Necromancer
You can better appreciate what you have when all those that would do you harm are gone.
You order an attack of the largest size. While you're attacking from several directions, you decide to focus specifically on the Zalan Empire given that they're glue holding the Grand Alliance together. Get rid of them and you've effective put an end to the war.
Corpses, skeletons, ghosts, wraiths, and all other manner of undead are raised to your grand plan. Town after town is taken. The Grand Alliance nor the Zalan Military can do anything to stop you. They use magic, they use new technological wonders, but none of it works. It is only when your dead legions approach the gates of the Zalan capital that you call a stop to the carnage.
You arrive personally to oversee your mission and to meet with your family one last time, because even after all this, you don't want to kill them. Somewhere you hope that they'll see reason and come with you. Things won't be so bad.
You storm the gates as cannons destroy multitudes of your troops only to be replaced with more. You see your sister on top of the battlements ordering her soldiers to fire upon you. During this attack you feel several bullets enter your body breaking through your magical defenses.
You fall.
You then rise again.
"You can't kill me, I'm the fuckin' Great Lich Lord!" you laugh.
Not stopping, you enter the gates of the city realizing that this was inevitable. Things could've only been this way. Your undead slay all those that oppose you, but you mentally make sure none of your undead has murderous intentions towards any of your family. You head towards your parent's old house, taking little notice of the death around you.
When you arrive you find the house empty. In fact it looks like it's been empty for months. So many memories here a different time even a different life now
"She left when the attacks first came. She didn't say where either. She just told me she was leaving. I even had her followed for awhile, but she was quite adept at eluding my scouts, not to mention I had other concerns to take care of." Your sister says entering behind you.
"I don't know why, I would've made sure no harm came to her. That's why I came here."
"You already harmed her by becoming what you are! I mean you're not even alive anymore! I saw you die and come back to life on the battlefield!"
"Oh that. The first time was a surprise to me too. Kind of a numb feeling really."
"How can you be so at peace with what you've become?"
"Because it was obviously in my nature all along. Death is my calling, I've only grown closer to it by dying. Can't change who I am."
"Dad did."
"No he didn't. Not really. He just directed his nature into a slightly more positive way and it was only due to magic that caused it in the first place. Funny how magic did the same with me, but just in reverse. However, as I've said, this does not mean I'm not without total feelings. I'd rather not have to kill you sis, but if you stand against me, I will."
"I have to stand against you."
"Why? For some noble cause of a corrupt mortal empire that's just as oppressive? Sis you always were a bit too duty bound."
"No, because while you still exist, life ALL life is in danger. You're evil, what you've been doing is evil, what you've become is unnatural. You can delude yourself all you want, but I'm not fooled and if I joined you or whatever it is you want, then I'd be just as guilty of contributing to your evil. You're not even my brother anymore, I have no brother!"
You shake your head in regret at your sister's insistence on being stubborn, but then again you expected no less.
"I'll give you one last chance sis. Will you join me?"
Your sister raises her magical glowing sword.
"So be it."
You order an attack of the largest size. While you're attacking from several directions, you decide to focus specifically on the Zalan Empire given that they're glue holding the Grand Alliance together. Get rid of them and you've effective put an end to the war.
Corpses, skeletons, ghosts, wraiths, and all other manner of undead are raised to your grand plan. Town after town is taken. The Grand Alliance nor the Zalan Military can do anything to stop you. They use magic, they use new technological wonders, but none of it works. It is only when your dead legions approach the gates of the Zalan capital that you call a stop to the carnage.
You arrive personally to oversee your mission and to meet with your family one last time, because even after all this, you don't want to kill them. Somewhere you hope that they'll see reason and come with you. Things won't be so bad.
You storm the gates as cannons destroy multitudes of your troops only to be replaced with more. You see your sister on top of the battlements ordering her soldiers to fire upon you. During this attack you feel several bullets enter your body breaking through your magical defenses.
You fall.
You then rise again.
"You can't kill me, I'm the fuckin' Great Lich Lord!" you laugh.
Not stopping, you enter the gates of the city realizing that this was inevitable. Things could've only been this way. Your undead slay all those that oppose you, but you mentally make sure none of your undead has murderous intentions towards any of your family. You head towards your parent's old house, taking little notice of the death around you.
When you arrive you find the house empty. In fact it looks like it's been empty for months. So many memories here a different time even a different life now
"She left when the attacks first came. She didn't say where either. She just told me she was leaving. I even had her followed for awhile, but she was quite adept at eluding my scouts, not to mention I had other concerns to take care of." Your sister says entering behind you.
"I don't know why, I would've made sure no harm came to her. That's why I came here."
"You already harmed her by becoming what you are! I mean you're not even alive anymore! I saw you die and come back to life on the battlefield!"
"Oh that. The first time was a surprise to me too. Kind of a numb feeling really."
"How can you be so at peace with what you've become?"
"Because it was obviously in my nature all along. Death is my calling, I've only grown closer to it by dying. Can't change who I am."
"Dad did."
"No he didn't. Not really. He just directed his nature into a slightly more positive way and it was only due to magic that caused it in the first place. Funny how magic did the same with me, but just in reverse. However, as I've said, this does not mean I'm not without total feelings. I'd rather not have to kill you sis, but if you stand against me, I will."
"I have to stand against you."
"Why? For some noble cause of a corrupt mortal empire that's just as oppressive? Sis you always were a bit too duty bound."
"No, because while you still exist, life ALL life is in danger. You're evil, what you've been doing is evil, what you've become is unnatural. You can delude yourself all you want, but I'm not fooled and if I joined you or whatever it is you want, then I'd be just as guilty of contributing to your evil. You're not even my brother anymore, I have no brother!"
You shake your head in regret at your sister's insistence on being stubborn, but then again you expected no less.
"I'll give you one last chance sis. Will you join me?"
Your sister raises her magical glowing sword.
"So be it."