Prologue
A King sat on his throne, chuckling and lamenting his fate. He ignored all the buzzing caused by fluctuation of mana and a scream of panic from his subjects. The pillars of his summoning palace cracked by pressurized mana boring onto them.
It wasn't a risky gamble, pouring all of his kingdom wealth to complete. In theory, with all these preparation and countermeasure, he shouldn't have any problem controlling the summoned. Just like any other summoning rituals, but bigger, his chief of Magic Development said.
Only this time, there is nothing coming out from the circle of pillars and mana crystals. Except for the looming consciousness before them. His team of an archmage responsible for performing a contract with the summoned already going crazy and blabbering incoherent words just by being connected directly.
Just what in the name of gods we summoned....
"Your soul shall be condemned to torture for millennia by my Lord for this madness you have committed o' king of the plains"
A man clad in a white robe materialized in front of him and put an end to his gloomy thoughts. Hearing what the man said, he let out an irritated laugh.
"Condemned? I wage wars with his banner, I rule my Kingdom with his rules, I seek advice from his temple, I had sacrificed so much for his name. But he can't help me in my time of need?!! My Kingdom got cornered by those savages your god view with contempt."
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The man face is dark as he listening to The King rants. "Do you truly think following my Lord is a form of trade? He does not owe you anything, mortal. And this punishment already lenient enough as you are still under his banner, because the other God won't give you any mercy for this problem you have caused."
Standing up, he gives an angry rebuke "A trade?? I'm not asking for compensation, I'M ASKING FOR HELP!!!"
" Regardless, the moment your soul leaves your body, I will bring you with me. And my God cant grant your prayer because of the..." Before the man can finish the sentences, like a ragdoll, The King got dragged to the summoning circle in an instant and begin to float in the middle of it. His eye rolled back and his head snapped up.
With wide eyes, the man watched as The King leaking blood out of all his orifices all the while blabbering incoherent mumbles for a minute or so, then suddenly looking at him, smirking and says
"I have no idea nor do I care what is this thing that reached out to me, but now I know for a fact you won't complete your job, and this realm shall be engulfed in chaos soon."
The man watched with stunned silence as The King body and soul disappeared without a trace before he snapped out of it and vanished as the Throne Room along the entire Castle reduced to dust.