Azran the Magic King of Darkness

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Chapter 10

Conclave of lesser Gods

In the middle of a massive meeting hall in the heavens, hundreds of lesser Gods had gathered and were arguing.

"What do you mean we have to ignore this? He is obviously meddling with the affairs of the mortals, and therefore must be stopped."

"Don't be an Idiot, Marxis. Our hands are tied because he is not a God. He is a Magic King, and therefore counts as a mortal. If we were to interfere we would recieve massive penalties from the Greater Gods. Besides, he is well aquainted with Markal, and I have no wish to pull Markal's anger down on us. He could probably destroy at least half of us, before we forced him to return to Hell. And the Greater Gods will not go to war with him again. You forget that he has billions of demons living in Hell. If we were to war with him, we would definitely be obliterated."

"Shut up Aeries. You are always doing this, playing the smart diplomat and refusing to take any action whatsoever; You are nothing but a coward."

"Do not antagonize me Marxis. I may prefer peace, but I am not someone who is to be trifled with. Call me a coward again, and I will rip your tongue from your head, before disemboweling your pathetic excuse for a body."

"What did you say?!" Marxis, a god of war rose to his feet and reached for his sword, at the same time as Aeries, god of the winds, reached for his sword while summoning a gale of wind.

With yells of anger, several other God's rose reaching for their weapons, before a massive voice boomed throughout the conclave.

"SILENCE. ALL OF YOU"

And just like that, all noise immediately stopped within the conclave.

"As a whole, you will ignore him. However; If one of you wishes to visit him to enquire about his intentions, you may do so. Any attack towards him, will not be tolerated. You have no idea how unique and powerful he is. He is an anomaly, and his destruction will not be permited."

Then the voice was gone, and after a couple of minutes of silence, whispers began to travel throughout the conclave.

"Was that. . ."

"Yeah, it was."

"HE hasn't moved since the creation of this world, does this mean that something big is coming?"

"I don't know, but if HE said that this person was powerful, then I'm inclined to stay far away from him. Even the Greater Gods are wary of HIM. The last thing we want is to start a string of Deicides, I heard that he killed four of the Greater Gods, a couple of million years ago, and the rest of them took no action."

"DAMN. I'm definitely going to avoid that guy. Annoying HIM, is like a death sentance, even for us gods."

"Yeah, No one wants to piss of the Darkness. He is capable of devouring everything in existence."

Marxis looked at the frightened Gods and frowned. Gods shouldn't be frightened of anything, yet the older gods were whispering in scared tones. He guessed it was up to him to show them how a God should act. He grinned ferociously as he thought

'Look out Azran, self-proclaimed Magic King of Darkness. I am coming for you and none of these frightened old geezers can stop me.'

Azran POV

DAMMIT! Why haven't I found anyone from that freaking Shilian Empire, you'd think that there would at least be some soldiers patrolling.

I've probably covered fifty miles in the past hour. It looks like the elves are having a hard time keeping up, but because they were at the top of the trainees, their mana pools are large enough to allow them to constantly infuse their body with mana. This allows them to disregard fatigue, and continue to run at inhuman speeds for long stretches of time, of course they are elves not human, so should it be 'inelven' speeds?

Huh. No idea. I wonder how Sirenia and Angeline are doing? Angeline has advanced to Master class ice and water magic, while Sirenia has achieved the tite of Sword King, not bad for a solid month's training. Of course I didn't yell degrading insults at them while they trained, but I made their exercises slightly harder to make up for that.

Wait. Why am I even thinking of them? I'm supposed to be searching for a bunch of not so innocent people to massacre, not worrying about my wife, unborn child and sister-in-law. Wait, that means Sirenia's ball-crushing mother is my mother-in-law. Well, I knew all those jokes about horrid mother-in-laws had to have some truth in them.

Could it be. . . .Am I going soft?

AAAAUUUGGHHH! Damn It! There's no way I'm going to turn into some soft, sissy who does nothing but follow around his relatives and make nice comments when someone talks to him. I'd rather be tortured in Hell than become something weak like that!

Oh. Wait, I've already been tortured in Hell. Well it really wasn't that bad, I suppose the pain would have driven anyone else insane, but I was insane to begin with, so no problems there.

To prove that I'm not going soft, I'm going to take my time and enjoy killing this next batch of people. Yeah, that sounds about right. Well I can see a village in the distance, I suppose we should stop in there and try to find some unlucky jack*ss from the Shilian Empire. Ah, this is going to be fun.

Wait. What the Hell? I only get a couple hundred words, in this chapter!? Someone complain to whatever Jack*ss, is writing this crap!

Minerva POV

This is what she looks like -

http://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=145447

Ah, This was a good month. My darling Markal brought back an entire army from the surface world just for me to torture. He is really so thoughtful. Of course if he wasn't always thinking of me, I'd rip out his heart and eat it. . .again.

I suppose I should give him something in return for the army. Hmm. Perhaps a nice long vacation in bed, Yes that should do it.

"Hey, Zarkal. Where is my husband?"

I called out to Zarkal my husband's assistant and manager over all the obnoxious paperwork and financing it took to keep Hell running within our budget. He was a rather small, thin, and weak demon, whose only good point was his high intelligence an loyalty to Markal.

Hmm. That's weird. He doesn't usually blanch this much when I call him. He looks nervous, something must be wrong.

"My queen, your husband is in the royal bedroom. However I must warn you that he is not in a good mood."

I smiled happily, and for some reason Zarkal looked about ready to faint. My husband always said that it was because my smile was so beautiful that Zarkal couldn't bear to look at it, but I had my suspicions that for some reasons it scared the sh*t out of him. I approached him with smooth fluid steps and said with a very cold tone

"Would you care to explain to me why my husband is in such a horrible mood, that it would not be a good idea for his darling wife to visit him? Hmm. Would you Zarkal?"

I grin as Zarkal looks ready to p*ss himself, I swear there is almost nothing better than the sweet scent of fear and despair.

"O-Of course my Queen. It seems the 'special' prisoner in the new eighth hell, unleashed a devestating mental attack upon his highness, and he has been sulking in the corner of the bedroom for the last several hours."

Hmm. What was that? I never heard about a special prisoner or the creation of an eighth hell. Well now, it seems my cute little husband has been keeping secrets from me. {Who but her would call the enormous form of the Demon God Markal, small and cute?}

{As a note. This is what Markal looks like when He's not being summoned.

http://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=455819

Would You call that small and cute? (He's the big red guy)}

I grab Zarkal by his neck and slam him into the wall, accidentaly destroying the wall, before hissing

"You will tell me everything about my Husband, this 'special' prisoner, and the new eighth hell. And you will do it immediately, or I will find a new accountant."

"Y-Yes. The special prisoner is a former king who recently angered Lord Markal to the point, where Lord Markal felt it necessary to create a new level of hell, which contains all of the worst tortures of all the other levels. However; it seems that it all was useless as the prisoner did not break and instead released a devestating mental attack on Lord Markal."

"Hmm. And what exactly did this prisoner do to anger my cute husband so?"

"Um, well he insulted you. I believe the exact phrase was "your wife is a rotten, old, and ugly hag who is not worth the dirt on my shoes". Understandably, this drove your husband into a rage and he decided to break him so that he could give him to you as a present."

A bone chilling smile ripped across my face as I thought about what Zarkal had said. Hmmm. 'A rotten, old, and ugly hag who is not worth the dirt on my shoes' hmmm. Well that was definitely a stupid thing to say to my husband, but now that you are here little king, I think I will enjoy breaking you. You even managed to injure my husband in the only vulnerable place he has, his mind and self-esteem. Poor baby, he must have been devestated that a weak human could withstand his torture sessions. I suppose I should comfort him before I start on my next project.

Oh. I suppose I should stop choking Zarkal. I drop him to the ground before heading for the bedroom.

Zarkal POV

Damn. I hope I didn't overdo it by exaggerating what the human said. Well hopefully she will never find out that I exaggerated the quote just a little bit.

I need to find some woman to torture. It really helps get rid of the high stress levels I accumulate, while I'm doing this crappy job. But it is the only way I can survive and it lets me lord it over a bunch of strong demons, so I can deal with the hostile work enviroment.

Minerva POV

I looked into the bedroom to find my worst fears realized. It was just like I had suspected.

Markal was sitting in a corner of the room, holding his knees against his chest, while facing the wall, and muttering to himself. It looked just like a human child sulking, when he was in trouble. Or at least it would if human children were about 9 feet tall, red, covered in scales and horns, lived in Hell and ate other children for breakfast.

I honestly thought it was a little cute, but then I had been told once that I had weird tastes. The person who told me that however; had their body dismembered and their head mounted on a pike. I actually keep it in the bathroom and use it as a dart board from time to time.

However; once I heard that this human had somehow resisted all of Hell's current tortures and even some new ones I became serious. This one might actually be worthy of the time it will take to break him. But I lost my temper when Markal told me that the human had attacked him by mocking him and saying that he loved him. Implying that all the torture was useless and my baby Markal, would never be able to break him. This was a huge blow to Markal's ego and that was what hade made him so depressed.

At first I was a little angry but when Markal shed a tear as he recounted the humiliation he had been forced to endure, I lost it.

How dare this pathetic human make my darling Markal cry. HOW DARE HE! THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO MAKE MARKAL CRY IS ME! I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TAKE PLEASURE FROM HIS PAIN. HOW DARE THIS HUMAN MOCK MY HUSBAND! HE IS MINE!

I have decided. I will rend this little twerp limb from limb. I will destroy both his mind and his body, until neither is reparable, then I will take his soul and shred it into a billion pieces, and spread those peices throughout the universe, so that he will never be able to re-incarnate. I will not only destroy him, I will erase his very existence and wipe any thought about him from my darling's mind.

I spent the next several hours incouraging Markal in bed. He is back to his normal cruel self now. That is a relief, I like child Markal, but it would be a pain to have him for a husband.

I walk down the hall, towards the eighth level of hell. Prepare yourself human. Soon I will give despair and pain a whole new meaning.

I could feel a cold lifeless smile on my face. This human had seriously pissed me off, there would be nothing left.

After all, there were things you just didn't do in hell, and one of those things was making the devil cry.

Angeline POV

I fling a bunch of ice spears towards the teacher, while encasing myself in a sphere of water to absorb any attacks he might use. A bunch of fireballs were flung towards me while he evaporated the ice spears, but I quickly canceled out the fireballs with a couple of sphere's of water. I then prepared another barrage of ice spears to distract him, while I solidified the water vapor from the former group of ice spears and sent them towards his back.

At first I thought I had won as he only tried to stop the oncoming spears, but just before the hidden ones reached him, a pillar of fire surrounded him, destroying all of the ice spears.

"Not bad. That was actually pretty smart, forming the water vapor back into ice. I don't think I can teach you anymore, you are probably at least master rank by now. But you will have to work on some more effective killing spells, ice spears are good but a halfway decent mage can just vaporize them."

"Okay."

I said that but I already had a more effective way to use water manipulation. My brother Azran had taught it to me. I know he's obviously not my real brother, I mean he's some sort of demon not a dark elf, but he acts like one towards me.

He even taught me something he calls 'Flesh manipulation'. It is basically the manipulation of the water that exists inside any living being. He even captured some wild animals for me to experiment on, it was pretty gruesome but for some reason I didn't mind all the blood and gore.

He spent several days showing me how to master 'Flesh manipulation'. I had mastered it to such an extent that I could rip someone apart when I touched them, by using the water inside them to slice off parts of their body. It was possible to give someone a heart attack from a mile away, but the most efficient use of the ability was with direct skin contact. I could even program their body to die after a certain amount of time, it was really a useful ability.

At first I was wary of him because sister never mentioned him to me, and then he suddenly appeared and was all lovey-dovey with my sister. But then I remembered our father's attitude towards any male that he didn't chose, and it started to be believable.

Anyway, I need to keep training, so that I can fight with the rest of my people. Those pathetic humans will never conquer our people, we will fight and die with our great king Azran.

Yes. I must continue training and get stronger. For my brother and King, Azran.

Sirenia POV

I smile as I unleash a burst of stabs towards my opponent, completely overwhelming his defense and slamming into his armor, driving him backwards.

"End. You have improved but you need to work on your deflection skills, all the attack skills in the world mean nothing if you can be taken out by a single strike."

"Yes, my queen."

I watched him hurry away and rubbed my slightly swollen stomach. I still wasn't used to being called a queen, honestly it was a little unnerving, but I was starting to just accept it.

I worry about Azran sometimes, he is insanely strong but he continues to just do whatever he wants with only a bare plan in mind. I've been working with the generals to create better defenses and a somewhat reasonable plan of conquest. Although I have to admit that his training program worked wonders. Now the entire army is almost perfectly disciplined and loyal, while their combat potential has at least doubled.

We are nowhere near Azran's level but now our entire army is like the elite ranks of a normal army.

He left this morning with his bodyguards, saying something about removing an incoming threat. I have no idea how he knows when and where a threat will emerge but I trust him completely. That is probably because of the work he did on my mind, but I don't care because I am happier now than I ever was before.

I have increased my skill with a sword, married a king, and have a child on the way, who will one day rule the world. This is all like some sort of fantastical dream.

Well, Azran will return soon, so I should get back to working on the plan with the generals. Just because he isn't here doesn't mean we can slack off. I will be happier when he returns though, I always feel so safe with him around. It's like their is nothing in the world that can harm me, as long as I stand by his side.

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