Azran the Magic King of Darkness

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Chapter 09

Azran POV

Karl looks like he's going to burst a brain cell. I swear, it looks like his veins are going to pop out of his forehead.

"You Assh*le! How dare you draw the attention of all the world powers to us! Now the Dark Elves will be seen as your subordinates and attacked by every other nation. . ."

After that part I kind of just zoned out and ignored the rest of what he was saying. Becuase really, who wants to listen to some old man with a stick up his ass, go on a rant about something that doesn't even matter. It was kind of rude though, I mean come on, not even a thank you for destroying the invading army.

Really, just how ungrateful are you. I didn't see you summoning a God-level demon and manipulating him into getting rid of the army for you. Of course it was fun to watch the looks on their faces when he dragged them off to Hell. Yeah, definitely worth it. I'd do it again, if my mana pool wasn't so low and there was another invading army.

Damn. There's nothing interesting to do, I can't even go on a genocidal rampage because my mana pool is only at about 30 percent capacity. One of the bad things about having a large mana pool, was that it took forever to absorb enough mana to return fill it back up.

OMG. Karl's still talking, does he ever shut up? Hmmm. Maybe I should do something for the Dark Elves, I mean there's nothing for me to do anyway, and then maybe he'll shut up and leave me alone.

So what can I do for them. Hmmm.

'You could always teach them about advanced magic'

'Huh. Navaris is that you'

'Yes. I'm once again residing in your shadow.'

'Crazy. How come I didn't notice you?'

'Because you are used to me occupying this space. Anyway you should teach them about magic, so that you are prepared to teach Cthulu, when he\she is born. After all it is just about all you are good at.'

'Wait. You already named the kid? And what do you mean magic is all I'm good at?! I'm good at lots of stuff, like. . . . SH*T! I use magic for everything. Damn. Am I really only good at magic?'

'Of course, but don't worry that is sufficent. As long as you can be first in the field of magic, you do not have to have to be good at anything else.

This is a major blow to my ego. If I think about it, I really do use magic for just about everything from killing to sex. Well, I suppose I should practice teaching magic. That way if anyone dies, I can just blame it on him not following my teachings, and eventually I'll figure out how to do it right.

This way Navaris won't tear me to pieces, because I won't accidentally kill Cthulu. Come to think of it, Who the Hell names their kid Cthulu.

Hmm. Karl is still talking, it must have been at least an hour or so. I wonder what he's saying.

"Are YOU even listening to me, You Punk?!"

"Um, Not really, but I'll teach your mages how to use advanced magic theories, if you train everyone in swordsmanship, because I have absolutely no idea how that works. If I use a sword, I just put a whole bunch of mana into it and use it like an indestructable club.

The only reason I am offering this is because, if everyone sees you guys as my underlings, then you'd better be pretty freaking strong, or I'd be seriously embarressed.

Besides ruling the world would definitely be boring, just thinking of all the paperwork gives me a headache. So I'm going to need someone to take care of all the boring stuff, at least until the kids are old enough to take over. So I am hereby offering your race the opportunity to stand behind me while I conquer the world.

Well, it's not like you have a choice, as you said everyone's going to attack you anyway, so you might as well stand a fighting chance. Am I right?

". . . Fine, We accept your offer, but if you prove yourself incapable of ruling, we will no longer follow you."

"Whatever; I don't really care. Just have your best mages ready tomorrow morning."

Ugh. I'm already regretting this. If all of them are even half as annoying as he is I just might rip my ears off. At least then there would be some peace and quiet.

That just felt wrong, saying the p-word. I must be seriously bored to even consider the p-word. Something must be wrong with me. Me saying the p-word, is like a vegetarian suddenly deciding to eat a cow. . . while it's still living. Hmm. Actually that would be pretty funny.

Oh well. I guess I should review some of my weaker spells.

----One Month Later----

GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! I'm losing my mind! I haven't killed anyone in nearly 30 days!

My morale is at an all time low. Even torturing the Elven soldiers is becoming dull and boring. Why should I help the Elves? What did they ever do for me?!

Who cares about the elves? SCREW the Elves! I think I'm going into withdrawl, all I can think about is killing. Ah. Good old fashioned Murder.

The sweet taste of blood as it splatters on my face, the gorgeous sight of dismembered limbs and splattered brains, the delicious scent of fear and despair. . . AAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH! I can't take it anymore.

Hasan POV

He looks like this -

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It has been one month since the Master has started training us.

At first we thought he was insane and was just doing this for fun. He joined forces with Karl and gave everyone a vicious training regimen. We were forced to survive weeks of grueling training.

He would force us to cast spells until our mana pools were empty, while yelling at us and telling us how we were pathetic, and how the bugs he stepped on were worth more than our pathetic asses.

Then he would hand us over to Karl. Who would then force us to do every type of exercise imaginable. Then when we could barely stand, he would force us to stand straight and swing a sword in the exact same pattern, thousands and thousands of times. Up and down. Up and down. Over and Over again. It was Hell.

We were even given the worst food imaginable, the Master claimed it tasted like cardboard, whatever that is. All we knew was that it was tasteless, and did nothing but keep our bodies running. The Master even showed us a way to ignore the need to sleep.

He said it was something called coffee, apparently in his world some people worshipped it as a God. It was strangely addicting and would literally force us to stay awake, even when our bodies begged for sleep.

We could all feel it, the fact that our wills were slowly being eroded away, by the continuous degrading insults and soul destroying work. We were slowly being turned into the perfect soldiers, our only goal was the orders that we were given.

And finally, when we reached rock bottom, and clould not sink any lower, the Master came and told us that we were done.

He told us that we were warriors, that we had made him proud. He said that we were strong and ready for battle. At first we didn't believe him, but then some of us decided to test ourselves and sure enough, we were much stronger than before. The Master said all of us are at least master level in both swordsmanship and\or magic.

I think I understand now, the Master is actually a kind person. He wanted us to be strong, so he forced himself to make us train under wretched conditions in the hopes that we would finally become strong enough to stand behind him.

He is a kind, honorable person. He sacrificed his own feelings, forcing us to struggle for survival, while he ignored the pain that it caused him. And all of this was so that we could rise from the ashes of our previous existence, and become strong enough to survive the oncoming storm.

He is a truly honorable person. I am glad to serve him. Any person that is willing to sacrifice himself for his people is truly worthy to rule. I glance at all of my companions who fought towards this day and smile before saying

"Today, We have become the army of Azran, Magic King of Darkness. It is because of him that we hold this power, and I am prepared to repay him." With that I knelt and said

"I hereby swear loyalty to King Azran, forsaking all previous oaths, and dedicate myself to serving him faithfully, for the rest of my life."

There was a second where all was quiet, before I heard the rest of my companions kneel and recite the same oath.

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It was good to have a purpose in life again. We had stayed docile for far to long, it was time for war to sweep its way over the planet. And in the end Azran, our kind yet firm king, would stand above it all.

Azran POV

F*cking Elves! I swear, You teach them about magic and enjoy watching them despair for one stinking month and they expect you to jump on a throne and yell 'Follow me into battle men'.

What the Hell. . . I was using you assh*les, for entertainment. This isn't a democracy so why do I have to be your king?! You elves and your honor, who the hell needs honor? Everyone who does sh*t like fighting to protect their honor always ends up being the tragic hero. And who the hell wants to die protecting someone else, I mean you're dead so. . What was the point.

Ugh. I need to kill something, and I would if I could ditch that assh*le Hasan. He seems to be one of my self-appointed bodyguards, like I actually need one.

There seems to be nine of them and they call themselves by numbers so that when one of them dies, they recruit someone else to fill their position, without having to change how they address each other. Hasan is number one, and I have no idea who the others are.

But this is getting really obnoxious, I've kept to myself for most of my life and having a bunch of puppy dogs following me everywhere is getting old real fast.

Hasan is always spouting sh*t like 'Thank you for being our king' and 'You are an honorable man, who we are proud to serve under'. You know the really obnoxious kind of stuff you just nod you head to and say 'Uh-huh' without really paying attention. For some reason I just can't ditch him, he follows me everywhere I go like some love-sick puppy dog.

Damn it!

"Hasan. Grab the others and meet me at the castle in half an hour, I have to go get rid of a threat to the realm"

OMG. I sounded like such a pompous jerk when I said that. 'a threat to the realm' You only hear crap like that from second-rate re-enactors.

But it looks like crap like that is what is considered 'King talk', since Hasan just ran away to alert the other puppy dogs. Ugh. At least I'll get to kill something. Now all I have to do is find a bunch of people from this Shilian Empire place, so I can claim an imminent invasion and kill them all off.

Ah, it looks like all the puppies have gathered. It looks like there are 6 men and 3 women, with the women and half the men being swordsmen\women and the other men being magicians. I think I'll call them the Puppies. Yeah, I like that. It sounds way better than the Legion of the crows, or not.

It's not a bad grouping of people. The majority of them are experts at weapons combat, while the others are good at long range combat. Since I am rather weak when it comes to combat with weapons, I never really understood why you needed a sword when you could just rip someone's head off with mana infused hands, it makes sense to have most of them be hand to hand combatants. Then there is the smaller group which is good for long distance spells and healing, it is the perfect group.

Or at least it would be, if I actually wanted a bunch of bodyguards, that I don't need. But Sirenia insisted, and I backed off when she looked like she was going to turn into a ball busting nutjob, like her mother. Why do I always get stuck with the crazy ones? I mean, they're great and all but if you look at it from someone else's perspective, you see a giant tentacle goddess of death and destruction, and the gorgeous daughter of a woman who makes Markal look like a pussycat.

Now that I think about it. . . Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh on Markal's choise of a bride. I don't think I did much better, but at least none of my wives have ripped someone's balls off. That's one point for me.

Whatever. If I train them right, they could be the leaders of the army, so I wouldn't have to do any actual leading. Hmmm. Yes, that could work. I'm definitely not general material, but these guys have lived a whole lot longer than me, and probably know a bunch about strategy and stuff. I'm not like that though. They're like the generals who plan an attack, and I'm more like an atom bomb, that just destroys everything with raw power. Why bother with strategy, if I can just destroy it head on. Well I'll try to groom them towards that goal, but before that I'll need to increase our forces. Hmm. I wonder if they have cute beast girls in this world?

'You didn't forget that I am still with you. Did you?'

Oh, Sh*t. I totally forgot Navaris was in my shadow again.

'Well. I have already obtained a child, so I suppose I can allow a couple of concubines. What we have is eternal and will never end. So a few quick flings that will die out in a couple of short decades is within expectations. Pretty much all of the Gods have had hundreds of different mistresses, over the beginning of eternity.'

'Oh. Really? And since when does eternity have a beginning?'

'Eternity began when I began. And to answer your first question, Yes. But if you get serious with any of them, I will dismember them and call in a favor from Minerva.'

'Who's Minerva?'

'Markal's wife.'

Oh. . . . Damn that's harsh. Hey, Me. Remind me not to piss off Navaris in the future.

Well, we should probably get going. After all, the sooner we leave, the sooner I get to kill something.

"All right. Lets go"

And with that I lead the (Puppies or Legion of Crows) through the town and into the forest.

'Let the hunt begin.'

(former) King Cyril Percy Willams Jr. III POV

It burns.

My body is burning constantly, but I never turn to ash. My flesh is regenerating as fast as it is being burnt off.

I can feel them. The insects are eating my flesh, I can feel thousands of them inside me, Eating and devouring for an eternity.

I cannot see. The worms have eaten my eyes again. They will regrow soon, nothing except for pain and torture lasts forever here.

Ah. Maybe he will come today, or soon, I have no idea how much time has passed down here. But perhaps he will visit me today.

He is my only friend. His name is Markal. He visits me sometimes.

{Stockholm Syndrome anyone. I wonder where Azran learned to brainwash people.}

I am all alone down here, there is no other sentient being. So I eagerly await visits from Markal. Even though he makes the pain worse, he talks to me and I ignore the pain as I listen carefully to every word he says, making sure not to miss a single word.

Sometimes he yells and insults me, but I'm sure he's just venting his anger. Other times he complains about his work. . .I'm glad he likes me enough to trust me with his issues.

Sometimes he says I am a good listener, and the perfect outlet for his stress, then he proceeds to rip my insides out. That makes me happy, I'm glad to be of use to him. After all, I have to do everything I can so that he likes me, because I'm afraid of being left alone. So I decide to tell him what he means to me.

He has just finished complaining about some upstart noble, who is trying to rebel. It won't take Markal long to crush him, but it is still an annoyance. When he is finished, I try to talk but I can't open my mouth.

He notices my struggle and frowns before saying

"Very well trash, I will grant you one sentance. What do you wish to say?"

One sentance, how generous of Lord Markal. But one sentance is not nearly enough to show my immense appreciation for him continuing to visit me. Think Cyril. Think.

That's it. That is the biggest way to show that you care for someone. Yes. That will work. I open my mouth and say

"I love you, Markal"

Huh. He looks stunned. Maybe it sounded better when I thought of it, and a lot worse out loud. But it was the only way that I could show my gratitude for his continued visits.

Why does he look angry? Didn't he understand my words of gratitude?

"What in the F*cking Eight Hells is wrong with You? I will personaly visit you every day, to put you through the worst kinds of torture imaginable! And since I'm already doing that I will invent new ways to cause you eternal suffering!"

With that he stomped off through the flaming hallway, roaring for some torture expert.

YES! My feelings got across to him. He even promised to visit me every day. Really, that Markal, He is just too kind.

{LOL. Massive misunderstanding on both sides. Bad choice of words, Cyril, Bad choice of words.}

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