Azran the Magic King of Darkness

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Chapter 08

Azran POV

Father?! I'm going to be a FATHER. When did that happen? Oh. Right it was just last night.

I grab the bottle of booze and drain it's contents. It only takes a couple of seconds for me to drink what was probably about 2 liters of vodka on earth. One good thing about demons was that over-drinking was not possible, although it also meant I could never get drunk. Well unless I turned back into my human form.

I lean against a wall as I try and catch my breath. I swear, you're supposed to lead up to something like this. You just don't shout it out, that nearly gave me a heart-attack.

Navaris won't tell me what was in the aphrodisiac but I get the feeling it had something to do with their pregnancy. Not to mention the fact that it appears this world has a type of magic that is soley dedicated to finding out whether or not you are pregnant, which definitely explained the instantaneous reaction.

But still, an entire branch of magic dedicated to pregnancy? It's more likely that it is actually a sub-category of healing magic, although it seems weird, yet strangely useful.

So now on top of the fact that I have an army to slaughter, I know also have to deal with the sudden fact that I'm going to be a father.

Well, maybe it's a good thing the army is attacking. I'm currently dealing with several conflicting emotions and I need a place to sort out my feeling on this. What better way to relieve stress than single handedly slaughtering an army. You should try it, it does wonders for your blood pressure.

Hmm. Sirenia looks nervous. I sigh and tell her its fine.

I just need some time to process the news. I mean this is like getting told that I have an uncureable disease and only have nine months to live.

I teleported out of the house to the walls of the fort. I really have no idea how to deal with this. I'm not scared of it, I just don't know how to react. I mean what kind of kids want a monster for a father?

I have absolutely no idea how to be a father. I could try to imitate my father, I mean I turned out pretty well. Well, aside from a couple of quirks like being a sociopathic killer who delights in fear and despair. Small stuff like that.

No. I should just teach them what I know, and do everything I can to prepare them for life. I mean if they're my kids then they should be powerful beings, not some little wimps that rely on their parents for everything.

Yes. That's it! All I have to do is teach them how to rule, conquer, and destroy. If they know that then they shouldn't have any problems in life.

Of course I should probably get them a decent starting position, so that they don't have to spend an eternity rising through the ranks of the weak.

Hmmm. Rulers of the Dark Elves? No, No, No. Far to small.

Maybe being a King or Emperor? No. Still to small.

Come On Azran! Think! What could position could possibly be good enough for your children?

Yes. That's it, I've got it! Rulers of the World!

Yep. That should do it. After that they can go on to be Gods, or conquer other worlds. Perfect!

This way I get to fight all the strongest people on this world, while fullfilling the duties of a father. Yes! I am a certified genius. Who else could come up with such an awesome plan? Hmmm. That's Right. . . No one.

I glance over at the incoming army and smile. I suppose this marks my introduction to the current world leaders. I should make it as showy as possible, maybe I should use one of the spells the Council forbid me to use on Earth?

I think they said something about them being to inhumane, or destructive? There were a couple who complained about me playing God, or trying to start the Apocalypse. Well they were right, but they're not here. So I don't really have to hold back, do I.

Hmmm. Maybe a minature supernova. No, that would probably destroy the fort as well as everything within a hundred miles.

A temporary black hole, or maybe a giant earthquake. No. Maybe an atom bomb? No. Still to big.

DAMN IT! All of my forbidden spells are only good for destroying massive areas. Come on. Don't I have something for destroying only a relatively small area.

Wait. There is that one, I've never used it like this before, but theoretically if I make it big enough. . . Yes. This could work, It will make a huge impression on the elves, while showing every powerful figure on the planet that someone who is stronger than them has arisen.

Perfect. All I have to do is cast 'Gates of Hell' over a huge area. I can even use the ground beneath their feet for stability, to allow it to stay open longer. Hmmm. If I play this right I can even obtain extra protection for my children when they're born.

I jump over the wall and begin walking towards the army, I can't wait. Their fear, their despair as they fall into the pit, it will be wondrous.

I look up. Someone is shouting at me, He looks like some pathetic accuse for a human. Now, what's he saying?

"I am King Cyril Percy Willams Jr. III. You killed my father. Prepare to Die"

(Author Note: I just couldn't resist adding this)

Huh. So he's the son of that fat king. He looks just as pathetic as his father.

"I have borrowed this holy army from the Shilian Empire, for the sole purpose of killing you. Prepare to die demon!"

I laughed. It was hilarious, this pathetic punk actually thinks a force of this size can kill me.

I lifted my hands and began to concentrate. This would take an insane amount of mana, and concentration.

Normally when someone cast 'Gates of Hell' he would summon a middle tier demon, and offer him a sacrifice, in return for power. I was going to do the same thing but on a much, much larger scale.

I was going to summon the Markal, The Devil himself. I was on pretty good terms with him but still, he won't like being summoned any more than I did. So I needed to be careful, because I was going to have to use over 75 percent of my mana, to summon him.

Markal is the ruler of all 7 layers of hell, and possessed power on par with that of the Greater Gods. Do you have any idea how much power it takes to summon a God? I can assure you that it usually takes the deaths of thousands of people, just to provide enough mana for the summoning. As far as I know, I would be the first to attempt this, by a single person.

But the rewards far outweighed the risks. If I complete this then all the world's current leaders will see or at least sense the enormous amount of power that will be unleashed. And if Markal accepts then the army will be gone, and he will have pleased his wife, while I will recieve protection for my children, in the off chance that I am unable to help them.

I close my eyes and unleash my aura, some of the soldiers scream in terror, I ignore them and concentrate.

A magic circle imprinted in the ground, it has to be both massive and intricate. I concentrate, blocking out all of my senses, hellfire pours from my hands and races to form the beginnings of a magic circle. I design it carefully, one missing piece and the entire experiment would fail. I add layer after layer of ancient runes, while making several smaller magic circles that begin rotating inside the original. Finally, It is done.

It looks like this - http://abstract.desktopnexus.com/wallpaper/1796210/

I begin pouring my mana into it. Massive amounts of mana flow through my body and into the magic circle.It seems the army has figured out that something horrible is going to come so they're going to try and stop me. They're hurling fireballs and arrows at me in a vain attempt to get me to stop, but it's useless. The massive amount of mana flowing through me is healing any wounds as soon as they appear.

There, it is done. I haven't felt this drained in, actually I've never felt this drained.

The ground shakes as smoke and fire rise from the center of the circle before taking on the massive form of Markal, Ruler of the Seven Hells.

He looks like this -

http://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=371274

(Cool Huh.)

"Who dares summon me? I am Markal, Ruler of the Seven Hells and I demand an answer!"

The ground shakes as Markal's massive voice booms out across the land.

"Hey Markal. Over Here."

"Who dares address Me! I am Markal, Ruler of. . . Oh, It's you Azran. Why did you summon me? You must have known I wouldn't like it. Even if you are a sort of 'friend' that does not excuse this behavior."

"I know. But before you say anything take a look behind you. Do you see it? At least ten thousand relatively young men. It should be enough to smooth over any future disagreements with your wife. Am I right?"

"Hmm. Most of them are guilty of many things, but there are at least a thousand who are rather innocent. What do you want in exchange for them? I assume you have a price and did not just summon me to show them off."

"Of course. Since I disrupted your day, I'll keep it small. One Demonic Guardian Beast and one bloodbound Higher Demon for each of my children, on the day of their birth. This is not limited by the number of children I have, although if the number exceeds five I will perform this ceremony again. Do we have a deal?"

"Hmmm. I accept your deal, although this sacrifice has no effect on our current pact of at least a dozen innocent men a year. In other words, mass sacrifices don't count. Do we have an understanding?"

"Yes. I agree"

"Then this deal is completed. The Guardian Beasts will be of your chosing, although I reserve the right to chose the bloodbound higher demons. I'm going to use this chance to clean house and get rid of some of the more troublesome lords."

"Accepted." I responded immediately. This went even better than I had hoped. He seemed pleased, so he must have had a recent disagreement with his wife and was going to use these poor souls as a bribe.

Huh. I just made a literal deal with the Devil, so why do I feel so good about sending several thousand men and some women to a horrible eternity in Hell.

One of them just yelled something and threw a fireball at Markal. What an idiot, throwing a fireball at the Devil is like throwing a drop of water at the ocean. Although, I may be able to have some fun with this.

"Who dares attack Me"

"Hey Markal, It was that guy."

I point at that King Cyril whats-his-face, then grin as his jaw drops in shock. Obviously I have no idea who threw it but this is for my personal amusement. Ever seen the Devil on a rampage, well here you go.

"He said something about your wife being some sort of ugly hunchback, and that you shouldn't be Ruler of Hell because your father was a goat."

Poor King Cyril, he's going to be placed somewhere worse than the darkest corners of Hell for that speech. Even though he didn't actually say anything.

It's really hard not to laugh when Markal's eyes bulge out of their sockets. But somehow I stop myself, this is just too funny.

"YOU FILTHY HUMAN SCUM. HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY LOVELY BRIDE, AND MY HONORABLE FATHER. I WILL CREATE AN EIGHTH LEVEL IN HELL SOLELY FOR YOU. I WILL MAKE SURE THAT HELL TAKES ON A COMPLETELY NEW MEANING! YOU WILL REGRET THE DAY YOU ANGERED ME!"

Fire explodes from Markal incinerating everything up until the mountain range in the distance. Hmmm. Maybe I made him to angry? Oh well. Nothing I can do about it. It looks like proud King Cyril has wet himself. Poor guy, I can't imagine what Markal has in store for him.

Markal turns to me and says "Thank You for bringing this trash to my attention. I owe you one. I cannot believe a lowly human dares to mock the Ruling House of Hell. I will have to remind this trash and anyone associated with him of my power. I will see you soon"

There is a tremendous flash of light and heat, and just like that Markal and the invading army are both gone. There is nothing left but a burned out magic circle and an enormous area that has been burnt to ash.

Well that was fun. I think I'm going to go visit my wives now, and tell them the good news. Then maybe I'll get lucky and tonight will prove to be as good as last night.

With that thought I teleport back to the walls and grab my wives before teleporting back to the ruined building. Maybe we'll use the bathroom tonight. I grin as I tell them that I decided our children should rule the world and that we were going to start on it working towards that goal immediately.

Still, I can't help but notice the other elves were looking at me like I was some sort of horrible Demon God. Well it looks like my point got pushed across.

F*ck with me and you die, or get dragged to Hell for eternity. Hmmm. The Cyril guy said something about borrowing an army from the Shilian Empire.

Shilian Empire, Huh. Maybe I should pay them a visit soon, you know just to say

'Hi. I'm your neighboring Magic King. Surrender or die. You have five seconds to chose'

Well, all in all today was a good day. I found out I'm going to be a Father, I managed to summon the Ruler of Hell by myself, I obtained protection for my yet unborn children, and I manipulated a bunch of people into being tortured in Hell for all eternity. . . . Yep, Today was a good day.

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