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Yes. Brutus had indeed been proclaimed a Lich King without my person being there to witness such an event, and no, I did not berate his person for reaching such a height. Instead, I congratulated his person for obtaining the title and evolution. Of which came with the promise of granting a section of land upon our world in order to allow him to rule.

"I thank you, My Lord God," he spoke reverently, bowing slightly towards my person, but was stopped when I laid my left, lesser clawed hand upon his right shoulder.

"No, my Lich King," my voice was full of amusement at the new title of his, "I still detest such actions towards my person, as you well know. So come, we shall have you flex your authority upon the next venture into our world of Terra."

"You mean-?"

"Yes, Brutus, you shall be accompanying my person when the next summoning is to take place. This time, however, we must have you done a skin, of sorts, in order to blend in with the rest of the crowd."

"My Lord God?" his head cocked towards the right shoulder, showing a twinge of curiosity within the pinpoint, emerald coloured eyes before that which was within all Undead stole it away.

"I shall be applying one of my Grand Illusions upon you, Brutus. Of which will help you to stay hidden beneath the gaze of the False God of Terra. So come, and let us prepare our departure."

Before any of you ask, Brutus, my newly formed Lich King and a few others were transported from the desert world governed by the Goddess Nira, and into the Laboratory which was Rojaahn's domain. This was done so the moment his reports grew sparse, and news of a mass of Gods and Goddesses appeared upon such a world to do battle with him and his.

This collection was worrisome for my person, as the thought of losing one of my most loyal subordinates would damage my strength considerably. Especially one who I had invested much of my time and energy to create and use. Yes. The I of yester-year considered them all to be merely pawns to be used and thrown away, but that was before we had grown into a family, of sorts.

Now? Now they are my closest and most dearest friends and allies. Ones that I can count on in any instance, just as they are allowed to call on my own for whatever issues they may have.

In any case, these Gods and Goddesses had dared to rise up against one of my own, going as far as to destroy his own subordinates until it was only himself, a few others, and a massive host of spirits under his direct control. Of which were thrown at these beings in a wondrous battle full of violence, blood, and death. However, that is for another time and another place.

For now, I led him to the garden area, whereupon we were met by Azazel who was sipping tea upon a large quite of some sort. Next to her was an elegant, snow white Dryad who was smiling down at the little-girl-who-was-not-a-little-girl, as she chatted up a storm with her. However, it came to an end when the pair spied my skeletal self and Brutus. This led to the Dryad bowing towards my person before leaving the area, whilst the other stood up slowly and brushed off her pale, blue one-piece dress.

"Ah, Undead Karastak, so good of you to come," her face grew into a maniacal grin as she noted who was with my person, "To you as well, Lich King Brutus." Her emphasis on the title he had just gained caused my mental self to frown, as such a thing usually did not bode well from one or both parties.

To which caused his pin-point sized, emerald eyes to flare with annoyance, as he simply ignored her person. However, this action led to her grin widening further, if that was at all possible, as the lips seemed to stretch passed her eyes before reverting back. "The other has readied himself to allow ten new charges to impart to the world of Terra," her eyes were laughing at this point, whilst she continued with, "Does this one take it you will be sending Lich King Brutus in your stead?"

"No," my skull shook itself slowly, to which the girl-who-was-not-a-girl frowned slightly, "Both he and I shall be journeying to our world. However," my right, lesser clawed hand landed upon Brutus's right shoulder, whilst the primary clawed hand was held up to forestall her person from speaking, "However, I shall be within my sword body, whilst he shall take on a form befitting royalty."

"My Lord God?" his own metallic skull turned towards my own with the formation of another query dancing in his eyes.

"<>," I intoned, just as a great spell circle the colour of bright blood formed around his person, whilst another, much smaller spell circle found its way around the pair of us, "<>!" A cacophony of roars, howls, and screeches filled the air around our persons, as a chorus of angels and devils joined in on the God Tiered spell which would transform my Lich King into a form more befitting his position as my Right Hand.

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The False God sighed into his throne, as a myriad of screens floated before his person. Several dictated the statuses of the world, of which much was still in repair. However, there were a few pockets of space necessary to keep the God King Azazel pleased with the amount of charges sent to the world called Terra. Of which would lead to another adventure with those of whom were allotted to journey within the various worlds of the Azarathian Pantheon.

However, these beings travelling to Terra are ones who have already traversed the world. "Why?" he had asked Azazel, of whom stood before his person with the new order to allow them to do so, "Why should they be allowed to do so? Isn't Terra supposed to only allow someone to enter it once in their entire lives?"

"Yes," she replied, staring into his eyes which were inside a head that was floating a few centimetres above the body, "However, this one has noted the lack of allowances towards those who are not Immortals of any rank. Henceforth, you shall allow these beings to traverse the world below until such a time as they are allowed to visit the other worlds."

"But, why? I have nothing prepared for experienced people."

"Have these ones thrown at the Demon Lord, this one cares not," she waved her small, right hand dismissively, "You will comply with this, Warden Draxis, or you will find yourself bereft of your position as a God."

Upon these words, she did vanish, leaving his person to slump against the throne where he did sigh and summon up the various screens. Two of which held the commands for the various scenarios and "maps" designed to allow the various charges to traverse through. One of which held the "Demon Lord" scenario which always pleased himself.

This was so, as the "Demon Lord" was a female, red dragon who was his mother. Of whom had passed over his person long ago in favour of his brother, called "Second Son". This had infuriated his person to no end, and had somehow trapped them into the world of Terra. No. I shall not speak of it just yet, but will only be brief when we come to such a crossroad. For that tail is a long one, and we do not have the time for such a thing.

In any case, this one was suggested by the God King Azazel, and he would at least enjoy such a venture as his next charges, of which would be ten in total, slaughter his family. Yes. He did find such a thing quite amusing, even going so far as to become giddy and drunk upon such images. Whereas all others seem to bore his mind, for they are simply part of the job he was tasked with, as a few strokes across a rectangular device full of numbers and letterings were pressed to allow such a thing to occur.

"Hmm," he hummed softly, as the world below shifted in order to allow the undamaged terrain to form the city of New Wair, a large expanse of forests surrounding the area, and the cavernous area which held the Draconians and Demon Lord, "Well, let's just have the regular scenario of the King and Princess desiring heroes to kill the Demon Lord."

Of which caused his gauntleted fingers to strike swiftly against the rectangular device for a time, then stopped. For he had realised he was about to make a mistake, as the entire thing was being made as though new charges were to be traversing through this scripted scenario, "Damnit, almost forgot. Well, let's up the ante a bit, and let the world sort itself out afterwards."

Just as the False God spoke such words, did an iron dial appear upon the right armrest of the throne. This contained the numbers from one to ten, and played a pivotal role in the difficulty of each scenario. At that time, it was set to a two, which was easy enough for new people, but far too much so for those of whom are already experienced. However, he did not know of how far to take such a thing.

"What to do? What. To. Do?" he spoke softly, tapping a forefinger against the top of the dial, "Well, no matter. We shall let them sort it all out in the long run." Shrugging his shoulders, the False God cranked the dial to its maximum, and waved it away as the scene before his person played out in revealing the terrain below to becoming much harsher than the flat lands below. "It also means a lot less villages, but no matter.

"Well, let's have a look at who will be coming to my world." Upon such words, ten images slowly floated towards his person. Each of them showing a variety of characters from the normal Elves, Humans, and Dwarves, to the abnormal red-skinned Demons and a couple of Hobgoblins. However, the last image which flowed towards his person caught his eyes. For upon the image held strange symbols which did not denote the creature's race, as it was wreathed in shadow-like armour, wielded a jagged greatsword in the shape of a large canine of some great behemoth, and whose blade was as long as the being's body. What is more, there was a pair of glowing eyes barely visible beneath the helm, whereas upon the face of the sword, and towards the hilt, was a large, golden slitted eye which he swears was staring right at his person.