Chapter-3 Treacherous Accomplice
“And their shall be no light
without darkness to prevail”
Bearer of dark sigil ,Dark Lord Regus El Viself
Empire calendar: Year 1201, Month of sundew, Day 16
Inside the Ancient Tomb of Regression
After leaving the forest of the Scylla’s. Regus was transported into his safe haven. His original home, his place of birth which seemed to be in ruins. The structure was an ancient tomb of a great late ruler of the kingdom. As the time passes, things become stagnant on their own and so like this, the dark lord of sigil found this establishment during one of travels. Unable to make use of it and tidy the place out cause of laziness and boredom. The place began to have a feel of an abandoned structure. Watching the current state of the facility the lord of this current house began to furrow his brows.
“Master, welcome to your fabulous house~”
“…”
“Master-master won’t you sleep at your dirty stinking bed near the broken statues of the mythical run down gods.”
“…”
In this dim environment the only person who came with the dark lord and also possesses great authority is in the process of making a mockery of him.
“..Master won’t you thumb this lowly one’s booty-hole with your thin, hard overbearing thingy~”
“…”
“Master say something I’m not giving up on you. Please scold this unpleasant one and punish it with utter abhorrence.”
“..Now, I know the true face of my grand chamberlain. Looks like your head is filled with nothing but pink .You should know that the world is not always pink and it will not always follow your biddings.”
“And your also a fucking masochist!!” Though Regus wanted to scream this out loud he didn’t do so. Barely he kept his composure.
“…Master?”
“What?”
Cearia quietly began to approach me and tried to sniff me as well as touching my other parts of body.
“what’s wrong?”
“Confirming that if master have turned impotent?”
Hearing the term impotent a vein rose in Regus’s head.
“Ara. If master becomes an impotent this one surely doesn’t know who to refer to for master’s treatment or..”
For some reason Cearie’s eyes began shining and gave out a hollow glint.
“I could give master fellatio day and night until master’s horse start’s running again~”
“…”
Hearing his servant’s dark fantasies Regus said,
“Cearie”
“Yes, My dear impotent master whose river runs dry?”
“Starting today till the next week you are to confine yourself in this rundown tomb and clean all of it’s dirty mess.”
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Cearie face quickly began to change color.
“Ah. You can’t be serious master?”
“I am. And?”
Regus then begin to emit a dark aura making an effort to intimidate her. Finally as if resigning to her fate Cearie with sorrowful eyes said “If it’s what’s asked of me then I’ll fulfill.”
After the master-servant skit was over Regus returned to his original demeanor of a ruler and sat on his bed. Thinking of today’s event’s he slowly regressed in the world of dreams.
Bearer of dark sigil ,Dark Lord Regus El Viself
Empire calendar: Year 1201, Month of sundew, Day 17
Inside the Ancient Tomb of Regression
A day has passed since the event of my demise took place. Now waking up I went to a stroll in the tomb surveying the surrounding and becoming familiar with the place. While walking there, I began thinking about a lot of stuff. When people stay in a moment of silence they think about things which naturally have no definite importance but those moments can even enlighten the person of an unforeseeable truth.
“As this world is based on the game Aldear online their should be something like stats,right? Then why didn’t I see it at the beginning or maybe there is something like a command prompt of it.”
Following this notion Regus began to happily search though various different words to trigger the effect. The area within the tomb was desolate and his grand chamberlain had gone out to buy cleaning materials for that the whole place was for his to use.
“Status, Command option ,base status.”
With this the dark lord started his search to seek the knowledge of his power. A long time passed going through this words. But none of them brought any effect. Then he suddenly remembered a word and thought if he should put it to use or not .
“..pleadus oracle”
In the dim litted room, a flickering light begun to shine .With the passage of time the light grew in size until it took a shape of being.
“Why might have you called me?”
It was a girl of transcendental beauty in his mind. Of course Regus was a person with a status symbol of a dark lord .So, he couldn’t show his inner emotions as it will be unbecoming of him as a lord.
“So the command prompt worked.”
“I see so you’re a dark lord .But summoning a goddess as myself. Are you looking for your own demise.”
“Ah. Please forgive this one. This one didn’t mean to be discourteous.”
“Using a polite speech. It’s rare seeing a dark lord talking to a goddess so courteously. In the past demons and humans lived in harmony hand to hand with another. For this reason I shall forgive you for your insolence of summoning this great one.”
“Thanks for showing leniency to this one.”
“Then why have you summoned this great one?”
“This one wishes to ask for support of your great goddess.”
“Support?”
“I wish to borrow your power.”
Hearing this statement the goddess began to furrow his brows.
“I’m Tercia. The goddess of illusion though not remembered but not forgotten. In the past their was none who forget my name. Humans, demons and more so the elves would remember this one. Because now no one remembers this goddess it's power has somewhat decreased to a great extent .As for that this great one was binded to the mortal realm without the power to ascend. This one has no body and is unable to sustain its existence for a long time. That is only reason you have been able to summon me. Reciting from the book of the dead revived my crumbling existence.”
The goddess began narrating his story with saddened eyes.
“So, do you want leave while being forgotten or the great one wishes to burn his existence to the face of this world .”
“…How so”
Hearing the words of the devil , the goddess started to get ensnared to its pleasant offer.
“If wanting life then I shall give ,if seeking fame I shall provide.”
After a bit of Regus spoke,
“I, One of the lords in the order of 40 ruling over the demon continent. Bearer of the dark sigil and the tormenter on the underworld. The puppeteer of mortal and all those living. The 32nd dark lord Regus El Viself give my word that none shall forget your existence .Even if none of the mortals acknowledge your existence this one alone shall lay witness to it. Upon every town this one conquer’s ,every people this one kills, every words this one speaks it would be for you ,the goddess that ruled the realm of mortals during ancient time, the seeker of life and death, creator of all illusions and miracles .The goddess of death Tercia.”
“…”
The goddess was at a loss of words . Unable to contain herself any longer, she began to weep wholeheartedly. Her cries echoed the walls of the structure. She finally opened her heart to someone. Her sorrows, her wounds, her pain, her sadness. Everything which she bottled up for hundreds of years finally broke. After a while the goddess finally spoke,
“I shall bestow upon you my divine protection, be grateful”
Suddenly Regus was overcome by a great surge of power as well as a warm sensation enveloping him which for a moment made him remember the warmth he felt at his mother’s arms.
“Now it my time to bear witness to the deeds and madness of my greatest and only apostle. Show me destruction, etch my name in this world and if you must fail then you shall face my wrath at the end of your road .Now drown in your power,kill everyone you must. Give me your greatest offering dark lord.”
“…”
“Now become my slave.”