Chapter Seventy Nine, The Emperor.
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Time seemed to be flying.
It felt like just yesterday he had been graced with the image of his deity...
Yet now he was sitting within a broken cathedral, an ancient and abandoned church. It had been a little over a month, and in that small time, he had amassed a follower count of over two dozen.
He had brought almost thirty people over to the darkness. He had brought them under Satan's wing, and let them become Demonic Tethers as well...
He had created a new faction of supernatural entities.
Witches and Warlocks.
He himself was the first of this clan.
They simply called him, One.
He was their leader here in the aboveground, the Avatar of the Demon King himself...
He had grown to the fourth order in this short month, the rest of his new companions still being fifth and sixth order trash.
Only the strongest of them were capable of affecting the world in even the smallest way. Yet he was already opening up new paths.
With his power as a fourth order tether, he was capable of pulling the tiniest fraction of power from his contracted demon.
Considering it was Satan himself whom he was contracted with...
Even a fraction of his power was enough to deal real damage.
He could cast low level curses with such intricate control that one would think he may even have been in the third order.
The same realm that the fabled demon Malak was... The demon that killed the first human king...
One smiled, grasping at the throne in his hands.
He would climb the ranks with the help of his lord, and he would conquer the lands.
Starting with the ancient kingdom they resided within.
Sunvera.
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It was night, but the light of the moon seeped through the castle windows.
A man sat on a throne, his hands grasping at the arm rests beneath him.
He had pale golden, almost white, hair. It stood straight up, betraying normal gravity, and he was lacking a shirt. His body seemed to be burned and scarred, the pains of battle and training being evident within his skin. There was a sword laid against his throne, and it's hilt gleamed beneath the moonlight.
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Slowly, the man's hands travelled to his face, attempting to wipe the exhaustion from his mind.
"I haven't seen you in a long while... How did you even know I was here?" He questioned the darkness, continuing to rub at his face.
There was no response, but he patiently waited.
It was only a few seconds, yet the silence was loud.
Slowly, a woman emerged from the shadows, stepping into the moonlight as he fixed his face and gazed forward.
"I'll always know where you are and you know this... We are tied together."
The Emperor of the human dynasty squinted his eyes.
Arthur Wu.
He sighed deeply.
It had been many months since he had last seen his sister.
Of course he had kept tabs on her, but, Diana was of similar intelligence as he. It was hard knowing where exactly she was all of the time.
Despite the fact that he was a third level human, and the most powerful living in this era...
His level one sister was able to escape his eyes sometimes.
Arthur was a practitioner of the ancient arts passed down by their ancestors, he was an expert in sorcery and cultivation. He knew countless spells, and even more incantations.
He was even privy to the fabled stone skin sorcery that not many had been able to awaken in the bloodline.
Arthur was a talent that hadn't been seen since Sumer IV... That was roughly four hundred years ago!
The year seven hundred was nearing, and they would soon enter a new century...
As Emperor, he was attempting to pioneer a new world like his predecessors had. Unfortunately, he couldn't implore the help of his genius sister that was more advanced in innovation than he was...
But, Arthur had a small group researching alchemy alongside himself. Soon, there would be false life to assist in the daily lives of real living creatures. Machine, and automated structures that could do things on their own, without the sustenance of a human to keep them working.
It would make life far more...
Just, far more.
"Anyway, sir Emperor... I'm here to tell you something incredibly important." Diana spoke, Arthur lifting a brow.
"And what might that be?" He questioned.
Like before, there was a silence.
He was starting to wonder if his sister's social skills had deteriorated...
"I have taken interest in a man...."
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"Y-You have what?"
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Kieron and Lokreum followed behind the Immortals and Gods as they travelled back up the mountain.
"How long do you give it?" Kieron inquired, walking with his hands behind him.
"Given the distance from the primordial realities, and the dilation of time in this space... Likely less than five years." Lokreum nodded with a hand on his chin.
"The Ignotovian has already devoured it's own reality... It has become a living reality that is traversing the Cosmic Sea. With each devoured reality, it will only grow more powerful. Even if you take away it's Ignotovian Trait as of now, it still has the authority of a level sixteen at the very least..." He explained.
Kieron nodded, a sigh escaping.
"Level sixteen upon birth if you think about it... And it's already on the verge of level seventeen. Five years of growth... With such a powerful trait, it can easily top our gods. It's following it's desires and not even caring about anything else." Kieron said.
"It's almost a false life... Born with so much power, it doesn't know anything besides... power... So of course it is going to strive to have more of that. A natural born, power hungry, render of realities..." He chuckled, a sigh escaping his lips.
The Fate Lord was getting more accustomed to his powers, and returning to his old ways.
Lokreum smiled in response.
By the time this new era would be thrust into motion within the planet of Letalis... The Gods would disappear for an unknown amount of time...
If the Pandora Expanse was fully realized... This may have been an age that fell into the history books.
But...
Thankfully most of the existing people don't worship any of them truly, only the false deity created by Vera...
As for the Beastkin and the Underworlders?
Alacor and the Banished Son would be out of commission for a while...
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