FW Ch 37 - Asking An Insect To Halt Its Scheming...
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Han enjoyed walking through one of the gardens inside the Stronghold. Seeing the various birds and animals inside a near paradise, his mood had never been better. He had created a large hill with a gently rising slope on one side, with a massive oak tree at the top. Sitting down, he enjoyed the sight around him with lush forest on one side and grassy prairie on the other. Between them was a pristine river, forked by the hill. Graceful bridges connected each side.
With the elegant movements like water, his two demon slaves laid on either side of him. Upon leaving the containment unit for their transformation, they looked enhanced in their beauty. Due to the way they were connected, his power had made it so they became like one being. With their thoughts becoming nearly joined and their mannerisms mirroring one another, he had named the first Dorei and the second Noye.
A benefit of the transition was gaining the ability to shapeshift, becoming anything they needed to be. They had, currently, only experimented with basic transformations which made Han curious as to the full range of their powers. Shapeshifting and sharing a consciousness reminded him of the beautiful ninjas often seen close to the last boss in a tv show. Even their outfits were similar to what many weebs would think of as being sexy ninjas.
Standing off to his side was the former Queen of the Elven Kingdom. With how close the elves were to the elements of nature, her appearance became a mixture of her original form and nature. Her emotional state would often effect what element she phased towards. Currently, her body and clothes gave off the appearance of the forest, her long hair like wavy vines shifting in the wind. Her ears were like soft and pointed leaves mimicking her former self. Being close to nature, she gave off a feeling of permanence and maturity. In his garden, she didn't bother with the need for the visual appearance of clothes, allowing him to enjoy the view of her body.
Sensing his eyes on her body, she turned to face him, gracefully moving to rest on her knees. Positioning herself so she was laying on her side, she was able to lounge on his legs. Han enjoyed the way that her breasts brushed up against one of his legs while she rested her head on his thigh.
"So you were saying?" He reached out and touched her hair. As his hand came closer, she unconsciously shifted it to appear closer to her elven hair.
Enjoying his fingers running through her hair, Elis (the name he called her by) tried to act calm as she talked, but the encroaching red on her face ruined such efforts.
"Master, the Overflow has been going on for a time... Much longer than normal. By now the monsters should have dispersed to wherever they go to at the end of the Overflow. I think something is going on to keep them from moving on."
"Hmm...," He thought to himself, as he considered Elis's words. "Dorei, what do you know about this?"
As if disregarding the world, Dorei enjoyed nestling her head on him. "We are only aware of Dominaster using the Overflow to finish off the elves and Master's city. Though the demons were connected with the Overflow, we did not have direct control over the Varg. Mainly, releasing them to prevent the containment of the creatures from being broken." Her voice sounded monotone as if unconcerned about the topic, only answering to fulfill his desires.
Remembering the lab on the moon, he mentally nodded his head. "How about the gods?"
"We do not know. They only communicated with Dominaster. Our existence was considered too insignificant to deserve an audience with them." Noye said, with equal apathy as if she were just stating a fact of life.
Turning his head to place his face into Dorei's hair, Han said, "It seems we may need to have a chat with your former leader. What do you guys think of an adventure?"
"We exist as your shadow. You only need to move and we will follow." Noye on his right voiced, as Dorei moved to begin kissing his neck, sighing and moaning in pleasure.
"I will also accompany you, Master," Elis stated as she smiled when he looked at her.
"Leaving you behind is not something I would even think about," He smiled, placing an index finger beneath her chin. Gently tilting her head up and watched her smile broaden in joy. "Prepare everyone. I want to make sure my intent is clearly understood." Han ordered, with malice in his voice.
"As you wish, Master," Helania's voice was heard as she stepped from behind the tree.
"It appears my little rest will need to be placed on hold, my beautiful ruler and lovely slaves," Han sighed as he stood. Aside from a slight sigh from Elis, the twins had merely risen in tandem with him, as if it was the most natural thing. They stood slightly behind and on either side of him, matching his pace. Elis took a position on his right side on the other side of the twin.
He enjoyed the way the slope gently led to the bottom a natural path to the bridge leading into the forest. At the top of the bridge's arch, an elaborate door appeared to reveal a pink-cotton-candy-haired maid. Exiting through the doorway and standing to the side, she bowed to Han.
Entering, he was led to his throne room. Waiting for him were his creations, aside from Minatoria who would need to be pried from her floor. Seeing them kneeling in front of his throne made him realize how the number of creations increased. Though he never intended to have so many, his heart was set at ease to see so many who felt only love for him. Having a seat on his throne, he leaned onto one of the armrests.
"From what I have been told, the Overflow has been going on for quite a long time. If things stay the same, the Overflow could continue for several months. I do not know if this is true, but it still presents an image not ideal for those other than our own, both Felicitas and the Elven Kingdom." He paused to let his word sink in. "I have a feeling things are being artificially prolonged to make things difficult for us, though such tactics are trivial for us." Glancing over to Selestra, he asked, "How do you imagine we should proceed?"
Without lifting her head, Selestra answered, "Master, I believe ending the current Overflow is something beneficial for all, though it may not be an issue for us."
His eyes moved over to Ha-Yoon.
"Though there is no need for you, My Master, to lift a finger to help anyone, I also agree with Selestra. Just as with the Elven Kingdom, I see an opportunity to flex the powers of Felicita."
"Brittany, what do you think of this idea?" He quietly asked her.
"Master, you have only to say the word, and I will go out to eliminate the Overflow myself. I will tear them asunder, raining rivers of blood in your glory. There is no need for you to dirty your divine hands." Brittany voiced with conviction and fervor.
Han chuckled. "My beautiful Brittany, your conviction does bring me comfort." As if thinking to himself, he said, "I do like the idea of going to that demon's location and having him share his thoughts on the matter."
Without any further thoughts on the matter, Han stood and walked towards the doorway to the throne room. Behind him, his other creations followed after him.
The door opened to the desert outside of Felicitas, in a spot void of the Overflow's presence. Though the Overflow had a staggering number of monsters, they were not everywhere and only appeared to look endless in front of cities targeted by them.
Out on the desert, Han casually looked around and stated, "Rise."
All around them, the desert shuddered enough to level a modern city on Earth. In front of him, a mountain of sand began to rise. Oceans of sand cascaded off the growing mound.
From inside of the mountain, feathered scales poked out from beneath the sand. No longer able to contain what was inside, the tip of a head breached. This head was followed by a second and third. Each head had a varying snout and when the center head opened its mouths, the lower jar split apart to expose rows upon rows of teeth.
An ear-shattering roar blasted out of the center head's mouth, flamings jetting out. The other two were nearly as loud, the left spouting ice crystals and looking as if a blizzard was pouring out, and the one on the right having lightning crackling out with concussive thunder being felt as each bolt shattered the sound barrier. Two enormous arms exploded out of the sand and crashed on top of the desert.
Pulling itself out of an ocean of sand, the rest of the monstrosity was revealed. When half of its body was pulled out, four colossal wings blotted out the sky. Han and his Creations were covered in its shadow in an instant. The back half finally revealed, a serpentine tail endlessly pulled out of the ground. Once the creature was out of the desert, it shook its body. Waves of sand rained down to the ground. Free of loose debris, it oriented itself to Han. Lowering all three heads, the dragon introduced itself to Han.
"From now on, you will be called Omegan," Han said. Approaching Omegan, the dragon lowered one of its arms and presented a hand to Han.
In moments, Han and the twins were comfortably standing on the center head. The top of the head was large enough to fit a city on top of it comfortably. The wind blew comfortably past as they overlooked the desert.
"Where is Dominaster holed up," Han asked Dorei.
"He is located to the north, near the Empire, in the main temple."
Without needing a command, Omegan moved its wings to such a degree to create a sandstorm. Walls of sand rushed away from Omegon as it slowly rose into the air and flew to the north.
Han turned his head and watched his creations prepare to follow him. Those who were unable to fly made use of Ha-Yoon's flight-ready Reapers. Since the time Ha-Yoon had her creatures, there was an extensive selection to choose from. A dozen different reaper soared through the air, trailing behind them. Some of them looked like miniature dragons, though closer to insects than giant lizards.
Helania's body began to expand, transforming into her dragon form, larger than Selestra's pet dragon. Faster than Omegan, she shot into the air and soon glided next to it.
Selestra's dragon, which usually hung out on her shoulder, grew to its standard size and followed after them.
Not to be outshone, Queen used one of her skeletal dragons. She rode on its head, standing like a valkyrie ready for battle, a cloud of death trailing behind her.
Seeing the number of dragons behind Omegan, Han wondered what those in cities would think. From what Han was told, dragons were rarely seen and stayed in isolated locations to tend to their matter.
Beneath them, the ground was devoid of any light as if fleeing from the sight of their passing, traversing over forests and farmlands. They saw plenty of the Varg, moving in monstrous groups. Some of the Varg would occasionally look up at them, especially the ones rivaling small mountains.
"Destroy," Han commanded.
On either side, the two heads of Omegan directed their mouths at the Varg, a mixture of subzero temperatures and heat rivaling a star shredding through the mass of moving flesh. Looking behind him, he watched as Helania spat out black orbs grinding anything it hit into dust. The way they distorted the air, phasing in and out of the space was mesmerizing. He enjoyed hearing the monsters scream in agony, at least he assumed as such.
No real attempt to destroy the Varg was made, as they just glided over them. It was closer to stepping on a line of ants when he was a child walking to school. He noticed both Queen and Ha-Yoon had summoned their respective forces. The two competing over who could waste the Varg faster. It was interesting to watch the dead dominate a species evolved to be a pestilence of existence. Thinking of the journals left by the scientist part of the Ones Before, he began thinking of the Varg as cosmic locusts.
People often referred to the Overflow as being similar to death, but he imagined such a word would be reserved for him as they flew and left behind a gaping path of destruction and decay. Both Queen and Ha-Yoon had creatures flooding a path with poison, a hovering cloud failing to dissipate. It would likely dissipate after weeks passed.
"Master, we approach," Dorei and Noye spoke in unison. They both pointed at where the temple was located, appearing to be carved into the face of a cliff. It looked like one of the ancient statues in Asia.
In front of the temple, was an antediluvian city looking to have been built to worship Dominaster. Building spires reached towards the sky in nightmarish worship to the source of their reverence. Cutting the city in half was a wide road, leading to the ghoulish temple.
As they approached the city, Han could see people wearing robes walking in two rows. Judging by their swaying motion, the people were likely priests of the demon. A faint mist trailing them from some kind of device they swung back and forth.
What surprised him was a struggling person, being dragged by a priest walking between the rows. With his abilities, he could hear pleas of help from what sounded like a woman. It didn't take long for him to see a scantly covered woman, clutching a metal collar around her throat.
Seeing such a thing wasn't unusual in this type of world, but something about the image annoyed him to no end. Taking a step, Han materialized behind the rows of priests who were chanting in a foreign language.
When the woman spotted him, she called out, "Please! Help me!"
"I am going to assume you are taking her to someplace she does not wish to go?" He called out to the priests.
Hearing his voice, they froze and turned towards him. Each one of them had a skeletal appearance, the skin taught against their bones from the passage of time.
One of the priests spoke, "Do not interfere with the ritual of our Lord, who has set in motion the cleansing! This woman will be used to absolve the world of its corruption, her soul purified by our benevolent and forgiving Lord."
"Is he talking about the Overflow?" Han asked.
"He is, Master," Dorei answered.
Han tried to fight it back, covering his mouth with one of his hands. After hearing such a ridiculously cliche statement, Han burst out laughing. "Do you guys honestly believe the Overflow is a cleansing?! What is it even cleansing?" He asked the priest, who looked at Han as if he was mad.
"The Overflow is our Lords way to keep the pure alive and punish those who stray from the gods' teachings!" Another Priest yelled out. "To laugh at such a blessed gift is proof the Overflow is necessary!"
Once Han was able to calm himself down, and only had to deal with the occasional giggle, he shook his head as if giving up. "It is not like I ever planned on changing how you all think, but at least with this woman, I will not allow you to do anything. She is under my protection." A wave of pressure exerted from him, the mana tainted by terror and malice.
The weight he exercised frightened the priest, their shoulders hunched as they attempted to continue standing and at a loss to how they should proceed.
"There is no need to be so confused. End them." He cheerfully said.
On either side of him, Dorei and Noye propelled themselves forward. Their sharpened fingers like mini swords slicing the priests apart. Han felt as if he was watching one of those late-night infomercials, where the chef would demonstrate how quickly the product could cut through anything.
With deathly efficiency, the slave woman was all that remained. She stared in awe at him.
"Can you take her back to Felicitas?" He asked as a door materialized with a maid stepping out.
The maid simply bowed, several more maids walking out to help out the woman.
Han wondered if this is where the term Spirited Away came from where normal people were whisked away by the gods to the spirit realm. To some people, Felicitas may appear like the spirit realm, with how little it mimicked the world around it. Felicitas made him think about something, as he walked over the corpses. As if he wasn't there, the blood and human matter failed to stick to his shoes.
Behind him, Omegan landed on the ground, causing a slight earthquake. In front of the dragon, his creations landed and proceeded to follow as Han headed towards the main temple.
Strolling into the temple, he appreciated how ancient it looked, with the way it presented a feeling of existing since the beginning. "I do have to admit you, demons, are more artistic compared to me," Han mentioned, thinking about how his Stronghold could use a more artistic hand.
"Master, you did a wonderful job with the Stronghold. I treasure its appearance." Helania spoke up after Han voiced his thoughts.
Laughing at her attempt to cheer him up, he said, "I do believe all of you are slightly biased in your thinking, but I do appreciate the thought."
The occasional priest they ran into was taken care of by his creations. With how creative they were being, Han imagined they were having a competition.
"Anacolis, that was mine!" He could hear Brittany yelling in anger.
A sultry laugh followed and Anacolis responding with, "I do apologize, my hand slipped. I only meant to target the other one."
"Everyone, do not be disruptive to our Master," Helania said, playing her part as the mother figure.
The hallway winded around, like a maze, but with the guidance of Dorei and Noye, they were able to easily navigate to the central chamber where Dominaster usually stayed, a place for him to conduct his business and manage the other demons.
Near the end of the hallway was a wide doorway. Without any decor, Han kicked it opened, causing both sides to fall off their hinges and crash into the larger room. Entering, Han admired the fireplaces on either side, giving off a diabolic vibe.
"I am getting the feeling you want to say, 'I am evil,' with all these fireplaces," Han laughed when a figure at the front of the room spun around to face him after hearing the crash.
Panic was plastered across Dominaster's face. "What are you doing here?!" He demanded.
Hearing Dominaster's reactions, Han dramatically paused and wondered out loud, "Wait... you did not send the Overflow to my city as an invitation? I only thought such a thing because they stuck around and did not look to be leaving anytime soon." He started off sounding jovial, until near the end when his voice went flat devoid of humor.
"That is not possible! You should have been wiped out by them!" Dominaster began to slowly back away from Han, stumbling as tables and chairs were shoved aside.
Continuing to walk into the room, Han commented, "As I said, you demons are talented at interior decorating! The furniture matches with the evil fireplaces. Do you guys hire someone to arrange this place?"
"Enough with this nonsense!" Dominaster created a fireball and hurled it at Han. The furniture decorating the room was burned to a cinder from the heat of the attack.
Before it reached Han, the fireball was quickly absorbed by a beautiful fire goddess.
"Thank you, but it was not necessary, Elis," Han complimented the woman surrounded by flowing flames.
"To allow such a minor thing to reach you would only stain my honor, Master," Elis stated, as the flames dispersed and she returned to her forest form.
"Who are you?! You can not be one of the gods, they promised to not interfere in my matters!" Dominaster looked confused, gaping at Elis.
Elis shifted into a being composed of wind and shaped into a woman. Lifting one of her hands, she mockingly laughed. "You think I am one of the gods? Compared to the power of my Master, they are not even worth my time."
"I find it amusing how these creatures lack such imaginations, considering their origins." Anacolis voiced her contempt.
"While I do enjoy these bonding moments, I think we should move to the heart of the matter." Han clapped his hands together. "Helania, my love, would you restrain our host?"
Raising one of her arms, Helania opened her hand to create a ball empty of any light to the degree the room became darker as immediate space around it was distorted. With a certain finality, it slowly descended and pressed Dominaster into the floor. By the tone of his screams, Helania was not exerting much effort into the ball, lest she destroyed him.
"Release me!" Dominaster demanded, between cries of anguish. His contorted face, along with the tears running down his face, only helped to demonstrate his suffering.
Han slowly walked towards the shrieking Dominaster. He hummed a light tune as each step brought him closer to the tortured soul. When he was standing almost in front of the demon, Han squatted and his face revealing a broad smile. "So what were you planning all this time, and what will it take for you to stop?"