《Ethereal Creator of Realms》BK 1: Chapter 41 World Gates & Servants
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With all thirteen of my worlds created, I begin work on the world gates.

I create a stone archway with a large mystic crystal embedded at the top, with a stone pillar on each side of the archway at a forward, diagonal angle. I create a stone dial on the ground in front of the gate. The dial has words written in the divine runes or English, one word on each for the eleven panels, in the middle of the dial is a deep enchanted gear slot with all types anti-rune hacking countermeasures.
For the key, I shape from more of my particles a five foot tall one foot wide stone pillar, with handles on it and a large set of stone gears on the bottom.
I create twelve World Gates and twelve keys. On the dial on each world gate is eleven of the thirteen worlds, each gate excluding panels for Deus and the world they will be placed on.
Keeping the keys I decide to place them on one of the southern continents of Deus in an underground temple until 500 years prior to Orcrox's arrival, so the may intermingle and strengthen their defenses together by my mandate.
I place each world gate down on twelves of the thirteen worlds except Deus which is off limits to mortals.
Speaking to my Oracles and into the minds of the elemental races, I tell them, "The world gates have been placed upon all of my worlds but one, Deus the world of my Overseers as it is off limits to mortals.
As it has taken me ten years to craft twelve new worlds, the world gates will be operational in 3,490 years from now.
I will need Gate Keepers to both guard the world gates and operate them.
For this, I call upon any elemental who wishes to volunteer for this duty.
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Let it be known that those who volunteer will be enhanced by my Mystic the origin of mana and magic itself.
They will also have access to orbs with mystic within them that can turn into any weapon or tool.
Gate Keepers will also be required to maintain the World Gates.
Let it be known that any kingdom, group or person to lay claim to a world gate or settle within a mile of a world gate, will suffer my wrath.
That is all."
Immediately afterward, I heard thousands of prayers from my worlds.
Deciding I needed a way to fill the gaps left between my Guardians, Overseers, Oracles, Advent, and Incarnations, I decide to create a new race of elementals.
This time imbued with my power.
I take a look at Deus and see storm elementals beginning to manifest, and think 'perfect'.
Inspired by the storm elemental I start to mold them into a new race of elementals while creating thirteen from my own body, simultaneously.
I take human-sized globs of Primordial Mist and Mystic, coursing with a small amount of Arcanum. I mold the storming glob into a humanoid shape with two mystic cores one the size of a basketball in the chest and another the size of two fists pushed together, in the head. I program the larger one in the chest for motor functions, healing, and cultivation. While programming the smaller one into a sentient brain.
I cover their hands with black primordial ice gauntlets, their chests in primordial ice chest plates, their lower legs in primordial ice boots and primordial ice greaves.
I give them the ability the change their shape, but not become flesh.
I also give them abilities to control Mystic, Arcanum, create Primordial Air and manipulate it, as well as create then manipulate Primordial Water, even Primordial Ice, all from their own bodies.
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I create thirteen of them and name them Alpha Tempests, the top commanders of my Servants that report directly to me.
While I was creating the Alpha Tempests I was also creating the Beta, Delta and Omega Tempests, all my Servants.
Starting with the Omega Tempests I molded them from storm elementals giving them humanoid bodies of storms the size of humans, with two mana cores one large one for cultivation and motor skills. One smaller for the brain and sentient mind.
I create 13 million of them.
For the Delta Tempests, I did the same but made the cores from Mystic.
I created 130 thousand of them.
For the Beta Tempests, I did the same as the Delta Tempests but imbued their stormy bodies with Primordial Matter, Mystic and Arcanum.
I create 13 thousand of them.
Each Tempest had a direct link with me, and I gave them basic knowledge.
Under each of my 13 Alpha Tempests, I placed, 1,000 Beta Tempests, 10,000 Delta Tempests, and 1,000,000 Omega Tempests.
Any more storm elementals that formed naturally would be inducted into the ranks of the Omega Tempests.
My Alpha Tempest I made calm and assertive.
My Beta Tempest I made energetic and assertive.
My Delta Tempests I made calm, balanced between submissive and assertive.
My Omega Tempests I made calm and submissive.
I set Tempests to guard the keys to the World Gates in that temple under the surface of Deus.
I sent a message to Myc Ancestor and King of the Overseers, that if they needed help with administrative issues to respectfully ask for the assistance of my Servants the Tempests.
As for safety issues I assigned some of my servants to be judge and executioner for extreme cases of people disobeying my three laws. Serial Killers, Genocidal maniacs, Mass Murders with kill counts over 500 outside of cases in war, things like that.
I figured I should get the regals to stop enslaving wildes and other sentients, but as for how to do it quickly, well I'd have to think about it.
Let's just say the Regals weren't my favorite race anymore.
I do hate slavery after all.
However, I wouldn't say my Servants are slaves, more like specially made volunteers or interns, ya interns.
Maybe zealous followers is a better word for them.
Them do worship me a lot after all?
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