Two weeks have passed since Azathoth has conquered the kingdom Iselone and stabilized his army.

Since then, his army grew to a massive size and was ready to enact the will of their Lord at any time his command would fall. Pestilence who stood at Azathoth’s side waited for his signal while his Lord remained calm and used his connection to the Void to see through the eyes of his Void-spawns, waiting for the right time to give the signal as he watched them attack the elves.

While watching, the deity smiled in delight as he saw what carnage was unleashed upon the elves with just a simple command of his.

The elves, a race known for their perfect strategy and prideful way of fighting and living that even makes the strongest army fear them, fought like wild animals as they were completely overwhelmed by the Void-spawns. Soldiers died left and right and stood no chance against the incoming flood of monster that kept killing them in the most brutal ways imageable.

But as the carnage became too much many soldiers were overtaken by their fear and simply chose to run and leave everything behind, only to meet the plague army of Pestilence waiting behind the the holy forest.

Hearing the screams of those who fled broke the soldiers mind even more, knowing there was no escape and only death waiting for them. But soon after the Elves got to know true horror as they saw how the fled soldiers returned, completely sick green with thick toxic-green slime coming out of every part of their body, screaming in agony as they started attacking and devouring their former comrades.

The soldiers watched in horror seeing their former friends and family scream in pain as the slimy substance on their body started to take form and turn into large tentacles, infecting the watching soldiers by penetrating their mouth forcing them to gulp the slime down.

Looking at the scene Azathoth finally gave the signal, allowing Pestilence to give his soldiers the command to attack. Hearing that the Daemons didn’t waste as single second and immediately joined the fun, hoping to find new toys to kill their boredom.

Among the Plague-army were five thousand lesser Daemons, working as cannon fodder alongside the Void-spawn, two-thousand greater Daemons, leading the lesser ones, and hundred Plague-berserker as champions to entertain themselves and their Lord.

Once the Elves saw the new flood of monsters, they froze in fear.

Each lesser Daemons was just a swarm of maggots that all shared one mind, formed together to create a somewhat humanoid form.

The Greater Daemons had a more humanoid look comparted to their lesser counterparts but were each Half Daemon and half poisonous insect, making each one among them a unique and a deadly weapon on the battlefield.

But the Daemons the Elves feared the most were the Plague-berserker, black slimy organisms which took control over the bodies of their former comrades and used them as host corrupting their very souls while granting them a deadly set of skills which they will use to kill the ones they once called friends and family.Once becoming one with the slimy organism the host’s bodies grew massive while the slimy substance covers their entire body, working as armor and weapon as the host is able to form his limbs into various weapons, turning them into a living weapon.

It didn’t take long until the last defence forces of the elves were destroyed, allowing the daemons to slowly make their way towards the capital city of the Kingdom Etala, the last and only remaining kingdom in this realm after Iselone’s fall.

Once arrived at the capital the daemons showed themselves from their best side as they destroyed everything they could find only stopping at the castle, as they’re forbidden to enter it.

A second after a black ray flashed through the entire realm followed by a familiar rush noise which announced its arrival, revealing itself as no other than the Daemon’s ruler Lord Azathoth himself.

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“...I’m still too slow...”, He stated annoyed by his own speed, destroying the gates to the palace a second later. But once inside his eyes widen in surprise as no guard and no soldier was greeting him inside. Instead only uncountable amounts of corpses were spread all around the entrance and the hallways.

Walking through the very same hallways wondering what caused this, Azathoth suddenly found a survivor, “Hey, what happened?”, he asked as he grabbed the wounded man by his hair, not caring about his wounds nor his pain.

“Are you the Evil that has appeared...?”

“I guess so, if that’s what you’re calling me. Now tell me what happened.”

“And what if not?”

“You don't want to know.”

“Heh... Well... It wouldn't make a difference anyways.”, The man sighed as he started to talk.

And talked he did. He shared everything he knew, how the soldiers fled to the castle, how many tried to return to the homeland but couldn’t since the portal was already closed and how the soldiers went crazy knowing they would die sooner or later. He was one of the few who managed to stay calm but was quickly betrayed by his own comrades who left him behind after wounding him fatal, following the other soldiers to capture the Oracle.

But once he finished he couldn't stop himself anymore, “Please... Save the Oracle... I beg you...”

“You know who you're asking for help, right? My help isn’t free and most importantly not cheap.”

“But... That means your help will also be of good quality, right? You will fulfill our revenge, right? You will take revenge for us against the goddesses and our homeland who abandoned us and left us to behind to die, right?”

“Yes. I keep my promises, especially such promises.”

“Then I’m ready to pay whatever amount I have to pay. However, I don’t think my dying soul has some value...”

“I don’t want your dying soul. As payment I want your entire race to join my cause and become my eternal servants. As such you will live for me, move for me, fight for me and die for me. If you ready to doom your entire realm for all eternity and give it to me, then I’m ready to take revenge on your homeland as if it were my own revenge.”

“...That’s... Fine...”, The man responded as a tear made its way through his face.

“Then we have a deal.”, Azathoth’s red bloody pupils lit up once those words left his mouth, causing the same effect on all elves in the realm as he claimed their very existence, “Hm... He didn’t lie, the realm really has less than hundred thousand elves.”

With a snap of his finger Azathoth then surrounded the entire castle in a giant barrier allowing him to form the very fabric of space to his liking, “Now then... Where is the greatest number of living beings... Ah!”, Finding his targets, a small black hole appeared before him, ripping space time apart for him.

If I save her, then with style~

On the other side of the castle a group of men suddenly screamed in fear as a giant white hole appeared in the middle of the room, forcing them to let go of their “Toy” and point their swords at the hole. All of them were shacking, knowing their end has come, but the moment they saw the person that walked through the portal their hearts calmed down.

“A... Human?”, One replied once seeing Azathoth walk through the portal.

“Doesn't this man look a lot like Lucius?”, Another replied as he noticed the striking resemblance between the Sword Hero and Azathoth.

The rest of the men calmed down and sighed in relief as one stepped forward, “What does a lowly human seek--”, before the soldier could finish his sentence his entire body was cut into multiple perfectly equal sized cubes that quickly collapsed to the ground.

The soldiers' eyes slowly widen in horror as they stared at the cubes laying in front of them.

Azathoth used the chance and appeared before the Oracle laying behind them, lifting her up as he looked at her naked and used body. It was covered in bruises and wounds of all kinds and was constantly shaking. Her eyes were almost lifeless, and tears just kept streaming down from her face. She kept mumbling to herself, whispering how dirty she felt as she cursed the goddess and all those who caused this pain to her.

Azathoth then created a black cloud on which he laid her on while surrounding her in black barrier which slowly erased her wounds. Once he did, he turned around and looked at the rest of the soldiers.

“Stand still.", He ordered, letting his voice echo into the very fabric of their existence and forced them to follow his command.

As the men’s bodies followed his command, they eyes went wild searching for a way to escape the man grip before it's too late.

“Look at me.”, Azathoth commanded again, fixating the men’s gaze at him, “Good. Now rip your eyes out.”, he added in a calm and warm tone.

The men's eyes forcefully opened up as their shaking hands slowly moved towards their crying eyes.

Azathoth watched in delight until exactly twelve eyeballs laid on the floor, “Good! I’m proud of you!”

The men shook in fear as their heard his words. How could he be this cruel and sound so happy and nice? This thought crossed each mind over and over again, until his voice tickled they ears again.

“Now then, I would say that’s enough, let's end our little game, or do you want to continue?”

The men trembled in fear. They couldn’t answer nor even think of one, knowing they will either die or continue to suffer.

But as silence slowly started to conquer Azathoth’s ears he smiled.