Would the demons, the draconids and the beastkin of the Empire surrender? Never. They would sooner launch a counter genocide or a race suicide contingency than allow humanity to subjugate them. They would poison their own land and water. They would sterilize their own children.
They would make sure that nobody could take their continent’s resources for at least ten thousand years, through any means necessary. Once it becomes clear to the greedier side of the nobility of how things truly were, the Federation would abandon their misguided mission to fill their own pockets and do what needed to be done.
The land of the demon empire would be razed. Rather than being a testament to the brave and resolute nature of the demons to never surrender even when threatened with death, it would be a lesson. The master race and their God would never be overruled.
The demons and their subjects would be annihilated. The world would never again return to its old ways. It would take the necessary step forward. Humans would be the undisputed supreme authority as they were meant to be.
They would be the only authority on this world.
But, it wouldn’t stop there. How could my Lord dare to limit himself?
The crawlers and their “gods” were next. The wyvern kings as well. Any of the unknown races that might exist underground between the surface and the core of the world would be rooted out and destroyed.
This world would become a paradise where humanity would reign for an eternity of unimaginable excess and abundance for them and them alone. Heaven would be cast down to Omicron for the first time ever!
It was the vaunted outcome that Orin would stop at nothing to see happen, for the sake of his fellow man. He had wanted to participate in it. He had wanted to make sure this outcome came to pass through his own actions on the front lines of the war effort.
He wanted to see that golden age of humanity. So many resources would be collected by humanity just from the demon continent alone, at least assuming they destroyed the demon empire before they destroyed themselves.
So much treasure would be found among the ashes of their wretched nation.
But… I guess I'll have to see it all in the halls of victory instead of the front lines… I'll be there with them too in the true heaven, watching everything unfold for my own eyes. I'll be able to finally rest as every good warrior should… When God establishes his world, he will bring us back to life and reunite us with those generations passed. All would be right with the world…
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Orin cannot afford to be sad, he refuses to be. There is no need to linger on it. He just fought a battle of life and death against his strongest opponent. He felt such a thrill in this battle. He fought with everything on the line and now… Now, he is going to die and receive his eternal reward. He will see Karise again, he will see Loman again, everyone he lost and missed…
There is a twinge of fear mixed with his anticipation as his heartbeat starts to falter. He doesn't wonder if he will be sent to hell for any of his ostensibly criminal and immoral activities.
He has faith in the right path to God, a path filled with blood and action, instead of empty prayer and mindless worship. He always viewed the empty headed clergy as a rather masturbatory class of humans, doing nothing but sing God’s praises and collect offerings when they could be giving their lives as his brethren had.
Still, there is a single moment where Orin fears the possibility that his actions, his life in general, have not been filled with honor, piety and meaning as he had thought. After all, there is a part of him that sees no real meaning in this death. A part of him that gnaws at his rationality right now. Perhaps it is actually his rationality speaking.
Has Orin truly accomplished anything by killing one man? Has he really done so? The man was surely not as powerful as even a lesser noble. Sure, he had helped the nobility by excising one of their tumors but was that… it? It felt so lackluster. So anticlimactic.
But then if that was truly meaningless, then why did he come here in the first place? Why did he do all of this? Why did he go down this path just to die while being engulfed in flames, forgotten and alone? What else is meaningless? Is God truly going to welcome him into the true heaven? What if he's not even paying attention to what he does, to what any commoner does?
If Orin's life truly were to end now, would he be cast into purgatory or limbo? Would he be reincarnated as some heretical faiths believe? Or would it simply be the oblivion of the atheist, that dreamless sleep that lasts for all eternity?
A million thoughts of this nature seek to rip his mind apart with doubt and uncertainty but luckily he is truly on the verge of death. Which is why his mind gets flooded with chemicals that wipe away his fears as if they never existed. He slowly starts to relax in the happy side of this situation.
He becomes jubilant as he realizes what he still has. He finally reaches a state of pre-death euphoria now, all his qualms erased.
He will meet his Lord soon. He will. He just knows it.
The fires left in the hallway are approaching him slowly. He won't feel it even if it engulfs him. If he's lucky, this little hallway fire will spread out of control and kill several demihumans within this building through smoke inhalation alone. He might still be able to accomplish an act of meaningful human insurgency out of this failure.
While the wretched demihumans and his fellow human commoners burn to death in this blaze, he will reach his promised land.
Once he dies, he will board the celestial ship manned by those who died in God’s loving embrace today. This ferry would be the only vessel that could traverse the oceans of hell that the damned find themselves eternally drowning in. He would sail hell with his blessed crew until he reached the shores overlooking the enchanted forests.