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"Wh-what?" began the female Dwarf as she stepped back, but found only the back of the iron throne and a cadre of four-armed, metallic skeletons surrounding her person.
"Subdue her person, Brutus," I called out to my Lich King, "Keep her still and alive as you remove the limbs from her body. For after I am done securing our home once more, will I be requiring that which resides within the Dwarf."
"Yes, My Lord High God," bowed the Lich King, of whom set about butchering the targeted female with quick precision whilst she screamed in horror and pain.
"You won't get away with this, Undead Karastak," growled the False God, "Just give up now, and we can forget this ever happened."
To which I chuckled as the spell circles appeared all around us once more, "Ah, but Draxis, I desire your death. Not to mention my world is right here, and once I have it, I will have no need of Azzarath and its Pantheon of foolish Gods and Goddesses.
"Now, you will give unto my person your rights to control Terra; the authority to change its dynamics, its climates, its terrain. Your position as ruler is at an end, and mine has only begun. For. I. Desire. It. So." The centre of each spell circle spun in a random rotation as the chaotic energies swirled around my person for a time. This was simply due to my want of making sure everything was perfect, and to not make any mistakes as I absorbed everything from within the False God of Terra, Warden Draxis.
What came first were the strands of silvered energies which latched onto his body and grinning head. Next, the strands duplicated themselves in order to remain attached to the other, whilst drifting towards my skull and sinking into my being. Whereupon they did begin the next phase, one which was excruciatingly painful for the one who denied my person for so long. Yes. He did scream, but it was so silently from the mass amount of pain he felt, that all that came out was a small squeak. From this, information slowly trickled into my mind, one of the very far past which caused the mists of my energy to form shadowed stills that slowly moved.
The first to appear was of a young Draxis witnessing what I can only surmise was the death of his father to a handful of Humans in odd gear. The second was of him flying off towards the canyon where he and his family resided in order to speak of what had occurred. However, he soon found out that they already knew what had occurred, and would do nothing in retaliation.
Of course, he was rather hurt and shocked that they would do nothing, and carried on with their day. This led to him demanding why, to which they replied with, "He was the Demon Lord." They spoke no more, as though this was a sufficient explanation as to why they would do nothing.
Though, of course, he flew into a rage and was tossed out for it. What is more, the young Draxis brought together other like-minded individuals who wished to slay those that harmed their Lord. Unfortunately, they were caught by the golden scaled Draconian known solely as "Second Son", and foiled his plans for revenge. This then led through several stills of scattered fleeing before his inevitable capture. Of which led to more stills of him standing before what was assumed to be a council of sorts, who then passed judgment over his person, banishing him from their home and territory.
However, there was no more of the scene, nor any of what came afterwards. Only clouded images of slaying Humans and running away from his family. Of which caused his person to seek out a very different sort of ally, Azazel, but there was something strange about her. For instead of molten silver hair, hers was tinged with blue and amber hues.
Quite strange, to be sure, as the stills showed the pair conversing silently, and even shaking each other's hands. Which then led to him simply watching from within his white space as the other took over the world which we would soon come to know as Terra, and drag it into the clutches of her Pantheon of Gods and Goddesses. This then led to the pair conversing many a time, as she told him that the world will serve as a Tutorial World for new beings to become acquainted to the summoning system she had implemented into the Pantheon. Of course, it also meant he needed to create scenarios for those being sent to the world to overcome somehow, but was not much of a pressing matter.
No. Instead, was of another being which was tied and locked within a prismatic sphere. Of whom had a head of molten silver hair, and appeared to be surprisingly similar to the other. The Azazel outside the sphere even went a step further and changed her own hair colour so that it mirrored the trapped being who appeared to be asleep.
Quite odd, to be honest, as I had never before seen such an event, but paid it no mind. For afterwards came no more stills, but the rights to own our world called Terra, and with it, freedom.
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"My Lord High God?" called out Brutus, who watched as the body of the False God became a pile of ash and dust upon the ground. He then moved to prod my side with his staff in order to garner my attention. To which he was granted, and became more excited as he asked, "Do you have it, my Lord High God? Can we go home now?"
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"Yes, Brutus," my voice was soft, but joyous as the information about creating our world of Terra flooded my entire being, "we can go home. Let us all go home." Upon my words, the whole of my Undying servants let loose a mighty roar, as each wiped the imaginary tears from their eyes, slapped each other's backs, and showed more camaraderie than ever before.
"Command," my voice boomed over the voices of my servants, silencing their person as blue letterings formed above us all.
[AWAITING COMMAND]
"Command, I have gained the rights to ruling the world called Terra. Acknowledge this as fact."
[SCANNING...]
[...]
[... SCAN COMPLETE. USER UNDEAD KARASTAK HAS CONTROL OVER THE TUTORIAL WORLD OF TERRA]
[AWAITING COMMAND]
"Command, revert Terra to original settings, and remove it from the Azzarathean Pantheon."
These words of mine caused the female Dwarf, of whom was quite delirious at the time due to the removal of her limbs and cauterisation of the wounds, to gasp aloud from this. "Y-you ca-can't d-d-do thi-s," she stuttered, and struggled to move, "T-Ter-Terra i-i-is t-t-to b-be mi-ne."
"Yours?" I raised an imaginary eyebrow at her, and used my energies to raise her high into the air so that I may look her directly in the eye, "Terra was never going to be yours, Dwarf. For my rule was inevitable, just as its removal from the Azzarathean Pantheon.
"Secure her person," her body flowed towards Brutus and a few skeletal Undying as I turned my attention towards the removal of Terra from the Pantheon that I no longer cared for. Afterwards came four shadowed portals which erupted around my sides, and out came my allies who were quite surprised about where they ended up in.
"Where is this, Karastak?" asked the Titan, who looked about his person with great curiosity, which only grew as the entire space shook.
From the centre of the area came several portrayed images upon two large, crystalline screens. One showed our world of Terra being nothing more than a white orb. From which it shook and quivered as discoloured land masses slowly came into being upon its surface. Afterwards came the colours of vibrant blues, greens, and whites, as well as dull greys, browns, and yellows.
"Our world of Terra, ladies and gentleman, before it became a 'Tutorial World'," my lesser clawed hands spread themselves wide as though to encompass everything before us. Yes. I found it beautiful, even if my allies were either confused or commented saying that it was not. To which I ignored it whilst staring upon its formation of land masses, seas, and mountains.
"Soon, we shall head down to its surface, but for now," my right, primary foreclaw pointed towards the second screen. One of which showed a wide collection of fifty or so worlds surrounding ten, yellow hued day-stars. Three of which were simply white orbs, whilst a fourth mirrored what was being shown upon the first screen before us.
Not only this, but it was also drifting away from the others at a quickened pace, and towards a collection of six worlds surrounding its own bright yellow day-star. Of which seemed to radiate even more of its glow as this new world slowly moved to orbit its position. This led to the new world to become more substantial, as an atmosphere slowly formed like a great barrier against the more harsher rays of the star it now orbited.
On the other hand, once our world of Terra reached its position, I instilled into its system a growth which increased its size to approximately five times. Of which then pulled the six worlds around it to orbit this world whilst it continued to orbit the yellow day-star. Yes. The others had concerns, but were quelled when I spoke with a shrug, "It was a plan of mine to have your worlds encompass my own. It will simply be a statement that my world is where it all begins for our Pantheon."
"You mean-?" began Beelzebub, who licked his lips whilst the Kitsune twins near him wagged their three tails quickly with anticipation.
"Yes, Beelzebub. Soon, I shall become a God King of the Terran Pantheon, and with it I shall extend an invitation to you all. One where, upon accepting the Laws of Terra, you will each be given the opportunity to join my side and regain your Divinities once more."
"I cannot wait," grinned the Titan Kronos, of whom was joined by the rest as we witnessed the creation of our world of Terra in all its glory.