He walked away. Pahaääni was being led to this strange man's leader. This. . . law enforcement. What a waste. These terrified wenches need a strong ruler. Not this weak politician shit they currently have ruling. And there are several different rulers based on location? Simply stupid. They need someone strong to lead them. Someone like Pahaääni. So far Pahaääni was being led to what was called the “local police station” whatever that meant. It appeared that this man, Curtis, was going to get Pahaääni to the world leaders in the fastest way possible.
Currently, according to Curtis, the world leaders were gathering to discuss him anyway. It would take years, but the world would bow to him, just like his home world. Pahaääni believed that every dimension had some sort of power, just not equal to the other dimensions.
They made it to the station. The law enforcement was there, the place was teeming with them.
“Come in, I-I, um, we will get you a police chopper! That's it! I’ll get you there, don’t worry about a thing.” said the squrilly Curtis.
“Proceed.” Pahaääni told him.
So they walked in. they strolled right past the entrance desk and straight over to what seemed like a personal desk with a scrying glass and a button pad.
“I-I-I’ll get you that chopper sir. N-no problem.” he started tapping on the button pad and the scrying glass came to life. “U-um. your helicopter will be here- um -tomorrow, s-sir.” said Curtis after some time, looking down as if he had failed.
“I guess there’s nothing I can do about that now. Let’s go recruiting. We can’t simply walk in on an army without an army of my own.” said Pahaääni to the man. He walked up to the desk next to Curtis’s and talked to the man sitting in the chair. “Join in the noble cause of curing this wretched world. Join my army, become powerful by association. Fix a broken world. I originally took over my world for revenge, but I enjoyed it. I liked killing those that got in my way. I can see that this world has a flawed government, and I feel bad. Truly. Let me fix it, let me help you.” During the speech he slowly started standing on the desk and spoke to the entire department.
Three people joined. The rest had no time blink before they were erased from this world.
“Hm. better. Now come, we have a ‘chopper’ to catch.” said Pahaääni.
“Um, sir?” asked Curtis.
“Speak, underling!” yelled the unstable Pahaääni.
“We s-still have to wait till tomorrow. The chopper isn’t here yet.”
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“Yes, we still need an army. Come! We will work the survivors!” they all agreed for fear and waded through a small lake of human remains and out the door.
Two months went by and already a small army was built. Six million strong and ready to kill a government. His closest underling still Curtis, trying to find a strength or weakness to fix.
“No. No! NO! Use it! Do magic damn it! Maybe you're a blood magician! Yes, yes yes! Cut yourself! DO IT!” screamed Pahaääni in a frustrated rage. Curis did so, hoping that if he did this Pahaääni would be less likely to kill him. He pulled out a dagger and cut his hand open, bleeding like a mad man. “Now focus it! Do, SOMETHING with it!” he tried. He truly did. He tried to do anything with it, anything at all. He focused on the blood on the blade. Nothing. The blood on his hand. Nothing. Just nothing. He started crying. He hurt everywhere. He hadn’t slept well in months. He poured everything into his leaking hand, his soul, every ounce of him into that wound.
Light exploded from his fingers. The dagger covered in blood was glowing too. He swung it at the wall and it cracked then a small part of it melted into a shimmering liquid then disappeared altogether. It was weak, but it was magic. And his hand was healed.
“Ha ha ha ha hahahahahahahaha! Yes! And such a rare one too! A godsblood, in my army! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Heal and destroy! They don’t know what’ll hit them!”
So Curtis taught the rest of the army the use of blood magic. There were only six godsbloods in the entire army and so they became the inner circle of Pahaääni. There were ten demonbloods in the army so they became personal guards of the inner circle. Demonsbloods have the ability to use their blood to take life from others, making them stronger and their enemies weaker.
They had armor forged, they had weapons forged, they had an army in no time. Two years and the government was down.
Next was to finish off the americas entirely. Then Europe, Asia, Africa, and australia. Two more years and the army was so large that governments practically broke themselves.
A year later and the guards were dispatched to assigned sectors, assigned by Curtis and approved by Pahaääni.
Construction was started on a castle for Pahaääni to reside in, with his trusted inner circle close by in case of trouble, regardless of the power resonating from him. He was paranoid. He had his godsbloods as personal guards and demonsbloods to guard them, creating a human fortress, impenetrable by little more than mass amounts of cannon fodder to slow down the guards enough to get one person past them, to be killed by Lord Pahaääni in the end, millions dead for a mere glimpse of the god like powers of Lord Pahaääni.
Curtis learned little, doing nothing more than ordering worthless nobloods to get Lord Pahaääni his drinks and women. Nothing happened except for lavish dinners every night at Buckingham palace while his fortress of marble was being constructed in Russia, the area that is most like his home dimension's climate.
Curtis had learned as he repeatedly used his abilities that he felt older. It had only been two years of it but still. He felt at least twenty years older than before he had learned he was a godsblood.
In reality Curtis was close to the truth. Every time one from Beatrice's dimension used magic, they tore a part of their soul away. Every time magic was used one day was taken from their internal clocks. Over the course of a year, the average guard losses ten years of their life.
They were killing themselves in the slowest way possible.