Eternal
Upon entering the throne room, Mortimer paces near his throne, looking up when you arrive. He certainly doesn’t look like the fop you remember, his clothes are now partly torn and dirty. He doesn’t look like he’s bathed in days making his hair to stand up in a way that would almost be laughable if he wasn’t currently possessed by a demon. His eyes give off an unearthly red glow.
The throne room itself is in shambles and pieces of dead bodies, entrails and blood are practically everywhere. A large broken crystal lies nearby, you can only guess that’s Zelvix’s former prison.
Semra says nothing. She just looks at you nodding, and reaches out for your hand. You give it to her and she grabs it. She then begins chanting. You take the opportunity to cast your mind shield spell on Decena who stands nearby watching every direction.
“So, THIS is what you’ve brought to beat me with Semra? I would’ve expected better from the likes of you. I don’t know why you’re even chanting that nonsense, it isn’t going to work on me you know.” Zelvix says. (It certainly isn’t Mortimer anymore just on how deep the voice is alone)
While the three of you stay silent, Zelvix continues to talk.
“I have no idea why you continue to blame me for your father’s death. Even I can’t control my underlings all the time. Your people made a deal with me and I collected, what’s so wrong about that?”
Semra continues to chant.
“You believe this woman? She holds a grudge longer than some hell lords do and at least they do for something reasonable like a stolen soul or something. She’s just whining. Bah, I’m done with her anyway, I offered another deal when she first arrived here for old time’s sake, but she refused.”
Zelvix’s banter is still met by silence.
“Anyway, how about you two? Oh no. No, I don’t think you’ll do. You’re too much in love with this one. While I think under different circumstances twisting your mind would probably be child’s play, I believe your master’s presence makes it a bit too much of an effort to even try. You want his approval so much that you’d probably strip naked, get down on all fours and open your ass, pussy and mouth at the same time to an entire company of orcs if you thought it would please him. Blind loyalty is such a beautiful thing at times. Shit, I should be so lucky to instill such devotion. Oh well, guess that’s why there’s torture.” Zelvix says to Decena.
Everyone continues to remain silent, but Zelvix now turns his attention to you. You didn’t feel it before, but you start to feel an oppressive presence within your mind.
“Now you I can work with. Can’t work with bitches anyway, too fucking emotional am I right? I’m sure you know what I’m talking about considering the company you’re keeping. You think a svelk female is bad? Heh, try a demon girl. Your dark elves don’t have shit on them. Lots of fun at parties though!”
You redouble your efforts to block out Zelvix’s words…
“I have to say, you’re quite skilled for a mortal. I’ll even admit, I like your style, showing no mercy to your enemies, ruling your territory with an iron fist, I can appreciate a mortal that rises above his slug like station. And you were quite low weren’t you? You were practically an abortion waiting to happen then through a minor mistake you got kicked upstairs. Good thing bureaucracy sucks doesn’t it? It’s okay though, you made the most of it and that’s what really counts. I mean here you are talking to me, one of the greatest demon lords in the infernal realms…”
At this point you’d almost make a deal with him just so he’d shut the fuck up. He continues to pace, but you notice he holds his head for a brief moment.
“Hrmm, starting to feel something…no it’s gone now. Nice try Semra, but you’re not getting anywhere. Now who was I talking to? Oh yes, the Eternal.”
You suddenly feel an even greater oppressive feeling on your mind. Between trying to support Semra, protecting Decena and fighting off Zelvix, you’re starting to feel the burden.
“Not easy is it? Protecting everyone? (Sigh) I don’t even know why you’re helping Semra anyway. You know she’d backstab you if it ultimately served her purpose. You’re not a stupid man, you have to know that she’s just using you right now and it’s not even for petty revenge. Well some of it is I suppose, but there’s something greater here at stake and she’s trying to achieve it. Let me tell you…”
Zelvix’s deep voice fills your mind despite your best efforts to block it out.
“She’s trying to revive the svelk Empire. Y’see she actually thinks by somehow killing me that the so called curse I put on the svelk will disappear. It’s complete shit of course. The reason for the svelk downfall is their own doing and none of my own. I didn’t cause their civilization to suddenly descend into civil war and rebellion, that had been coming for centuries long before I arrived. All I did was provide a service. A world saving one in fact. Why in certain circles one might even consider me a hero!”
You feel a greater drain on your energy as Zelvix continues.
“I bet she even told you that I’m planning on unleashing an army of demons on this world didn’t she? Pfft. Please as if I need to worry about such things, I have my own kingdom in the infernal realm with millions of subjects and even more souls to torment! If its one thing I’ve learned as a demon lord, it’s that you should only conquer what you can actually hold. I had a brother once who learned that lesson the hard way. Got his head chopped off by a mortal for his troubles. Hahahahaha! My brother was a fucking idiot!”
Zelvix laughs at his last statement, which is then followed by a roar of pain. Mortimer’s body falls to the ground and he begins twitching and convulsing.
“FUCKING BITCH! I’LL RIP YOUR SOUL APART! RAAAAARGH!” Zelvix shouts while Semra keeps chanting. If anything it’s given you a bit of temporary relief, but only for a little while.
“Well, it seems our little dark skinned whore has been doing her research. I may have underestimated her. The flaw of arrogance comes with being a demon lord I suppose…(Sigh) Very well then, as much as I’ve enjoyed chatting with you, I can see I’ll have to cut to the chase….”
You try to think of pleasant thoughts to block out Zelvix, such as ones with your time with Alison, but Zelvix won’t be ignored.
“Look, here’s the deal and it’s not even going to cost you your soul because I know you’re too smart for that. What it is going to cost is a little bloodshed and that shouldn’t be a problem for the likes of you, especially considering you never liked ol’ Morty anyway. Just kill Morty, I’ll take care of Semra and then I’ll be heading back to the infernal plane because honestly I’ve had enough of this world.”
You give no response, but you can feel your willpower getting to the point where you almost want to give in…
“Hey wait a minute. Maybe YOU want to kill Semra? She’s in the middle of her spell right now and you’re so close, there’s never been a more perfect time! You’d catch her completely off guard. You could easily take that dagger that she once stabbed you with and at last do what you’ve always wanted to do with it. Remember just like the time when you two were exterminating gnomes? Don’t you wish you could’ve taken that opportunity instead of following your orders? Well you have no one giving you orders right now. What is stopping you? You know you want to and all I want is to be free from this world. Kill Semra and I’ll happily open up a gate and return home.”
Zelvix deep melodic tone begins to make your mind succumb to his persuasion attempts. Never before have you experienced such a powerful force of raw will. Even in a few other instances where you faced a psychic assault it’s never been quite like this. Granted it’s in his favor that what he’s proposing isn’t anything you’d object to doing either. The ONLY thing that’s giving you pause is the fact that it’s a demon lord telling you to do this.
“Ah…I see you don’t trust me…smart. Tell you what, I’ll sweeten the deal. You seek to conquer and bring order to this miserable world do you not? You have the skill and ability, what you lack is time. So you seek immortality do you not? An immortality that even eluded your old master, and wouldn’t you like to succeed where he failed? Your answer lies where you’ve always known it to be. The Isle of Mortos. I know you’ve made a halfhearted attempt at trying to locate it again. Would you like to know where it is exactly located? I can tell you right now if you just kill that…ARRGH!”
Zelvix once again feel the effects of Semra’s ritual. At this point Morty’s body is desperately crawling over to Semra in an attempt to reach her. Also just as you suspected Zelvix uses some sort of magic to bring the bodies from the room behind you back to life, except these aren’t singular walking corpses. The pile of bodies have melded into each other creating a giant mass of flesh slowly rolling towards all of you howling and moaning while arms, legs and heads twitch about from it. It might be too big to get through the doorway, but you imagine that its sheer weight and girth will just break through the sides of the walls.
You’re still staggering from your recent mind assault, but now that you’re no longer being mentally attacked, you take a quick assessment of the situation.
Decena prepares to hold off the abomination by herself, Semra is still in her semi-trance and Zelvix continues to drag himself over to Semra.
The throne room itself is in shambles and pieces of dead bodies, entrails and blood are practically everywhere. A large broken crystal lies nearby, you can only guess that’s Zelvix’s former prison.
Semra says nothing. She just looks at you nodding, and reaches out for your hand. You give it to her and she grabs it. She then begins chanting. You take the opportunity to cast your mind shield spell on Decena who stands nearby watching every direction.
“So, THIS is what you’ve brought to beat me with Semra? I would’ve expected better from the likes of you. I don’t know why you’re even chanting that nonsense, it isn’t going to work on me you know.” Zelvix says. (It certainly isn’t Mortimer anymore just on how deep the voice is alone)
While the three of you stay silent, Zelvix continues to talk.
“I have no idea why you continue to blame me for your father’s death. Even I can’t control my underlings all the time. Your people made a deal with me and I collected, what’s so wrong about that?”
Semra continues to chant.
“You believe this woman? She holds a grudge longer than some hell lords do and at least they do for something reasonable like a stolen soul or something. She’s just whining. Bah, I’m done with her anyway, I offered another deal when she first arrived here for old time’s sake, but she refused.”
Zelvix’s banter is still met by silence.
“Anyway, how about you two? Oh no. No, I don’t think you’ll do. You’re too much in love with this one. While I think under different circumstances twisting your mind would probably be child’s play, I believe your master’s presence makes it a bit too much of an effort to even try. You want his approval so much that you’d probably strip naked, get down on all fours and open your ass, pussy and mouth at the same time to an entire company of orcs if you thought it would please him. Blind loyalty is such a beautiful thing at times. Shit, I should be so lucky to instill such devotion. Oh well, guess that’s why there’s torture.” Zelvix says to Decena.
Everyone continues to remain silent, but Zelvix now turns his attention to you. You didn’t feel it before, but you start to feel an oppressive presence within your mind.
“Now you I can work with. Can’t work with bitches anyway, too fucking emotional am I right? I’m sure you know what I’m talking about considering the company you’re keeping. You think a svelk female is bad? Heh, try a demon girl. Your dark elves don’t have shit on them. Lots of fun at parties though!”
You redouble your efforts to block out Zelvix’s words…
“I have to say, you’re quite skilled for a mortal. I’ll even admit, I like your style, showing no mercy to your enemies, ruling your territory with an iron fist, I can appreciate a mortal that rises above his slug like station. And you were quite low weren’t you? You were practically an abortion waiting to happen then through a minor mistake you got kicked upstairs. Good thing bureaucracy sucks doesn’t it? It’s okay though, you made the most of it and that’s what really counts. I mean here you are talking to me, one of the greatest demon lords in the infernal realms…”
At this point you’d almost make a deal with him just so he’d shut the fuck up. He continues to pace, but you notice he holds his head for a brief moment.
“Hrmm, starting to feel something…no it’s gone now. Nice try Semra, but you’re not getting anywhere. Now who was I talking to? Oh yes, the Eternal.”
You suddenly feel an even greater oppressive feeling on your mind. Between trying to support Semra, protecting Decena and fighting off Zelvix, you’re starting to feel the burden.
“Not easy is it? Protecting everyone? (Sigh) I don’t even know why you’re helping Semra anyway. You know she’d backstab you if it ultimately served her purpose. You’re not a stupid man, you have to know that she’s just using you right now and it’s not even for petty revenge. Well some of it is I suppose, but there’s something greater here at stake and she’s trying to achieve it. Let me tell you…”
Zelvix’s deep voice fills your mind despite your best efforts to block it out.
“She’s trying to revive the svelk Empire. Y’see she actually thinks by somehow killing me that the so called curse I put on the svelk will disappear. It’s complete shit of course. The reason for the svelk downfall is their own doing and none of my own. I didn’t cause their civilization to suddenly descend into civil war and rebellion, that had been coming for centuries long before I arrived. All I did was provide a service. A world saving one in fact. Why in certain circles one might even consider me a hero!”
You feel a greater drain on your energy as Zelvix continues.
“I bet she even told you that I’m planning on unleashing an army of demons on this world didn’t she? Pfft. Please as if I need to worry about such things, I have my own kingdom in the infernal realm with millions of subjects and even more souls to torment! If its one thing I’ve learned as a demon lord, it’s that you should only conquer what you can actually hold. I had a brother once who learned that lesson the hard way. Got his head chopped off by a mortal for his troubles. Hahahahaha! My brother was a fucking idiot!”
Zelvix laughs at his last statement, which is then followed by a roar of pain. Mortimer’s body falls to the ground and he begins twitching and convulsing.
“FUCKING BITCH! I’LL RIP YOUR SOUL APART! RAAAAARGH!” Zelvix shouts while Semra keeps chanting. If anything it’s given you a bit of temporary relief, but only for a little while.
“Well, it seems our little dark skinned whore has been doing her research. I may have underestimated her. The flaw of arrogance comes with being a demon lord I suppose…(Sigh) Very well then, as much as I’ve enjoyed chatting with you, I can see I’ll have to cut to the chase….”
You try to think of pleasant thoughts to block out Zelvix, such as ones with your time with Alison, but Zelvix won’t be ignored.
“Look, here’s the deal and it’s not even going to cost you your soul because I know you’re too smart for that. What it is going to cost is a little bloodshed and that shouldn’t be a problem for the likes of you, especially considering you never liked ol’ Morty anyway. Just kill Morty, I’ll take care of Semra and then I’ll be heading back to the infernal plane because honestly I’ve had enough of this world.”
You give no response, but you can feel your willpower getting to the point where you almost want to give in…
“Hey wait a minute. Maybe YOU want to kill Semra? She’s in the middle of her spell right now and you’re so close, there’s never been a more perfect time! You’d catch her completely off guard. You could easily take that dagger that she once stabbed you with and at last do what you’ve always wanted to do with it. Remember just like the time when you two were exterminating gnomes? Don’t you wish you could’ve taken that opportunity instead of following your orders? Well you have no one giving you orders right now. What is stopping you? You know you want to and all I want is to be free from this world. Kill Semra and I’ll happily open up a gate and return home.”
Zelvix deep melodic tone begins to make your mind succumb to his persuasion attempts. Never before have you experienced such a powerful force of raw will. Even in a few other instances where you faced a psychic assault it’s never been quite like this. Granted it’s in his favor that what he’s proposing isn’t anything you’d object to doing either. The ONLY thing that’s giving you pause is the fact that it’s a demon lord telling you to do this.
“Ah…I see you don’t trust me…smart. Tell you what, I’ll sweeten the deal. You seek to conquer and bring order to this miserable world do you not? You have the skill and ability, what you lack is time. So you seek immortality do you not? An immortality that even eluded your old master, and wouldn’t you like to succeed where he failed? Your answer lies where you’ve always known it to be. The Isle of Mortos. I know you’ve made a halfhearted attempt at trying to locate it again. Would you like to know where it is exactly located? I can tell you right now if you just kill that…ARRGH!”
Zelvix once again feel the effects of Semra’s ritual. At this point Morty’s body is desperately crawling over to Semra in an attempt to reach her. Also just as you suspected Zelvix uses some sort of magic to bring the bodies from the room behind you back to life, except these aren’t singular walking corpses. The pile of bodies have melded into each other creating a giant mass of flesh slowly rolling towards all of you howling and moaning while arms, legs and heads twitch about from it. It might be too big to get through the doorway, but you imagine that its sheer weight and girth will just break through the sides of the walls.
You’re still staggering from your recent mind assault, but now that you’re no longer being mentally attacked, you take a quick assessment of the situation.
Decena prepares to hold off the abomination by herself, Semra is still in her semi-trance and Zelvix continues to drag himself over to Semra.