Eternal
As crazy as it is to believe, if Semra’s actually here then it might not be an entirely bad thing. So far she’s always attempted to help you, and you imagine if she really wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t have heard a thing.
“Semra. why am I not entirely surprised to find out you’re somehow mixed up in this?” you say not turning your head.
“Because while you may be a fool obsessed conquest and order, you’re not an idiot.”
“Obsessed eh? And what would you call your being here?”
“A mother’s concern…mmmm” Semra says as both of her hands rub your chest. Her face is now side by side yours and you feel a small kiss on your cheek.
“Do you know how fucked up you sound whenever you address us as mother and son?”
“Oh you know you like it. I trust by the fact that you have not immediately attacked and that you’re actually enjoying my company that you’re willing to hear me out?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m actually enjoying your company, but you did come all this way…you might as well speak your piece while I’m in a diplomatic mood.” You respond and slowly turn around at which point Semra backs away.
“So was your clumsy plan always to invite Mortimer and kill him thus chopping off the head of the Nakol Kingdom immediately, or were you actually trying to learn how he became infamously immortal?” Semra asks.
“Mortimer?”
“Yes, you know the lurid little king that you have captive right now? His real name is Mortimer Fudwick. Sounds almost like one of those silly gnome names doesn’t it? If you thought he was annoying within the short time you spent with him, just think if you had to listen to the shit on a regular basis as his advisor.”
Advisor. Well this is starting to make some more sense.
“So is that where you’ve been all this time? Hiding out in the Nakol Kingdom as the sorc…as Mortimer’s advisor?” you ask.
“I wouldn’t say I’ve been hiding. I’ve merely been securing my future. I’ll admit it’s not been easy and Mortimer’s ongoing sexual talk has long since gotten past the point of being boring. He’s not nearly as good as he thinks he is…”
This last implication shouldn’t surprise you but that twisted part of you that apparently still hasn’t disappeared completely nearly causes you to say something. You manage to stop yourself, however Semra smiles at your momentary lapse in stoicism.
“Why…you’re jealous!” Semra says nearly laughing.
“No I’m not. You’re being delusional again.” You say trying to maintain your calm demeanor.
“Deny it all you want, I know the truth. See, I KNEW I would ALWAYS be the only real woman for you. You never forget your first eh? Don’t worry, no matter how many times I lay with that effeminate fop he’ll never be anything the man you are.” Semra says totally enjoying this situation.
“I don’t need your reassurance to tell me that, what I was going to say is that I’m a little surprised that a proud svelk woman like yourself has resorted to thinly veiled whoredom for survival. To a monkey no less.”
“Look, if this is really bothering you, we can always go discuss this on your bed over there. Doesn’t look like it’s been used in years and I’m sure despite your age you could still give it to me in a way that only you can…”
“Semra, will you get to the fucking point of your visit, before I stop entertaining the idea that you aren’t a complete fucking selfish backstabbing bitch who ultimately only looks out for her own best interests?” you say in a raised tone of voice.
Semra chuckles a bit at your outburst.
“Oh I did miss that anger of yours. Sexy. That passion. That hate that bubbles underneath. Mortimer has none of that. His demon does, but he’s rather useless in the physical aspect due to being trapped in a crystal and all.
“Okay I heard the word demon. Let’s focus on that.”
“(Sigh) Very well, to business…”
Semra goes on to explain that Mortimer’s reign over the Nakol Kingdom solely hinges on a deal he made with a demon named Zelvix over a century ago. He got youth, power, magic abilities and all the sex he could ever want in exchange for his soul. However Morty wasn’t a complete fool, he managed to trap the demon in a crystal prison of some sort which has made the deal unable to be completed properly which now has made Mortimer “semi-immortal”. Now the demon just sits biding its time, waiting for the day it’s released or when Mortimer actually dies so it can claim what it was owed.
“So basically what you’re telling me is that Mortimer doesn’t know shit about eternal youth let alone immortality other than what this demon gave him.” You say.
“Basically.”
“Knew it was too good to be true.” You say and get your sword.
“What’re you doing?”
“Well there’s no point in keeping him alive no is there? Might as well go ahead and be done with it…”
“Wait! That’s another thing I wanted to talk to you about! You can’t just kill him, I mean you could, but it would be extremely…bad. Killing Mortimer is also going to release Zelvix and trust me, you don’t want to do that, he’s a demon lord of great power.”
“If he’s so great how the hell did he get tricked by some hedge wizard?”
“Probably due to typical arrogance like all of his kind. Look I’m just telling you that it’s not going to be a simple matter of just cutting his head off. If it was, I would’ve done it years ago on general principle of being a bad lay. You go in and kill him now and it’s going to be bad in the long term not just for you, but for the entire world.”
“The world? Aren’t you being just a little overly dramatic? And since when are you so altruistic?”
“Since unleashing a demon army would not be in my best interest that’s why. Contrary to popular belief, we svelk aren’t all looking to see the world burn, but that’s definitely what will happen if you kill Mortimer. Personally I was trying to find a way to banish the demon, I think I might be on the right path, but it’s going to take a few decades still I think.”
“A few decades? Fuck that, I’m not waiting that long and I know you’re not telling me the entire truth anyway; you’ve got another angle in this. Now get the hell out of my way before I forget that you’re actually an enemy of mine.”
“(Sigh) Fine. You know, usually as people get older they learn to become more patient. I can see though your growing fixation on living long enough to conquer the world is becoming a major flaw. Of course what else do you really have right? You have no master any longer. You have no significant other. You can’t have children. You have nothing except your Empire, which will undoubtedly fall soon after you die and you KNOW it. So you’re now starting to seek out a way to conquer death. You’re getting more like Casimir everyday. Congratulations, you are your father’s son.”
“I don’t fear death Semra, never have.”
“Never said you did, I taught you not to. I believe though…bah nevermind. Further discussion on this subject would be wasted on you. Go then, kill little pathetic Mortimer. Perhaps if you’re lucky when the demon army is unleashed by Zelvix and eventually overruns the world, you will get that warrior’s death rather than the old man in bed death where you are decrepit lying in your own filth and too weak to even lift yourself up.”
“You done?” you ask as you advance towards the door and Semra with sword in hand.
“Just one more thing. I hope you remember this day as one of the many that I could’ve killed you and didn’t. Mortimer wanted me to assassinate you, you know. Now I’ll take my leave. Until next time lover.” Semra says and disappears. You still hear the faint patter of footsteps so you figure she’s only turned invisible rather than some sort of teleportation. You call for soldiers, Eyes, mages and whoever else who will listen, since you have a feeling Mortimer’s escaped.
When you enter the cell he was being held in, you find the Eyes and mages that were watching him burned from the inside out. You’re not sure how he did it without other soldiers and such being alerted and him being bound and gagged, but Mortimer’s obviously escaped and Semra was running interference for him while he did so.
Several of your soldiers and others begin apologizing for not knowing what had occurred, but you wave them all away saying that you’re not angry at anyone. When they ask if you want a general search and alarm sounded you decline.
“No. There would be no point, however I’m fairly certain that he’ll be leaving his ship behind. Sightmaster Warrick is probably still in the area having it watched. Someone go inform him to have everyone killed aboard and start having it refitted according to Empire standards.”
Just as you’re finished giving that order, your advisor Kivan has arrived in a hurried fashion.
“Emperor, I just heard! Are you okay? Has the Sorcerer King really escaped?”
“Escaped, is a relative term, Kivan. Let’s just say he’s temporarily eluded my immediate clutches. If his situation is anything like I was just told, he’s got bigger problems than the likes of me. In any case, we’re officially at war with the Kingdom of Nakol now.”
“I see…is there anything you need right now?”
You briefly think for a moment.
The only thing that comes to mind is getting your best general back to Evigrus. Decena from what you know has more or less pushed back the Iznac and at least established a good foothold on the continent where your people aren’t on the verge of being annihilated. Flog and Snilkez’ka will still be there along with whoever is Decena’s second.
Of course you’ve been regularly receiving much needed resources and riches from Nyttrus thanks to Decena’s presence there. You don’t necessarily worry that the Iznac are going to suddenly be a problem due to her not being around, you’re just a little concerned that without a strong leadership presence, the orcs are going to run wild and fuck up the regular shipments or disregard them altogether. And you can’t afford for that to happen if you’re going to be going to war with Nakol.
“Semra. why am I not entirely surprised to find out you’re somehow mixed up in this?” you say not turning your head.
“Because while you may be a fool obsessed conquest and order, you’re not an idiot.”
“Obsessed eh? And what would you call your being here?”
“A mother’s concern…mmmm” Semra says as both of her hands rub your chest. Her face is now side by side yours and you feel a small kiss on your cheek.
“Do you know how fucked up you sound whenever you address us as mother and son?”
“Oh you know you like it. I trust by the fact that you have not immediately attacked and that you’re actually enjoying my company that you’re willing to hear me out?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m actually enjoying your company, but you did come all this way…you might as well speak your piece while I’m in a diplomatic mood.” You respond and slowly turn around at which point Semra backs away.
“So was your clumsy plan always to invite Mortimer and kill him thus chopping off the head of the Nakol Kingdom immediately, or were you actually trying to learn how he became infamously immortal?” Semra asks.
“Mortimer?”
“Yes, you know the lurid little king that you have captive right now? His real name is Mortimer Fudwick. Sounds almost like one of those silly gnome names doesn’t it? If you thought he was annoying within the short time you spent with him, just think if you had to listen to the shit on a regular basis as his advisor.”
Advisor. Well this is starting to make some more sense.
“So is that where you’ve been all this time? Hiding out in the Nakol Kingdom as the sorc…as Mortimer’s advisor?” you ask.
“I wouldn’t say I’ve been hiding. I’ve merely been securing my future. I’ll admit it’s not been easy and Mortimer’s ongoing sexual talk has long since gotten past the point of being boring. He’s not nearly as good as he thinks he is…”
This last implication shouldn’t surprise you but that twisted part of you that apparently still hasn’t disappeared completely nearly causes you to say something. You manage to stop yourself, however Semra smiles at your momentary lapse in stoicism.
“Why…you’re jealous!” Semra says nearly laughing.
“No I’m not. You’re being delusional again.” You say trying to maintain your calm demeanor.
“Deny it all you want, I know the truth. See, I KNEW I would ALWAYS be the only real woman for you. You never forget your first eh? Don’t worry, no matter how many times I lay with that effeminate fop he’ll never be anything the man you are.” Semra says totally enjoying this situation.
“I don’t need your reassurance to tell me that, what I was going to say is that I’m a little surprised that a proud svelk woman like yourself has resorted to thinly veiled whoredom for survival. To a monkey no less.”
“Look, if this is really bothering you, we can always go discuss this on your bed over there. Doesn’t look like it’s been used in years and I’m sure despite your age you could still give it to me in a way that only you can…”
“Semra, will you get to the fucking point of your visit, before I stop entertaining the idea that you aren’t a complete fucking selfish backstabbing bitch who ultimately only looks out for her own best interests?” you say in a raised tone of voice.
Semra chuckles a bit at your outburst.
“Oh I did miss that anger of yours. Sexy. That passion. That hate that bubbles underneath. Mortimer has none of that. His demon does, but he’s rather useless in the physical aspect due to being trapped in a crystal and all.
“Okay I heard the word demon. Let’s focus on that.”
“(Sigh) Very well, to business…”
Semra goes on to explain that Mortimer’s reign over the Nakol Kingdom solely hinges on a deal he made with a demon named Zelvix over a century ago. He got youth, power, magic abilities and all the sex he could ever want in exchange for his soul. However Morty wasn’t a complete fool, he managed to trap the demon in a crystal prison of some sort which has made the deal unable to be completed properly which now has made Mortimer “semi-immortal”. Now the demon just sits biding its time, waiting for the day it’s released or when Mortimer actually dies so it can claim what it was owed.
“So basically what you’re telling me is that Mortimer doesn’t know shit about eternal youth let alone immortality other than what this demon gave him.” You say.
“Basically.”
“Knew it was too good to be true.” You say and get your sword.
“What’re you doing?”
“Well there’s no point in keeping him alive no is there? Might as well go ahead and be done with it…”
“Wait! That’s another thing I wanted to talk to you about! You can’t just kill him, I mean you could, but it would be extremely…bad. Killing Mortimer is also going to release Zelvix and trust me, you don’t want to do that, he’s a demon lord of great power.”
“If he’s so great how the hell did he get tricked by some hedge wizard?”
“Probably due to typical arrogance like all of his kind. Look I’m just telling you that it’s not going to be a simple matter of just cutting his head off. If it was, I would’ve done it years ago on general principle of being a bad lay. You go in and kill him now and it’s going to be bad in the long term not just for you, but for the entire world.”
“The world? Aren’t you being just a little overly dramatic? And since when are you so altruistic?”
“Since unleashing a demon army would not be in my best interest that’s why. Contrary to popular belief, we svelk aren’t all looking to see the world burn, but that’s definitely what will happen if you kill Mortimer. Personally I was trying to find a way to banish the demon, I think I might be on the right path, but it’s going to take a few decades still I think.”
“A few decades? Fuck that, I’m not waiting that long and I know you’re not telling me the entire truth anyway; you’ve got another angle in this. Now get the hell out of my way before I forget that you’re actually an enemy of mine.”
“(Sigh) Fine. You know, usually as people get older they learn to become more patient. I can see though your growing fixation on living long enough to conquer the world is becoming a major flaw. Of course what else do you really have right? You have no master any longer. You have no significant other. You can’t have children. You have nothing except your Empire, which will undoubtedly fall soon after you die and you KNOW it. So you’re now starting to seek out a way to conquer death. You’re getting more like Casimir everyday. Congratulations, you are your father’s son.”
“I don’t fear death Semra, never have.”
“Never said you did, I taught you not to. I believe though…bah nevermind. Further discussion on this subject would be wasted on you. Go then, kill little pathetic Mortimer. Perhaps if you’re lucky when the demon army is unleashed by Zelvix and eventually overruns the world, you will get that warrior’s death rather than the old man in bed death where you are decrepit lying in your own filth and too weak to even lift yourself up.”
“You done?” you ask as you advance towards the door and Semra with sword in hand.
“Just one more thing. I hope you remember this day as one of the many that I could’ve killed you and didn’t. Mortimer wanted me to assassinate you, you know. Now I’ll take my leave. Until next time lover.” Semra says and disappears. You still hear the faint patter of footsteps so you figure she’s only turned invisible rather than some sort of teleportation. You call for soldiers, Eyes, mages and whoever else who will listen, since you have a feeling Mortimer’s escaped.
When you enter the cell he was being held in, you find the Eyes and mages that were watching him burned from the inside out. You’re not sure how he did it without other soldiers and such being alerted and him being bound and gagged, but Mortimer’s obviously escaped and Semra was running interference for him while he did so.
Several of your soldiers and others begin apologizing for not knowing what had occurred, but you wave them all away saying that you’re not angry at anyone. When they ask if you want a general search and alarm sounded you decline.
“No. There would be no point, however I’m fairly certain that he’ll be leaving his ship behind. Sightmaster Warrick is probably still in the area having it watched. Someone go inform him to have everyone killed aboard and start having it refitted according to Empire standards.”
Just as you’re finished giving that order, your advisor Kivan has arrived in a hurried fashion.
“Emperor, I just heard! Are you okay? Has the Sorcerer King really escaped?”
“Escaped, is a relative term, Kivan. Let’s just say he’s temporarily eluded my immediate clutches. If his situation is anything like I was just told, he’s got bigger problems than the likes of me. In any case, we’re officially at war with the Kingdom of Nakol now.”
“I see…is there anything you need right now?”
You briefly think for a moment.
The only thing that comes to mind is getting your best general back to Evigrus. Decena from what you know has more or less pushed back the Iznac and at least established a good foothold on the continent where your people aren’t on the verge of being annihilated. Flog and Snilkez’ka will still be there along with whoever is Decena’s second.
Of course you’ve been regularly receiving much needed resources and riches from Nyttrus thanks to Decena’s presence there. You don’t necessarily worry that the Iznac are going to suddenly be a problem due to her not being around, you’re just a little concerned that without a strong leadership presence, the orcs are going to run wild and fuck up the regular shipments or disregard them altogether. And you can’t afford for that to happen if you’re going to be going to war with Nakol.