With a wicked grin plastered on his face he was engulfed by the raven’s shadows also known as the darkness of the void. Did I just narrate myself in a third person? Yes, I did.. why ask? Feigning ignorance he gave a simple reply
Appearing seemingly out of nowhere, stood a figure of an imposing man, glaring in the direction of soaring tower. What?! You want me to stop with my half-arsed attempts of my third person narrations? Hmph!
Leaving the void I fluttered through the air and with a graciousness of a sparrow landed softly on the unsuspecting group…. … … What now?! Want me to skip the usual bs? But.. but L
What? You want me to wait for a second? Why did I have to return to the void both of the times to make another appearance? Hmm.. Instead of teaching you common sense.. how about I ask a question for a change.. Sup with the retarded questions you keep on asking?
Well.. whatever.. I was getting bored of that myself.. Either way.. After leaving the void and taking in the surroundings I could’ve sworn that for a few seconds I saw a strange floating box that had floating text “Fate used Destination Forest! …. ….. ….. …. It’s super effective! Warning.. Due to excessive shock you have been mentally wounded for the rest of your life… …. … …Notification.. You’re already suffering from complete mental disorder.. … … Mental debuffs do not stack… … … Mentally wounded is ineffective… … … Fate runs away.” After which the box disappeared.. yet again.. whatever. Looks like I’m in a forest again. *Sob*
Oh well.. at least there’s the tower.. What tower and why did I come here? Obviously to begin my conquest.. This pointlessly tall tower belongs to the current Governor of the Shadows.. Why “current”? Because the original one had his mana choke on himself and could no longer fulfil his responsibility due to dying. Mana devouring their owner rings a bell? That’s right those guys are the crazy fanatics that are obsessed with darkness.. Why is a sect included into 4 powers that govern the Demon Realm? Yet another pointless question.. I mean cmon.. Even if they were baby eating goat humping fanatics.. In the Demon Realm, power dictates common sense and this guys are pretty strong.. Even with strange tendencies for dark things they are still demons that have devoted thousands years on studying and developing their dark magic.. they’d be the laughing stock of the Demon Realm if they wouldn’t reach this high while wasting so much time on experiments..
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So why am did I came to face such a powerful enemy alone and now am knocking on their front door? Obviously because unless my father secretly a devoted member of their sect and has lured me here as a sacrifice for their dark magic then I doubt that they would be able to cause any real damage to me… Besides I have a plan.. What’s with that laugh? Are you mocking me?!
… … … .. *Sob*
Damn the door is opening!
“Welcome stranger, what reason do you have for coming here and knocking on our temples door?”
Whew.. Safe.. I think I might’ve reached my father’s speed, if only for a second, while trying to wipe my tears away. Either way this fella completely covered in his black robe is weird.. What do you mean I’m not one to talk? *Inner sob*.. Anyway.. I should probably answer him with something already since it’s already been more then half a minute since he inquired on the reason for my visit here… Now it’s getting awkward. Uhm..
“Greetings.. I have come to take over as the one and only true Governor of the Shadows and guide the devoted followers of the true darkness to a path that’ll help them to forever join it in it’s solitude.”
Obviously by that I mean that I plan to become my cannon fodder in the future and once they die I’ll let them delve in the eternal darkness of my the pit called my toilet and have all the solitude and bonding with darkness that they would ever have dreamed of while cleaning my shit. Somehow I feel like I have a talent at leading people to war.. I mean look.. I can even make good use of the dead.