The time for the summoning was drawing concerningly close, and with it, hopefully success. Over the centuries there have been several attempts at messing with the heroic summoning, but none had been a success. Unless your intended goal was to kill everyone involved.

With this in mind, I spent years working with the soul menders and the higher minds of general Gath’toths’ branch to find a way to bend the gods rules so we could either kill or, better yet, control the summoned heroes.

After several attempts with various different ideas, the gods have started to become agitated. Meaning that this upcoming summoning was most likely our last attempt. If we were to fail here, the gods would either find a way to kill us directly or send a champion to kill us.

So far things have been going well. All we need to do at this point is to summon the heroes and go through with the attempt to dominate their minds.

We have a lot of the human kingdom of Devorial under our influence, but we are running out of time. I desperately hope that this works, if it fails I’m dead regardless, either to his majesty the king or the gods.

Looking at the time, I needed to go and hide with the two humans that will be greeting the heroes. We would have done the summoning ourselves, but demons can’t perform the ritual. Which was yet another struggle we tried to fix.

Morphing my body into the human that I had taken control of, I think his name was Nursen or something like that, I go to the place where the summoning would be taking place. The two humans were already there so I didn’t have to worry too much.

Though the faster this takes place the better, this area is drenched in so much angelic power that it makes my skin crawl. And I’m saying that while being in the second highest categorization of demon power.

My specialty has always been more of a sideline or background helper, but that doesn't change things too much.

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The humans have noticed me now, here's to hoping that things work out. “Hey hey, how are you two doing? Lady Arwin, Sir Roland.” I’m honestly surprised that they hadn’t noticed that I’m not their friend and just someone controlling their body.

“Hello Sir Norsin. Thank you for joining us.” Arwin says. I would have liked to influence her mind sooner, but again, the summoning can only be done by a human so we can’t even touch her yet.

I stand back, already knowing what to expect in the summoning having seen it more times then I’d have liked.

Feeling a sense of nervousness with this summoning being the last one that would happen for a while, I’m forced to just stand there and watch the spectacle unfold. While I may be a demon, I can’t not say that the summoning doesn’t look mesmerising, even after all this time.

The summoning goes without a hitch, calling forth the heroes that would ‘fight the demon king and save humanity!’ I’ll just leave out the part where it's the demon king who wanted to summon them, they won’t mind too much I don’t think.

Being blinded by the flash of light that accompanies the heroes arrival, I look out over the 43 heroes that should have been summoned. As the legends go, 43 heroes are summoned to our world and then trained by the kingdom that summons them until they reach their peak strength, at which point they fight and kill the demon king.

Looking out over the group to see if there was anyone worth noticing, I realise that instead of the normal 43 people, there were 44. Confused, I try to see if there was any reason as to why.

Almost immediately, I realise why there were 44 people as my eyes fall on a person with an aura of confidence, and death. Shrouded in a blanket of angelic power, looking at them making me feel like something was off, almost as if what I was seeing was some sort of false image.

Watching them, they turn to me and match my gaze. And that's when I realised, there was something that had gone horribly wrong. What I was looking at was incorrect, like it didn’t belong where it stood.

Wait, there's no way. The high concentration of angelic power, the feeling of something being wrong, the aura of confidence. They were definitely a champion of the gods! Our calculations were wrong, the gods had already acted out to kill us.

Freaking out, I leave the second that Arwin had started to bring the heroes to be evaluated, I have to inform general Gath’toth immediately! We’re out of time, we have to find a way to kill them before they kill us.