Death is inevitable. Sooner or later, the end of existence will come, and it doesn’t matter whether it will be the end of a pathetic ant, which a person simply did not notice and stepped on, or a powerful Deity, capable of creating entire worlds out of nothing, forcing him to indulge in emptiness out of boredom. Death will overtake everyone.

People think that after death there will be an afterlife waiting for them, that rebirth or even the underworld awaits them, but in fact, when a person, an ant or God dies, they simply cease to exist and turn into nothingness. He is no longer there, either physically or spiritually; after death, only memories and a cold face remain, on which a smile, sorrow, anger and many other expressions that one can only imagine could once be seen.

The bodies remain, but life fades away forever. Human bodies are just carcasses created by the Gods so that the living could walk, see, breathe, feel, think and create. Bodies are an impeccable tool for interacting with the world with their nature; it is them that we value more than anything else in the world, and not some kind of life. Life is nothing more than food for bodies, and bodies need to be managed. Otherwise, I simply don’t understand why they are needed if not to serve.

It doesn’t matter whether a person died or not, their bodies are still intact, which means they can still serve for the good and in the name of great goals. By saturating them with vitality, you can create something amazing that a mere mortal could never even dream of. This is something we did, we collected mountains of dead people in a cold damp cave around which a bunch of flies had already begun to gather, and while the small pests had not yet eaten them, we began to create a handle for these tools, to connect their bodies with our minds so that we could control them as if they are our new fingers attached to our bodies.

The singing of souls can be heard, or rather felt, for a magician there is no difference between all this. The touch of a mysterious, incomprehensible force is like a sixth sense for mortals. With our singing we took these instruments into our hands, controlled them like dolls, they could even think for us, speak for us, walk for us and die for us anew. Only with the latter this is hardly possible in any way since there is no longer life in them, instead their bodies are saturated with magic.

When they are struck with a sword, spear, ax or their body parts are crushed, they simply fall and pretend to be dead. Those whose flesh has not rotted go to the vanguard so that the enemies believe that they are fighting the living and not the dead. It will be too easy to defeat them all without pretending to be alive, otherwise the Lord will not enjoy the spectacle that I have prepared for him.

Verhein, my lord, I am your faithful servant, bringing a wonderful gift...

A radiant smile lit up on my face, and sparks of lightning flowed from my fingers, enveloping a gigantic storage of bodies.

... I give you war.

At the moment when magic tied their souls with chains, thousands of dead people first began to move, then look, look around, and only then, having gotten used to the fact that black liquid was flowing in their bodies instead of blood, they began to rise to their feet. Thoughts swirled in their heads, thoughts too virgin for them to break free. Too primitive and pathetic for them to really think.

I delved into the memory of each of them, instilling new personalities, submissive to me and my ideals. They will behave like humans, but will be deprived of all feelings such as pain, hunger, fear and suffering. They will serve me faithfully until I get rid of them. This is my army, just part of my lord's domain.

Crowds of dead people who filled the cave from edge to edge, at my silent order, just by touching their souls with my thoughts, dressed in armor scattered next to them, others repeated the same thing, but dressed in rags, hiding the wounds from which they had once died. Many of them could barely move due to the fact that the meat did not adhere to the bones, I get rid of them immediately, deprived their bodies of magic and they fell dead, devoured by their relatives, feeding them with meat.

Over time, they will all rot, because real life as such does not flow in them, their life is replaced by magic, which is why they don’t have much time left, but now I need them to play their role in a grandiose performance. They already died once, so they will kill again.

A fun show unfolds in the kingdom, I expected that there would be a war between the kingdom of Lakuus and the duchy of Durslagdt, but the death of King Leff provoked a struggle for the throne between the rightful heir and the usurper.

Draun Rudrin should not hope that his miserable garrison will be able to crush both the Duke and the Crown Prince with the army sent by the noble houses. His defeat is only a matter of time, and in order not to wait for this, I immediately began to prepare for a fun show, for the war between the young and bloodthirsty prince Monrid and the old warrior Duke Fellrick. It is for this occasion that I am raising an army from the dead in order to create parity between them and make the war long and painful, and most importantly, the most memorable.

When the Lord gets tired of it, it may stop, but now everything is just beginning. The Great Verhein wants to taste human suffering, and he will receive it. The great demon will watch as the earth becomes saturated with blood, bitterness, anger, suffering, tears and despair. I'm sure all this is not enough to completely satiate a real demon.

Who am I kidding?

I chuckled to myself.

It won't even satisfy me.

"So what now?"

Prince Monrid asked me standing nearby, dressed in a steel cuirass while I watched as the army of the dead gathered in a camp near the capital, whose walls were already visible beyond the treetops.

Coming closer to him, I looked into his brown eyes, which showed thirst, thirst for blood. My brother couldn’t wait to try dishes with human meat, but he definitely wanted more than just that. I perfectly see all the vices of humanity and see how, through a mask of cruelty, the young prince desires fragile female affection. Blood, however, he wants more and yet...

"Do you want me?"

I said seductively, touching his chin with my fingers and slightly tilting my head to the side.

I played with him, provoked his lust, his passion for beautiful women and the meat he could taste. I am close to caressing him, licking his neck and making him act as I need. However, my brother turned out to be not as morally weak as I initially expected. He tolerated my gaze, turning his eyes towards the marching army of the dead. He clearly had a question to which he couldn't wait to know the answer.

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"You have always rejected me, Reykuta. From the moment we met, you have always remained a mystery to me. Why are you doing this?"

Funny.

I grinned.

You didn't meet me then.

His words amused me, awakening in me feelings forgotten by my absorbed soul. I rejected it and, putting a hood over my head, passed streams of magic through my body, establishing a mental connection. The army of thousands instantly froze in place, and then turned their heads to Prince Monrid, looking at him with a dead, indifferent gaze. Monrid seeing this widened his eyes. This action only caused the prince to feel fear. It literally shone through the song of his soul, he was like an open book, which was easy to read on his face.

He asked countless questions and addressed them to me. The prince did not say a word, but only watched and waited for my actions. He waited, trembling, for betrayal or a response to such drastic actions, and he received it. I gently grabbed the prince’s palm and pointed it at the army that was waiting for my orders.

"They are yours, Monrid."

I began to speak affectionately, circling around the prince with slow steps.

"Each of them will do for you everything you wish. If you want to wipe out Ran from the face of the earth, they will do it without hesitation or doubt. If you want them to die and become your dinner, they will kill themselves, just order and the feast will be ready. To have such "Loyal people are a valuable enough gift for not asking stupid questions, answers to which you will never hear."

The prince, having heard my words, stood for some time with a surprised expression on his face, but for a moment looking away at me, he still said with surprise:

"It turns out that the Maledict family had such a huge army with them all this time."

Monrid said without taking his eyes off the frozen dead.

"You could have conquered the kingdom at any time, but you didn't, why? This is my wish, I want to know the answer."

Shaking her head she immediately made it clear to him that he would definitely not receive an answer to this question.

"This is my condition, you will not open my past like some kind of sarcophagus, instead you will just take these dolls and use them. That’s what I want, because I love you.”

My soul bleeds to lie like this, but it is necessary otherwise I will lose it.

"What are you up to?"

The prince asked very seriously.

"I am loyal to the royal family, I will serve you for the rest of my life."

"Lie."

Monrid said contemptuously, making me grin again.

You are not so easily deceived.

I mentally gave the order and, demonstratively snapping my fingers, forced the army to continue marching to the camp where they would subsequently join the main forces gathered by the faithful followers of the "new world” cult. A battle for the capital is coming, which we will win without any problems. Even if by some miracle they crush our army, at any moment I can come out and burn with lightning and fire every person that catches my eye, everyone.

"Reykuta, you really are my sister?"

Monrid suddenly asked.

In reality this is not entirely true. My mother, or rather the mother of this shell, is called Darachis and she is the sister of Queen Bentia. You can say that we are cousins, which means that according to the laws of this kingdom we can even get married. However, I am not so stupid as to indulge in a boring life with some bloodthirsty cannibal, I swore allegiance to the lord, just like my mother. I am true to my ideals, ideals that go beyond human understanding and his petty desires.

Soon this world will be covered by a storm and this storm will devour everything its hand touches. The Lord will reveal himself when the feelings of fear become unshakable and sensitive, tearing the world apart. All you have to do is start and the world will fall. No shooting star can fix what's coming. The so-called Gods are just powerful spirits, they are not capable of anything. Let them continue to throw stars from the sky, they have already lost by not allowing me to die then. They are no longer capable of anything except helplessly watching and hoping for mortals.

In the meantime, I decided to answer Monrid’s question while straightening my golden hair:

"Yes, brother, I'm your sister."

I said affectionately and, looking at him with delight, kissed him on the lips, intertwining our tongues together.

This feeling, it’s wonderful, shivers throughout my whole body. I feel pleasure, I want to be naked and indulge in lust like a mad animal. I want to get dirty in the juices of passion, I want to feel euphoria and again feel the touch of my lord, the lord of change Verhein. Breathing hotly and moaning with lust, I felt how easily I now chained the Monrid soul in my mind. Now I am absolutely sure that he is mine.

Mmm~...he wants the same thing.

Intertwining our tongues, he feels my chest with his palm, squeezes my nipples with his fingers, trying to squeeze something out of them. And all this in front of the cultists and the dead. This might even frighten or confuse an ordinary girl, but not me. I haven't cared about such things for a long time.

But he knows how to treat women and you can’t tell that he previously raped the mediocre Ilifreeta. It's a pity, sister, that you lost such a groom.

Although in reality I didn’t feel sorry for her at all. After all, it was I who cursed her only so that her family would abandon her and kill her, which in fact almost happened, but she disappeared and could hardly do anything. Chaos, war, death and destruction will inevitably enter these lands, it’s all in my hands. I am the creator of this madness, I am a legend of the world and I am no longer the same as before. I opened my eyes to the future, present and past to understand one thing: how insignificant I am compared to the darkness that surrounded me and that ultimately enveloped me.

"Reykuta..."

Monrid said with lust.

"I want to fuck you."

"Just don't eat me. Hee hee hee~..."

I giggled and the next moment he lowered his trousers, stuck out his penis, and used it to touch my legs.

"Hop!"

I had to jump on him and grab his back with my hands while the servants around me ignored us and continued their march. Riding on his dick, I moaned loudly, our call for love echoed throughout the forest. I finally felt what I had wanted for so long, I felt the touch of my master, as at that moment when he took possession of me, I will never forget it.

Not as pleasant as with tentacles, but a person’s penis can also give pleasant sensations... Mmm~... great. A little more... mmm~... yes. Oh yes!

"Let a new world begin! Hahahahaha~!"

I cried out, moaning passionately, and the cultists around, also indulging in passion and staging an orgy, repeated our cry after me.

"Let a new world come!"

"Let a new world come!"

"Let a new world come!"

A small prologue before the big show.

Our passion lasted a long time, the prince eventually became exhausted and released his seed into me. He turned out to be a strong guy, although he didn’t realize it. I, in turn, was not enough, however, from now on I was always not enough. Only the ruler could completely quench my thirst, and man is just entertainment. For me, this is also an opportunity to make Monrid fall in love with me and become a queen, and when this happens, a new demonic enclave, a demonic lake of lust, will arise on these lands.

Rising from the feet of the tired prince, I ordered the dead:

"Hurry up."

Although these words were not necessary. They will do everything anyway or die completely.