It was a picture the Chaos God himself never expected to see. A picture which froze the cold blood in his veins to a point where chills of fascination and horror run down his spine.

Layers upon layers of corpses laid upon each other, piled up to giant mountains as if they were made to carry the sky. Ten if not twenty mountains of corpses all spread around the entire battlefield, and all purely made of elven.

It was a sight humans shouldn’t be capable of, that's what the Sultan thought at least. Yet it was made by non-other but them, and by only four on top of that.

Maybe they had help? The chaos god thought to himself as he approached the beautiful scene, only to dismiss it second later.

“No. If they had some remains or traces of mana would’ve remained. As far as I can tell, there is only Human and elven mana spread around. Which means... Humanity has once again surpassed my expectations~”

Coming to that conclusion, the Sultans love for the race called humanity skyrocketed once again surpassing anything that exists, only to remember him of the curse he found himself trapped in.

But noticing his dropping mood the Sultan quickly averted his attention back to the beings that caused this train of feelings. And as he did so his eyes opened in fascination as he analyzed the monsters humanity produced out of thin air.

They were men forged into an image fitting the bloodlust of humanity. Men blessed with an unbreakable will and steely muscles. Clad in a shining silver armor and armed with only the mightiest weapons humanity could produce.

They were monsters born out of humanities most disgusting and most successful experiments. Making them humanities mightiest weapons against the eight others.

But as the god analyzed the dying men, watching their lifeforce slowly fading, he noticed that they were incomplete. They lacked something which even he himself couldn’t tell at the moment, increasing his interest in them only further.

However, the god quickly cleared his mind. He may was interested in them and fascinated by the room for improvement and their potential, but all of that was overshadowed by the sheer bottomless love he had for them.

It was a pure love neither romantically nor materially. It was the same love the other gods felt for their own created races and thus was normal, yet he wasn’t humanities creator which made it seem abnormal. However, that only counted for others. The Sultan already knew the reason why he loved the race, he watched grow since their first days of existing.

But as the Sultan remembered himself once again of his own love, he kept approaching one of the men.

He was in a worse state than the others, barely alive as countless wounds adorned his giant blessed body. His eyes were filled with darkness and his hope for survival has already vanished a long time ago. The sword in his hand made to represent his unbreakable will was shattered into pieces while his shining silver armor was destroyed as dirt robbed it its shining light.

The man only looked down, regretting his life as he recalled the faces of his family and brothers while the cold hands of death slowly embraced his dying body.

Seeing that Azathoth stopped his approach. Humanity was known to detest deities more than any other race as they themselves were never created by one and instead only looked down upon because of that. Azathoth couldn’t force himself upon them as he himself would never wish to do so either, even if it meant their extinction.

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But as the deity was ready to release the man of the despair that kept devouring his last moments, the man suddenly clung to his life as his with blood-filled lungs screamed for someone to save him. His begs for salvation filled the empty battlefield, hoping to meet a god kind enough to free him from his grim fate.

But waiting for a god to react the sultan’s mood only dropped as he once again saw how all gods ignored a man's dying pleads, probably laughing at him as they did. This once again reminded the god of the goal of his conquest and his bottomless hatred against the other gods and their races which further destroyed the world they have been gifted.

Reminded of his goal the deity changed his mind as he continued his approach again, choosing to become a god for the ones without one while destroying those with one alongside their gods, starting with the men around him.

Unable to grasp how his action once again doomed the fate of the world, the man suddenly felt a warm sensation embracing his cold body, filling him with something he never felt before.

It was a feeling once seen as naturally. Something which any being once rightfully felt at least once. Yet it vanished from the face of the world as if it never existed.

It was warm as if someone would warm you in the coldest days of the year and soft similar someone gently covering you with thick clouds. It was strong enough to flush away all the sorrow and despair one has ever felt in their life and steady enough to remain for many weeks and months.

It was something the gods have lost a long time ago and replaced by a cheap copy, only left alive by offerings and gifts.

And as the man suddenly faced all this new feeling, tears kept running down his face as for the first time in his life he felt pure and unconditional love. Unable to deny this love the man buried his face deeper in the Sultan’s chest, enjoying the warmth of his love like a child as the Sultan held him in his arms.

“You poor soul... Left behind by your race to die... Hunted by the elves as game... And denied by the gods... How cruel of this world... But don’t worry your safe now~”, Azathoth said, smiling at the man as he showered him with his love.

After a while the man stopped and fell silent, allowing Azathoth to let go of him as he sat himself on his knees, lowering himself to face the man face to face.

“Better now?”, The god asked, smiling.

“Y-Yes... But who are you and--”

“Oh! I’m sure you heard of me. I’m the Demon Sultan Azathoth, the evil god that arrived in this world to destroy it.”

“What? The evil--”, The man suddenly stopped as he remembered the words of his superiors.

‘Have you heard? A new Deity appeared. One so evil that even those rotten children of the supreme goddess fear him.’

But even though he remembered those words, he couldn’t accept them as everything he saw before him was a kind and loving god truly fitting the title “Deity”.

“I don’t believe it!!! You aren’t evil! In these five minutes You shown humanity more love and kindness than all other gods ever have! How can someone like you be--”

“But I am.”, The Sultan quickly stated. He didn’t deny his nature or being for a single second. Instead, he only smiled as he admitted everything he done, “I killed over thousands of elves in less than two days, corrupted a holy oracle of the war goddess Elaira, and created five monster that will without a doubt soon change the world as you knew it forever. I’m without a doubt a very evil being.”

Hearing the Sultan’s words the man remained silent. His view of evil and good shattered as he lost himself in between it. His mind was slowly losing itself as his beliefs started to overlap, only to be repaired by non-other than Azathoth himself who stood up as he patted his head.

“You don’t have to worry... Neither you nor the other humans in the forest have to repay me for this kindness...”, With that said the Sultan handed the man his once broken sword, completely repaired, and walked over to the others to treat their wounds only to stop seconds after his hand was grabbed by another.

“I want to follow you...”, The man said, as his eyes gazed at the ground beneath them.

“It's fine. I don’t want to force you to--”

“You don't!!”, The man screamed looking up to the god, “I want to become one of your followers out of my free will!! I want to be part of your conquest; help you achieve your goal and be part of your kingdom! I want to serve you, the one who really loves us, and no one else! That is what I want!!

So please... Please let me become one of your followers!!!”

“I see...”, The Sultan said as he smiled happily, finally freed of the endless jealousy he felt towards the other gods and his servants for having people of their own.

“...Then from today on you will be one of my children.”