I strained on my throne as I let the storm flow out across the land. My body trembled with the effort of controlling so many abilities at such a scale was taxing the extent of my will. Even the reality breaking power of the Void strained the edges of my mind as I pushed the plagues out into the physical reality of the real world.
Slowly I stabilized the flow of power until. Looking through the eyes of my angels I watched as the world burned. Jungles were stripped bare, beasts and monsters fought back but most creatures just died. Grasslands were turned to deserts, towns and villages were left smoldering ruins. There were exceptions, I could feel those who had sworn the oath, and it was difficult to explain but there was a sort of aura over the land they owned. The locusts, flies and storms passed by those places leaving oasis left in the ruin of the world.
I was saddened by how few had taken my warning. Maybe ten percent of people had sworn the oath, it seems they had foolishly tried to trust in their gods. My eyes opened and I stood up, the purpose of these plagues had been twofold, and revenge had been secondary to its true purpose. My angels were recalled, and they spread out through the Void. The massive death toll I was inflicting had a purpose beyond striking back at a world that had tried to take my daughter from me.
My angels carried with them hundreds of “seeds”; these seeds were not physical things but little bits of energy carrying my will. What the seeds did was simple, worm themselves into a soul and sit there but because they carried my will I could track them anywhere. I knew what the gods did for those who worshiped them, they rescued their souls from the Void on death. Perhaps that was why so many had refused the oath, better to die and let your soul be reunited with your ancestors and loved ones than to live but be eternally separated from them.
My angels struck down hundreds of voidlings feasting on souls, not all of them were claimed by gods and those that weren’t began wandering towards the light of the Void Star. No matter how far away you went the only source of light in the Void shone a beacon for all lost souls. Sometimes the gods rescued their worshipers before my angels could implant them with the tracking seeds. It didn’t matter I had thousands of angels, millions of the seeds and the death toll of my vengeance was only growing.
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Already I had felt my seeds taken out of the Void to other realms. I pulled out the disk I had created for this and filled it with water. Guinevere came and stood by me as I used the scrying device to spy on the divine realms of my enemies. I needed to see a place before I could open a portal there. The realms of hundreds of gods were quickly revealed to me but I continued to search.
Guinevere and I didn’t move for several days watching the scrying pool as more and more souls were rescued by their gods and revealed their resting places to us. Finally I managed to get the right soul before they were snatched out of the Void.
“Welcome to your resting place,” a nymph like woman said guiding the soul of a young man along the shore of a lake. “We have resting places for you here, your family is waiting for you.”
“Where is the Lady of the Lake?” the man asked.
“You will catch glimpses of her from time to time,” the nymph said. “But she is very busy especially now guiding so many of her children to her embrace.”
My lip curled in a sneer at the idea of the gods calling these people their children though I suppose it helped them to gather worshipers. I took in the idyllic scenery of the massive lake so wide I couldn’t see its other side rimmed by mountains and forest all around it.
“That’s it?” Guinevere asked. “It matches the stories I heard of it growing up at least.”
“Yes that’s it,” I said picking up my helm. “Let us call upon our allies and recall our troops back to Avalon.”
I had sent out my vassals not just to destroy key locations of our enemies but to also grow their strength for this coming battle. I was very aware that thousands of those who fought beside me would probably die in this fight. We weren’t fighting on our home turf where the light of the Void Star would weaken them, I would be vulnerable to whatever defenses and powers the goddess of Duels and Honor had used to create her divine realm.
The price was going to be high but whenever I thought of it I just looked at the static form of my daughter suspended in time and knew I would gladly pay that price again and again.
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My void knights and the magi stood side by side across the plane outside of Avalon. Their black armor shifted with bands of silver and while marbled light.
“Many of you may die in this battle,” I said. “You know this, I have given permission for anyone unwilling to pay this price to stay back, but you also know what will happen if we succeed.”
“You will be the first mortals to kill a god, your place in history secured forever.”
I opened dozens of portals compressing the energy barrier that tried to come up and block my path shattering it and opening the way.
“Lets kill this bitch.”