Ildrid rattled with every movement, traders and common Demon kind moved out the way, as the Undead marched along the royal roads. It took one month for Ildrid and Maras to march into Cahovia. They did not take over the administration, instead they negotiated with some of the Demon Lords and Devil Lords to change the regime. The grand fiery city of lava and many kinds of Demons were intrigued by the Necromancer’s proposals, particularly one of them. They entered through the grand plazas and boulevards, the strange Demonic gardens were passed by before the two Undead flanked by a bunch of Spectres and Wraiths entered the royal palaces. Maras was ready to teleport out of the city, and begin war at the slightest bit of intrigue against them. Lord Uther, the ambassador to the Devils, a man who had survived two regimes stood before the two Undead; with neither happiness nor anger, a slithering specimen who could live under any regime. The room was tense, Maras and Ildrid had waged a devastating war on the Demons which had led to another toppled government. Now power brokers stood in front of each other, discussing the future of the Cahov.
“In exchange for leaving our world alone, we will pay you in Bacterium crystal. As you well know it is highly valuable for it’s ability to make things grow, and to create water,” Maras explained.
Ildrid looked at the Demons, they were all poker faced, not making any discernible expressions, still intrigued on what was going to be said.
“You will be permitted to enter the continent of Bacterium to hunt them yourselves. But anywhere else with military purposes, and we will fight you,” Ildrid said.
Uther looked at the two of them and chuckled slightly.
“You want us to be some sort of Republic, you will pay us, and we are allowed to go to Bacterium ourselves, that’s the deal?”
“It’s a better deal than you deserve,” Maras said truthfully, “it is also the most profitable deal. The other continents have nothing on them, Bacterium is useful to us for we can harvest death mana, it is useful to you because the resources from Bacteria can help your economy.”
The Demonic Lords could not argue with the Undead ethereal beings logic, he was unequivocally right.
“We agree to your terms skeleton, now go back to your world,” Uther said, clasping his nasal bridge, “I can’t believe this…” he said to the other Demons.
“I assure you, the Undead remember,” Ildrid said, a potent warning, “we have a very long memory.”
The Undead left, a portal opened by Basara using the green crystals led them out back to Bacterium. The Demons now argued with themselves.
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“Lord Uther are you seriously thinking we should create a republic?”
“A republic seems fine,” Uther whispered, nearly tutting in frustration, “Cahrin, then Agelas. Why not calm down, accept the bribes, occasionally take some Bacteria crystal.”
“Yes,” a different Lord, a Lord of Volcanar said, “I agree with Uther, I also agree with Maras. The rest of the Human world is all hassle and no profit.”
“Volcanium, there is another matter we must discuss…” Uther said, everyone looked at Uther with distrust and anxiety, “apparently some sort of exile port has been established, a city called Aterpea. It consists of deserters on the Continent of Sand.”
“And?” Volcanium rumbled.
Volcanium was a large Draconic being that was nearly four metres tall, his whole body was the colour of volcanic obsidian, a dragon like creature, an old Lord, and most importantly quiet.
“I have seen a few different regimes, the Cahrin, then this Agelas. I let him do whatever, I’ve seen the dynasty before the Cahrin when I was a little boy. Oh the Oldregars. Monarchies are overrated. They work fine if you have a good ruler, but otherwise, they are often as bloody as incompetent. If we are being paid to not invade. It might not be such a bad thing,” Volcanium rumbled along, coughing at the end of it all.
Volcanium’s draconic eyes stared down the room, and soon the others were more a less in agreement. Uther however had been ignited into an explosion of emotions, his true opinions left his mouth.
“You were the one!” Uther leapt up, “you killed Agelas!”
“As he killed Cahrin.”
“They were already killing each other!” Uther protested, “everyone knows that Agelas merely cleared up the mess.”
“I’m hardly a Cahrin loyalist, he started a war that cost millions of Demons their lives. He kept slaves which soon enough rebelled and caused chaos,” Volcanium explained, “why should I-”
“Damn you Volcanium, Damn you!”
Uther was livid. Uther threw up his arms, and was about to take weapons out.
“Yes you were part of the subjugation effort, and I hurt your pride,” Volcanium rumbled, which soon transformed into a chuckle, “don’t take it so personally.”
“If you were so against the invasion why didn’t you say something?” Uther protested, his voice sharp intending to cast aspersions at Volcanium.
“Lord Cahrin was not one to take disagreement as anything less than treason,” Volcanium bluntly and defensively said.
“You’re not even a true Demon!” Uther said, hitting a sore spot, which instead of producing anger produced laughter.
Volcanium grinned with his canine teeth, his dark igneous rock skin having dark red magma welling up from his mouth. He blew a flame out like a smoker would blow a cigarette.
“Uh you Demons are so tiresome,” Volcanium growled, “my father served the dynasty before the Cahrins. 542cc our family moved from the Drake Isles to the Cahov Empire. We founded Volcanium.”
“Thank you for the history lesson, but that still makes you an outsider. Unworthy to even be a Lord.”
“We served Cahov in war and in peace,” Volcanium breathed, “Drakes are not popular among Demons but like you Fire Demons, we are very familiar with fire.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Uther said slamming his fist onto the table.
It echoed briefly, the other spectators tensing in these momentous moments. History was being made. Everyone eyed their weapons, some administrative clerks, merely flicked their eyes around, wondering who was going to make the next move.