Name: Mors

Level: 10

Race: Blight Devil

Species: Young Blight Devil

Title: Dungeon Master +1 other

Title Skill: Dungeon Teleportation

Unique Skill: Create Dungeon, Satan’s Miasma Lvl 2 (Passive)

Divine Blessing: None

Skills: Knowledge of the World Lvl 2, Speech Lvl 2, Dungeon Functions

Stats: Strength: 45

Speed: 45

Stamina: 30

Defense: 30

Mana: 50

“So, all my skills level up when I evolve? That’s neat! Oh, and I got a new stat too!” Mors walked outside of the cave and noticed a cliff that hadn’t been there before. Was this created by my dungeon skill to make it easier to get in and out? If so, this skill was really, really cool! He looked down at the ground, and the horrible feeling he had earlier returned. His stomach started feeling bad, and his vision started going all over the place. “What…is…this???” He gasped through heavy breaths, backing away into the safety of his cave. “Am I…afraid of being in high places?” Mors was less than a week old, yet he had already come close to death from a 3,000-foot drop. I-I think I’ll explore the cave a bit more for now. He made his way inside the dungeon, and as he made his way through, he noticed several bodies lying on the ground. So, creating a dungeon releases a bunch of miasma that kills everything in the area. That was interesting; what would happen if he made a dungeon where lots of things were? After walking for about a mile, Mors came to a dead end. “I have a feeling that this is where the dungeon ends, but could I make it bigger? Let's try Dungeon Functions!”

A big rectangle appeared in front of his face with weird symbols strewn across it. I didn’t understand what any of it meant, but that was when the voice returned and started reading it for him, So basically, I can use mana to expand the dungeon as well as change the environment around it. For instance, if I turned the entire inside of the big grey thing into my dungeon, I could hollow it out to make more room for myself. Right now, though, something like this would take way more mana than I am capable of producing, and according to the voice, I’m supposed to expand the dungeon to make room for more devils. Apparently, devils were supposed to team up and kill stuff to get stronger, but since there weren’t any devils around, he decided to put that off for the time being.

Mors used the dungeon functions to hollow out a part of the wall and generated some of the soft green stuff from below to soften it. Afterward, he lay down in the makeshift bed and closed his eyes in exhaustion. When Mors woke back up, it was night, and upon leaving his cave noticed the big white circle was missing! In its place, however, there were multiple yellow dots scattered across the black expanse, shocking the young devil. “Incredible,” he said in awe of the starry sky. This world was full of incredible things, and Mors couldn’t wait to discover more.

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The Abyssal Realm

Satan sat back on his throne as the puddle of mixed blood bubbled and squirmed on the floor. Ever since he had successfully created Mors, the god of the fallen had been trying to repeat this process. Unfortunately, he had been met with nothing but failure. “By the way, my lord, I have news regarding that blight devil you will find most interesting.” Said Belial, who was mixing his blood with Satan’s in this latest trial.

“Oh, and what might that be? Satan replied curiously.

“I heard Lilith bragging that, apparently, he’s built a dungeon in a mountain close to where he was dropped off. Also, the little guy has already reached his first evolution.” Belial turned around and, after a bit of thought, projected the image of a young devil sleeping peacefully in a cave, his thin tail sliding out of the alcove.

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“Hm, what is he exactly, Young Blight Devil? I suppose if he were a normal devil, he would just be a Young Devil; however, the pale skin on his face and arms is proof that he is still a blight devil.” Satan was intrigued; after all, this was the first time something like this had happened. “Belial, are there any towns or cities nearby?”

“Yes, actually, there's a rather large one not too far from there. Why?” Belial was confused, surely Satan wasn’t planning on-

“Tell Mors to pay it a visit and not to return to his dungeon for at least two days. I want to see how he’ll handle a hostile environment.”

“But lord S-”

“Belial, are you questioning me again?” he asked with a dark undertone.

“Nope, not at all; great plan!” Belial said hurriedly in hopes that he wouldn't become a puddle of blood like the failed experiment on the ground. He wore a suit of boney armor, but that would do nothing to protect him from Satan’s wrath.

“In that case, get on with it,” Satan said with an air of finality, signaling he was done with the conversation. Belial gulped and quickly left the throne room. Before the rebellion, the two of us were essentially equaled together in Elysium, but now that he’s got a dose of the god of darkness’s power, the bastard could kill me in an instant! “I hope he dies one day for constantly humiliating me like this. Belial made his way up to the mortal realm, his black wings flapping in the wind, and alighted on the mountain peak. “Ah, there you are!” He said as he dropped onto the cliff right in front of a baffled Mors. “Hi there, enjoying your new dungeon?”

“Um, who are you? Are you like the noisy thing that brought me to this place?” The child said not sure what to make of this situation. The figure in front of him had purple skin and a pale face. The sun shone on his four bone-white horns as he laughed.

“Noisy thing? Lilith? Hahaha! That's the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time!” The fallen angel said as he burst out laughing. “Alright, since you managed to make me laugh, I’ll forgive you, a little devil, for insulting me, a fallen angel of the highest rank.” Belial leaned over and pat the little devil on the head. “Now then, I’m Belial, and I need you to go over to the nearby city and stay there for a couple of days okay?”

“What’s a city? And why do I need to go there?” Mors replied, wondering why he needed to go somewhere else when he was perfectly fine in his dungeon. Belial started to grow frustrated. Usually, a devil would’ve shut up and done what it was told, but this newborn was asking him, a fallen angel, questions! I think he needs a lesson on who’s in charge here. Belial spread all eight of his wings and released a massive amount of magic energy. The sky grew dark, and the wind started to blow furiously, forcing Mors to his knees.

“Quaecirce Me Pereunt” All at once, every tree and every living thing within a ten-mile radius died, turning half of the once verdant forest into a barren wasteland. “Still feel like asking me questions?” Asked Belial to the terrified devil trembling on the cliff.

“N-no, I’ll go right now.”

“There’s a good lad; it’s just right over there. Oh, and I’ll go ahead and give you some more knowledge about this world to increase your chances of survival. Not that I care what happens to you, but the big guys gonna pin it on me if you die, and I don’t wanna deal with that.” Belial said with a smile as he pointed to the east. Mors narrowed his eyes, and indeed he could just barely make out what he guessed was a city about fifteen miles from where he was. Belial placed a cold hand on the young devil’s head, and a black light shone filling Mors with information. “There, now your all set-” Belial opened up a black pocket in space and through a startled Mors inside. As soon as he did, the clouds in the sky opened up, and the sun shone through, revealing a shining figure in golden armor. “Metatron,” Snarled the fallen angel as a sword of red light appeared in his hand.

“What are you doing here, Belial?” The angel asked as a golden spear appeared in his.

“Why should I tell that to one of Michael’s groupies?” Belial mocked

“This coming from the guy who spends all his time cozying up to Satan?” The angel remarked with a smirk.

“Your dead!” Belial roared as he flew at the angel at incredible speed.

“Lux Obice,” a barrier of light appeared around Metatron; however, Belial's blade pierced straight through it, running the angel through the heart. Metatron froze as cracks began to appear across his angelic body before shattering like glass.

“Hmph, lousy clone, but if he didn’t come in person, that can only mean Michael or Gabe is on the way. He looked back inside the pocket dimension and determined that now wasn’t the best time for this sort of thing. “Pesky little shit, making me go through all this trouble. Well, since I already got you here, I might as well. Dimensional Placement! And Call Devil!” A large gate opened in the sky, and out of it came an enormous black and white blob covered in writhing tentacles. “This should draw their attention while Mors hides in a bush or something.” Belial opened up a gate back to the Abyssal realm and returned home just as another angel with ten white wings appeared from the sky. He was covered head to toe in brilliant white armor with long blonde hair that blew in the wind. His golden eyes alighted on the blight devil, and a golden ray shot from his hand pierced the devil and caused it to burst.

“Vita Nova,” He spoke, and warm light washed over the land, causing plants to sprout and new animals to appear. “A shame I didn’t arrive in time to deal with Belial. Fortunately, I was able to purge the blight before it caused much harm to the land.” Michael, leader of the angels, turned around and flew far into the distance. What he had failed to notice, however, was the tiny dungeon tainting the mountain and the young devil hiding amongst the trees.