    I suppose I should feel sad or something since my kids are being sent out into the big new unknown.........Eh, Who the Hell am I kidding? I''ve taught them how to kill, steal, torture, manipulate, slaughter, and live like kings. If that isn''t all they need to know then what is?


    I mean, if you take away all of that then what is there left to do? Honestly, I believe that I have done a wonderful job raising my kids. I taught them to take what they want and send anyone who gets in their way to hell. That is how things work in the real world, and those who follow that simple rule tend to be happy and powerful.


    Of course it helps if you have massive amounts of power and charisma too, but hey it''s possible to achieve happiness without it. Anyway, everyone should just aspire to be like me and then, you would have a happy and perfect life..........As long as you don''t get killed for being an *sshole.


    Markal POV


    Ugh. All of this sentimental crap is killing me. My kids are strong enough to deal with any pathetic mortals they may encounter so what''s the problem with sending them to another world.


    Sure I care about them, but since Azran and I already paid a visit to that world''s gods, there shouldn''t be any problems. Besides even if they somehow died, Azran and I rigged up a system that will automatically capture their soul until they can be placed into a replacement body.


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    So there''s not really anything to worry about. Hell is far worse than this other world and my kids have been living there for fifteen years. Oh, yeah, turns out William is going to stay William and not Willa, he became a man a couple of days ago, but I haven''t told Azran yet.


    Hmm. I wonder why. Maybe because Azran tends to kill boys who get close to his daughter on instinct, and without really thinking about it? Ah, who cares. As soon as they get to this new world then they will be able to relax, since it has been thoroughly investigated and Cyril has not been re-incarnated there.


    Well, we are sending them off tomorrow, and then we will all have a lot more time on our hands. Perhaps I should spend a little of that time looking for a new mistress. Minerva found out about my last one and she is still being eaten alive before regenerating, only for it to happen all over again.


    Sometimes I think of this whole mistress thing as a long term game of hide and seek, or who can get to the mistress first. We''ve been doing this for millennia, but for some reason Minerva never tries to inflict too much pain on me whenever she finds a new mistress.


    It''s almost like she enjoys finding them, because they provide her with a good kind of stress-relief or maybe it''s all in my head and she actually has a lover of her own, so she doesn''t really care................................................LIKE HELL! IF SHE DOES THEN I''ll RIP OUT HIS SOUL AND STICK IT SO FAR INTO THE VOID THAT IT''LL NEVER COME BACK! OR MAYBE I''LL JUST GIVE IT TO AZRAN TO EAT!


    WHAT KIND OF RETARD THINKS HE CAN TOUCH MY WIFE AND GET AWAY WITH IT? I WILL DESTROY YOUR FREAKING SOUL! YOU HEAR ME *SSHOLE! YOUR FREAKING SOUL!


    Azran POV


    Ah, I wonder what I should do with all of my newfound free time, once the kids go off on their adventure. There are no enemies who hold any real threat to me now. Hmm. Perhaps I should do one of those things. What are they called again........Oh, yeah. A Sexathon!


    Like a Marathon but with sex! A game to see how long you can have sex for before passing out or dying. I think the reigning champions kept going for 24 days. Perhaps I should try and beat that record. Yes! That is my new goal in life! I will become the person to have sex for the longest time ever! I am a genius. Everybody pray to the God of Sex, ME!


    Well, I suppose we should send the kids off first. Obviously they can''t be allowed to go there at full power or they would conquer the world within a week, give or take a couple of hours. Anyway, I''m not someone who deals with sentimental crap so let''s make this short and sweet.


    I quickly reached out with my mind and summoned my kids, my wives, Markal, and his kids and wife. Within a couple of seconds several portals open and they all drop in. Well, let''s get this over with.


    "Allright Kids. Today, you are going to be sent off on your own adventure. You have been getting restless and somewhat disruptive, so we have chosen a world for you to play on. It is similar to this one with it''s usage of magic, and multiple races. While on this other world your demigod\demongod powers will be sealed, and you will only be able to access them by training  both your body and your mind. The same thing will be done to your demon bodyguards, when you are strong enough you will be able to summon them. Oh, and we will visit you on your birthdays so make sure you''re ready. Any questions. No? Well even if you did have any I wasn''t going to answer them. Have fun."


    With that I opened two telepathic communication links to Cthulu and Lucy and gave them a little extra incentive.


    "Cthulu. You are going to be thrown into a new undiscovered world with Lilith. This is the perfect time to win her affection and start your own harem."


    "Lucy. You are going to a new world with brand new people and races to kill and torture. Enjoy yourself, and kill anyone named Cyril that you come across. Later."


    With that I opened an inter-dimensional portal and dropped them, along with William and Lilith, through. Ah. That''s that. I used telekinesis to yank all my wives over to me. I threw my arms around their shoulders and grinned.


    " So. Who''s up for a Sexathon?"


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 Volume 2 Chapter 01 - Wrath of the Cthulu

    Azran the Magic King of Darkness


    Here is Chapter 1 of Volume 2. Enjoy.


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    Lucy POV


    Ugh. Leave it to Dad to suddenly drop us in another world without any real preperation. I glanced around as I stood up after being dropped on the ground from the portal.


    It seems that Dad left us the clothes and weapons that  we were wearing so that is one good thing. Cthulu, Lilith, and William are here also, so we won''t have to search for each other. Now there is only one thing to decide...........What do we do now that we are in a new world?


    "Soooooooo, What do you guys want to do?"


    I glanced at the rest of our group and was greeted with puzzled faces. Sure we had been wreaking havoc at our old world but that was because we were bored. We may have begged to be sent off on an adventure, but none of us had actually considered that our wish would be granted. Now that we were here, we didn''t know what to do.


    It was one of those ironic moments when you realize that now that you have what you wanted you have no idea what to do with it. Ugh. My brain hurts, it wasn''t made to do this much thinking. All I have to do is grab a sword and cut the enemy, and if that doesn''t work I get a bigger sword and do it again. I am a straight forward person, I''m not supposed to ponder the philosophy of life. Stuff like that is left for nerds with nothing better to do.


    "Umm. Anyone have any ideas? We wanted to travel to other worlds, so what exactly did we want to do there?"


    "Well we could always go with the standard and just run around killing strong monsters and finding trustworthy companions. We can decide what to do later after we are stronger. We could conquer the world or support someone else''s rule from the shadows. We can do whatever we want here. But first we should test how strong we are. Father said that he sealed our god powers but all he really did was seal off the infinite mana supply that god''s possess."


    Cthulu spoke up breaking the silence as we all glanced around at each other. It wasn''t a bad idea and it gave us time to decide what we really wanted with out lives. Besides we needed to figure out how strong everyone else was in this world. For all we knew they could all be demi-god level.


    "I second that. What if we started out with world dominatio but halfway through decided to do something else?"


    Lilith spoke up giving her thoughts in favor of my brother. We all knew that Cthulu was psychotically in love with Lilth, and honestly most of us were pretty sure that Lilith like him back, but pretended not to notice his affection so that she could mess with his head.


    She was a sadistic b*tch. And that was why she was my best friend. She enjoyed helping me torture and kill, a personality quirk that I had picked up from Lana, and I helped her with her usage of illusions and mind control to torture. It was an arrangement that benefited us both and gave each of us something to talk about.


    Even if we had hated each other our parents were very good friends and we often ended up either visiting them in Hell or hosting a visit from the Devil in our castle. So we became friends originally because our parents could be very scary when they wanted to and if we had fought each other they would have made us pay. But we soon came to respect each other through the art that is torture.


    Some people would call us twisted or insane but it wasn''t like we were raised in a normal enviroment. My best friend''s father is the devil, my aunt is a demon queen, my brother''s mom is an ancient creature from some obscure part of the universe, and my dad is a God-eater who scares the crap out of just about everyone.


    I remember one time when we broke something called a laptop, and dad got p*ssed and caused a meteor shower that destroyed half a continent. He also continuously threatens to toss us into the void and let Navaris train us, once he even threatened to hand us over to Minerva but he quickly took it back after a couple seconds of thought. He said something about us being to freaking scary already.


    "Same here. I want to test our power and then we can get stronger."


    William said as he spun his sword, testing its weight and balance.


    "All right then. We test our power and then go adventure until we decide what to do. Any objections? No, good. Now let''s find some bandits or something, I want to test this new torture method I created before dad dropped us into a portal."


    I quickly glanced around and took in our surroundings. We seemed to be in the middle of a clearing in a dense forest. Hmm. Now if only I could tell where some bandits were.


    "Two miles to the east, there is a group of twenty bandits who have just finished robbing a caravan."


    I glanced over as Cthulu let us know where the bandits were as his eyes glowed purple.


    "I thought Dad sealed away our god powers. How come you can still use your all seing eyes?"


    "Because they are not a power limited to the gods. Any being with enough mana and the correct parentage is capable of using them. Besides the only thing that makes the gods different from other beings is their virtually unlimited mana pool."


    "Whatever. Anyway, let''s go."


    With that I tore into the forest ready to torture and kill to my heart''s content, only to be interrupted by Cthulu''s voice in my head.


    "Your other east."


    Cthulu POV


    Honestly, she is just as hard headed and straight forward as Father. She just rushes off into things without doing any thinking at all.


    Ah, but that''s unimportant now isn''t it. What is truly important is that I will spend the next several years with Lilith! This is perfect! I already know everything she does each day, and now I can make her fall in love with me!


    But before that we need to find out just how strong we are in this world compared to others. Ugh. This isn''t good. I''m almost starting to neglect my stalker tendencies. I already know how Lilith does absolutely everything, but for some reason I never get tired of watching her.


    Hmm. I think my mother used to sing a song like that to get me to sleep when I was younger. Now how did it go? Oh, that''s right. I think it went like this.


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    "I see you when you''re sleeping, I know when you''re awake, I know if you''ve been bad or good, so be bad for badness sake."


    After that it went into some stuff about shouting and crying, then something about Santa Claus coming to town. If I remember correctly Santa Claus is from Father''s original world.


    I believe mother described him as psychotic pedophile who would break into people''s homes, drink the kid''s milk and cookies, watch them while they sleep and then put coal in their stockings.


    I never really understood why Father didn''t just kill this Santa person, but he claimed that he was important to world peace. He also said something about a rabbit that steals bird eggs and hides them in the grass, and a day when people morph into all kinds of monsters and go from house to house stealing candy.


    Huh. I really don''t understand that world. It just doesn''t make sense at all. The song Father made up didn''t make any sense either. It went like this-


    "Ohhh, Jingle bells, Santa smells, Frosty killed the elf........."


    I really didn''t get what the rest of it was about but it reminded me never to go to Father''s home world, it was just so..............wrong.


    Anyway, we are almost to the bandits now. I told everyone to stay hidden behind the tree line since I wanted to test how strong we were first. The bandits were dividing the loot from the caravan they had massacred and now was the perfect time for an ambush.


    ''Hey, Lucy. Pick up a stone the size of your fist and throw it as hard as you can at the bandit leader''s head. I want to see how much damage it takes to kill them. If it doesn''t harm him at all then we may have to run away."


    Lucy glared at me for a second before nodding and picking up a good sized stone. She didn''t like taking orders but she could recognize their necessity. So she gripped the rock, took aim and threw it. All I can say is that it was far beyond my expectations.


    The rock left her hand so quickly that it broke the sound barrier before it hit the poor bandit. I swear his head exploded like a watermelon. One second he was greedily grabbing gold and the next his head was just gone.


    The rest of the bandit''s didn''t even react for several seconds as their miserable human minds tried to comprehend what had just happened. The rock had cleared away most of my concerns since it appeared we were either much stronger than any human or that someone had cast a magic that accelerated the rock.


    Personally I was leaning towards the first option but hey you never know. Anyway, as soon as they realized that they were not alone, they attacked but it was too late. We tore into them like carnivorous chickens tear into giant bulls................Hmm. I don''t know if your world has those so that might be a bad analogy.


    The first eight died in mere moments as Lucy ripped two of them apart with her bare hands, and William beheaded two of them with his sword. Lilith and I chose a more magical approach as she cast illusions into two of their heads, trapping them in a world where they were surrounded by all of their biggest fears, which caused them to fall to the ground screaming and trying to claw their own eyes out.


    It was a cruel and unnecessary tactic that caused the opponent to suffer unnecessary pain.............Damn, she is hot. That cruel sexy grin is just so, so. Ugh, so tantalizing. It''s unfair. No one should be able to look that beautiful.


    Anyway, I was a little more efficient and just tossed two lightning bolts through their heads. It was fast, easy, and extremely efficient. Hmm. Now their are only eleven left since we already Lucy already popped their leader''s head. It should only take us a couple of seconds to...............What the devil d*mning f*ck just happened?!


    I stared at Lilith''s arm where there was a cut. A small bleeding cut, but a cut nonetheless. One of the bandit''s arrows had misfired and bounced off of a rock, nicking her arm. But it didn''t matter how it had happened, only that it had happened.


    I was right here and the love of my life was injured while standing right next to me. I was right here and I couldn''t stop her from being injured. Something deep inside me snapped when I realized that I had let Lilith be injured and it was at that moment that I decided.


    I would show them. I would show them all! This is why you don''t mess with the son of Nyarlathotep and a God-Eater!(or is it Nyarlahotep? Too many different pronunciations.)


    I saw Lucy and William move forward towards the bandits with furious faces but it was too late. A deep roar of anger and hatred was ripped out of my throat as my body ripped apart. My bones melted and fused with my flesh as I lost all semblances of humanity and shifted to one of my true forms.


    I may keep myself in the semblance of a human to fit in with my family and friends, but I am not a human and I am far from any mere mortal being. Even with my god-level powers sealed, I still had the transformation powersI had inherited from my mother.


    People often mistake looking human for being human. I am not human. I am a monster. I may act like a human to deceive you and get you to lower your guard around me, but I am not and will never be human. Your pathetic morals do not work on me, and there is nothing in existence that can stop my wrath! Well, except for Mom and Dad, and Uncle Markal, and Aunt Minerva, and Aunt Lana and ............Damn, there really are a lot of people who can stop my wrath aren''t there. Anyway.


    With a horrible cracking sound I finalized my transformation and twisted my new body until I faced the stupid human garbage who had dared to hurt my beloved. I laughed as their faces twisted in disbelief and horror. They would pay for this! All of them would PAY!!!!


    And with that final thought I attacked and the world went to Hell.


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    ......CLIFFHANGER! I know you guys will hate me for this but before any of you track me down and kill me, just remember that if I''m dead then no more Azran gets written. Hah! I''m using Azran against you!..............Damn, that''s pathetic.


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 Finished/Dropped

    Hello Everyone,


    I am sorry for my long absence but I have been very busy adjusting to college life and I have not had very much free time. The free time that I did have was placed into writing a full length novel called Dark Arts - The Book of Shadows and Thorns. I have posted the first chapter as a new fiction and will continue to review chapters and post them in the next couple of months.


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    I Finished/Dropped Azran because I have mostly run out of ideas and the new volume was continuing down the same path as the first with horrible pacing and extremely over powered characters. I have not decided whether or not I am going to drop Overlord but for now I will continue with Dark Arts. I am very appreciative of your constant support for my fictions over the last couple of months/years and hope that you will continue to support me in my new endeavors. Thank you  very much and enjoy this new fiction.