Soriana was sitting in one of the chairs that were once occupied by the Echlisiarchies council member posteriors. Now, a month after Rex had eliminated them and sent her and her squad on a mission to finalize the purge of the nobility, she once again found herself in the room where her new life had trully begun. Sure, if being technical, it started once she and her subordinates were defeated and branded, but it was here that the path of the war actually changed. From being one of pure extermination, to a purge of the malignant growths and cancer that had infested her home nation. All thanks to the Lord Bairon. She had to give credit where credit was due. The man, for all his flaws and inefficiencies, had, even if inadvertently, saved the remaining people of their home land. And for that, she could do nothing less than respect the man.
"Report." she spoke after that small internal monologue, quite eager to get their mission done, both interested and worried about their next mission. Her new master was trully a mystery, his thoughts and guiding principles quite the unfathomable thing. Still, its not like she trully had a choice in the matter, what with the brand and everything.
The next thirty or so minutes she listened to her squad members as they quickly summarized their own mission details, skipping over most of the small parts, only mentioning the larger battles or the more odd scenarios. Still, it was mostly as expected, a few noble daughters who offered themselves to be used how ever, in exchange for their continiued lives notwithstanding.
"What are our orders now sister?" her brother asked, a slight smile adorning his lips. He was the most happy about their circumstances, it was quite clear. He had been the more vocal one about the need to do something with the deep rooted corruption and alltogether decayed state of the nations nobility. So, it was no wonder that he had been more than just a bit enthusiastic when they recieved the order from their master to purge said nobility. He had been the more zealous in this task of theirs, doing more than double the work when compared with anyone else in their squad, her included. Not like she could blame him for it, nor would she. Their orders wer clear, after all.
"I would suggest that you all take a few days off while I contact our master and recieve our new orders."
"Why not allow me to take on that task sister? You go and rest along with our battle brothers, while I go and do that for you? This latest task had been more than just enjoyable for me after all. I feel both rested and invigorated like never before, our childhood before the order not including." Viliam spoke with vigor and a smile all over his face, a mood so good Soriana had not seen since their childhood days. And that in and of itself spoke volumes just how miserable her brother had really been, following her lead for most of their lives. Yet, never once had he complained, nor did he hold a grudge towards her. He loved her too much for that and she had proven time and time again she cared for him just as much. Thus, their lives had marched on as the blades of the Echlisiarchy.
Now though, it was bound to be different. The new hand that held them was in no need of mindless weapons, calling them to awaken their emotions and use that righteous heart that had set them on their path to good use. Well, for sure a better one than what they had followed till now. And neither Soriana, Nor Viliam, nor the rest of their squad could argue with that thruth, at least for now. Who knows just what their new master will demand of them once this campaign is over.
"Sis? So, how bout my proposal? Let me go, and take a rest, will ya?" Viliam nearly bounced out of his chair, one he had taken reluctantly, still to energetic from serving justice to monstrous nobles. And while Soriana was pulled out of her thoughts, she did not have time to respond to the question, as something else grabbed the attention of everyone, including the sibling duo. A cosmic raven had landed on the table and just stood there, as if waiting for their discussion to end.And once the attention was fully on the raven, a projection shot out from it, revealing Rex sitting on a sofa with a kitsune girl happily sleeping in his embrace.
"Good work on the job you had been asigned." Rex spoke in a calm and neutral manner. "Especially you Villiam. That was quite the zeal and vigor you displayed. I suppose you have an extremely high displeasure towards the corrupt?"
The man in question nodded, both hoping swearing to himself that he would never stoop so low as to become like the men he had executed during the mission.
"I will try to remember that and keep you away from any of the more grey areas, should the need ever arise. Tjough the rest of you did admirably as well. Now, rest for a few days, all of you. Then, and only then should you begin on the next mission that I have in store for you. i want you to look after and ensure no new tyrants take over the Echlisiarchy. I also need you to get people to fix and clean up the city you are in right now. It will serve as a trade hub one of secondary home cities for me. I need a rather large mansion to be built in the heart of the city. I will leave it in your hands to find proper architects and workers for the project. There is plenty of treasure within the vaults of the grand temple."
"Yes, master. We will not dissapoint." Viliam kneeled, showing his newly developed devotion towards the man.
"Right, another thing. If you hear word of any messangers of Namon, leave them be, as long as the message actually denounces the previous nobility, the prophet and his dogma. Cant have more of the same rise in the place of the old we just culled, now can we?"
"Understood." A single word that came from the entire group was all the response Rex recieved, though that was enough.
"Rest now. you have earned it." were the last words Rex spoke as he cut off the transmission.
"He he. Our master is indded as impressive. So much so, I cant figure out, should I be in awe, or terrified." with a light chuckle spoke Viliam. His own action was followed by a similar light laugh from a few more of the paladins, sharing his opinion.
"Well, I suppose I will see you all in a few days. Dissmissed." Soriana spoke, her words final, and with that, the group stood up and left the room, leaving only her and Viliam behind.
"Say sister, what do you think of him? Clearly you have seen more of his charater than we."
"A monster and an overprotective patriarch. There is no other way of putting it. A greedy and possesive monster that treats his own like precious treasures and with care, though do something to earn his ire and he will become the nightmare you can never escape."
"And, pray tell me sis, is that good or bad?"
"I dont know brother. I trully dont know, but it can be good, as long as there are those around him who can balance and calm him."
With a nod of his head in agreement, Viliam stopped asking anything about the topic, as the sibblings too finaly left the council room. Seems like they had been made the new council, or at least a provisional one and she would do her damn best to ensure that the Echlisiarchy, or what remained of it, did not return to the same path it had been taken off of.
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"Think they have what it takes to keep their nation on the right tracks this time?" Rex asked the kitsune snuggled in his side.
"Haaah," Izumi exhaled a long breath, nuzzling deeper into his side, but answered regardless. "They are a group of steeled individuals, with the the wills to do what is neccesary, now that they no longer pretend to not see the corruption. They should be fine, but its not like you are not keeping an eye on them."
"Guilty as charged." Rex chuckled in reply, quite happy with the sharpness his sweet fox continiued to show.
"Come, lets have a nice nap, shall we?"
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On a continent, far, far away from Rex and his actions, in lush oasis in the middle of an incredibly large desert, a grand temple stood. Built out of pristinely white marble, with countless statues of a stunning beauty placed all all around. A large and magnificent garden surrounded it. In the very center of it, a woman kneeled before an altar. Dark skin, long, sillky white hair that cascaded over her back up to her shapely and firm ass. Her eyelids fluttered and a moment later she opened her eyes, revealing her golden colored irisis. Youthfull, and beautifull, with curves that could elicit the desire in any man, alongside a beautifull face, made the woman a stunning sight to anyone who could lay their gaze upon her.
Her kneeling prayer was interrupted suddenly, the cause of her eyes opening. In front of her, a projection of the woman whose statues were displayed all over the temple, though in a much less grandioze fashion. The godess was entirely naked, save for the large pillow she had in her arms, tightly trapped within her embrace, covering her front from the kneeling woman. Even in all of her beauty, the praying woman still paled in front of the visage that had appeared so suddenly.
"My godess." the dark skinned woman bowed her head in reverence."How may I serve you?" she asked, devotion and absolute faith clear in her voice.
The godess bit her lower lip, as she hugged her pillow even tighther, a longing, half grow escaping her lips as she though of something, or someone, for but a moment.
"Amora. I have a task for you. Take your battle maidens and travel to the continent of Ramana. There, in a city called Blythe, a blood mage by the name of Rex resides. I WANT HIM." another wanton growl of lust, desire and possesivness escaped her throat. The godess was clearly high on her divinity, though Amora waited for her to finish, as a devouted follower should.
"Be carefull with your aproach though. He is both incredibly powerfull, as well as the champion of AZAROS." That did get a reaction out of Amora, even if only a slight one. The god of gods had not once chosen a champion since the first gods ascended, and now her godess wanted to have a taste of the first one? Made sence, she supposed. Her godess was a willfull one, though that did not lessen her faith.
"How would I claim him for you, my godess?" she asked the most crucial part. No matter who or what this champion was, she would die to fulfill her godess request, should it come to it. There was absolutely nothing she would not do to make her happy, even if only for a moment.
A playful smirk appeared on the godess face. "Dont wory Amora. Your task is as much a reward for you, as it is going to be for me. Go and have him fall for you. Have him bed you, and I shall everything through your body. As free as we are, I dont thing AZAROS would take kindly to me doing more than having a taste of his champion."
"As you wish, Godess."
With a flash of light, Nerzu's projection dissapered, as she plunged in yet another round of self satisfaction, AZAROS's champions visage in her mind, and his name on her lips, as her hand snaked its way towards her nether region once more.
Amora at the same time rose from her kneeling postion, and with a clear gola and purpose turned and left the room, summoning her battle maidnes and prepearing for a journey. They had quite the distance to cover, and she would not have her godess wait one moment longer than she had to. No, she would achieve her mission, no matter what. The task itself was tailor made for her. There was no way any man could hope to resist her body and charm for long, so all she had to do was reach the place as soon as possible. She was no fool though, everything was done with carefull and meticuluous planning, not leaving even a single think to chance as her group prepeared to leave the temple.
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"HA HA HA HA HA." AZAROS laughed with a glee, more than happy with the waves his champion was making. He was having the time of his life, for once not having any agency in the way a gods champion acted and moved around the world. That was a first, and he was enjoying it a bit too much, if one listened to Alphas comments. Bah, what could an attendant of a god understand of his reasoning and thought process. Even more hilarious were the actions of Nerzu. That minx had always skirted the line, though she was smart enough to always leave a way out for herself. As ahd she done now as well. Sure, she was thirsting for his champion, sure, she had corrupted more than one other of a similar background, but did it actually matter to him? of course not. His champion was made of sterner steel. Who knows, maybee this champion of his could corrupt and steal that pretty girl of hers, along with the entirety of her battle maidens. A perfect reverse to her own tactics and schemes. Now that would be fun to watch. ow, how he wanted to whisper to him, how he wanted to set this particular story in motion, but no. He would not. For while it would indeed be incredibly entertaining, it would go against his nature. And if, by any chance, that would still come to pass, oh ho ho ho, AZAROS could bask in it so much better.
He could feel his own expression shifting from exited, to thoughtfull, to conflicted, time and time again, his flaring desire as well as self controll and love for drawn out plays, battling over the best possible course of action. Any yet, he stayed his hand. The potential of the situation was limitless. he knew just how many pf the other gods were scheming and making new plans with his champion in mind. Plans to corrupt and draw him over to their side, plans to make him into instrument of their own will. Lust and desire to claim what was his. Pure jelousy of the attention AZAROS was paying to him, resulting in plans to end his live, or worse.
Ow, the endless entertainment a single soul brought over in his name has delivered. If he was this conflicted and stirred by a single move from NERZU, just how much fun will be attained from the rest of the plots? The rest of the interactions? Right now, what he hoped for was quite simple. He hoped, trully hoped, Rex would not absorb a greater core of a dungeon, thus starting his actual path toward godhood. That, that would stop most, if not all gods, from actually going through with their plans, cutting short on his fun. And yet, that too he would not act upon. Yet again he would let Rex make his own choices, for better or worse. He had a growing suspicion that the man would continiue to suprise him in a positive manner and as the first of the gods of this realm, he had learned eons ago to trust his intuition.
And as he was both agonizing and grinning like a mad man over the current situation of the lower realm, he could not miss the sulking visage of Alpha off to the side. His right hand, his most trusted servant. What happened to her, he wondered. The stunningly beautifull readhead of an angel had been the personification of playfullness and curiosity, millenias ago when he chose her as his attendant. He had been just as adventuruos and playfull as he was now, his personality long since established, but nevertheless, Alpha had slowly changed. Untill finally, she was the forever scolwing and no nensense woman that was brooding off to the side now.
He had considered multiple times a way to reignite her old spark for adventure, though nothing he had sent her on had achieved said goal. And now, now that he was having the time of his life he could not be bothered to try and reignite said spark. He was having a lot of fun now, more than he has had for ages. And that would not change, even in spite of a permanently sulking angels presence. Since a simple question would be met with even more brooding and sulking he decided to leave her alone with the thoughts swarming her mind, and focus on the excitement that he was right before his sight. A shit eating grin returned to his face as he once again refocused on the vision in front of him, detailing Rex and his current activity. He was swinging his blade as he dashed from monster to monster, cleaving through a couple of them at a time. Clearly his champion was either training or just unloading some of his own frustration on the poor monsters.
"Ahh, now that is life." AZAROS smiled, sliding back into his divine throne, zoning out everything else and focusing on the story unfolding in front of him.