AN: Tomorrow is the start of a few chapters worth of perspective changes, plus the introduction of another character who will NOT be dying.

As always, thank you all for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.

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"What of the armies brought together by those of whom had been sent out by our Parade?" my voice rumbled softly, shaking the air between my person and Brutus, as we stalked the silent halls of the castle we had claimed as our Guild's domain. We had left the Gnomes tend to the garden, to which many tried to pester my person for an idea of what I desired the structure and design of said garden should be. This led to my person stating that I would not mind whichever they had chosen.

For now, though, Brutus led my person towards a door nearest our dungeon, which would become my own private quarters. However, upon opening it we were greeted by many children, as well as my newest servants who brightened considerably upon noticing my skeletal self.

"Boss," cried out Robby, whose body had undergone a considerable change. For he had grown the fur, bushy tail, muzzle, and ears of a Wolfman whose colour was scarlet. The clothing he had worn, which were to be believed as a "Cowboy's" outfit was in shreds. For only his vest and small clothes had withstood the change, whilst all others hung about his body in strips.

"Look, Boss," his voice was a soft howl, as his left, clawed hand held up the tail from his backside, "I've a tail now!"

"You didn't tell us you were a God," whispered Shanna, whose eyes had widened considerably, whilst her sister, Anna, nibbled on a chocolate biscuit.

"You never asked, Shanna," was my reply, as my body flowed towards the ground, and became my Kobold self with a pair of scarlet, linen trousers. Of which seemed to awe the various children present, as the fur of my body was as dark as the night's heavens above and filled with silver strands which gave off the illusion of twinkling stars. Whereas my shadow-like orbs for eyes held the constellations for Family and Home within.

This led to the Kobold trio, of whom I had felt at peace with, yap happily as their small bodies waddled quickly towards my person. Whereupon I did sit down and crossed my legs to allow them the freedom to climb into my lap. Once they did so, each of them snuggled up close to my body, yawned, and dozed off to sleep.

"So cute," cooed Anna, who stared over my right shoulder upon the sleeping children.

"Agreed," my own voice was soft so as to not wake them, but was not necessary, as these Kobolds were sound asleep. Even as the other children had become quite rowdy as the room they were in slowly morphed itself to accommodate the extra bodies. For the space we were in had enough room for a single desk and chair in the centre, with enough space to move around the object. With the children and servants present, it was close to bursting; after my self and Brutus entered, the space shifted and warped, as though the area over exceeded its maximum occupancy.

Now, everyone was transfixed as the world around them stretched and distended in order to increase its size until those of whom were upon and around the desk were approximately one hundred metres away from the door, whilst the area in which I sat upon flowed halfway towards the ceiling above, then lengthened itself by ten metres towards the door and desk. This was accompanied by a second, which stood opposite my position, and between them was a small table of wood. Whilst the pair of lengthened somethings had shaped themselves into standard, endarkened sofas. Of which were quite comfortable by those who could feel for such a thing.

The floor below, which was simple tiles of white marble, was now coated in a white, velvet carpet. This reminded my person of freshly fallen snow, by the by, and appeared to be as soft as such. Of course, this stretched itself throughout the entire room, which led to the edges of the walls which were trimmed with gold furnishings, leading to a dark, crimson paint upon the walls and ceiling.

Along such walls, leading from the door to behind the desk, were rounded pillars of onyx every ten metres, and were approximately half a metre thick. These seemed to shine with an otherworldly brilliance, as the light of emerald fires were lit within each. Whereas the light above the sofas gave off a soft violet, as a crystalline chandelier slowly formed itself into being.

"Pretty," cooed the twins, who were then echoed by the children themselves, as my own mind grew dark from an errant thought.

">," I called out to the world around us, and was answered almost immediately.

[AWAITING COMMAND]

All eyes turned towards my person as I continued with, ">."

[SCANNING]

[...]

[SCAN COMPLETE. THERE ARE THIRTEEN HUMANS WITHIN THE ROOM]

">."

"B-boss?" called out Robby, who was holding a small, Human girl-child who was rubbing his ears between her fingers, "Wh-what are you doing?"

"No Humans are allowed in the presence of our Master," came the melodic voice of Sia, as she stepped into the room. Her own form of a skeletal Wolfwoman was covered by a white robe, as she held out a small, clear rectangle of glass to my person. "Lord Brutus sent a message saying you wanted to look upon your armies, Master."

"Ah, yes. Thank you, Sia. If there is nothing else, then you may return to your post, or you may stay." My own voice held a twinge of confusion in it, as I took the object, not knowing what to do with it.

"Ah, you hold it horizontal, Master, and simply envision what you wish to see," she explained with a hint of amusement at my fumbling. No. I did not reprimand her, for if I or another were to not understand something, then it is up to those who do to teach them. This was to keep everyone "on the same page", as the Humans say.

"Thank you once more, Sia, but for now," I placed the item to my right, as my eyes drifted over to those of whom were Human, "you who are Human must choose which race you will become."

"But why?" called out Shiro, who was the only Human amongst my servants.

"Humans are a detestable race," growled Brutus, "They are far too greedy for their own good, and are never satisfied even when they own that which they strived for."

"If you have been to, or read the reports about, such worlds with an overpopulation of such a race," chimed in Sia, "then you will note how they have spread into lands that are not their own. Of which they will then devour every resource in their wake and strike out against the natives. Many will then either cease to be, or enslaved forevermore."

"True," I held up my right, clawed hand to cease the pair's words, "There are a few worlds with Humans who live in harmony with the other races, I will grant them that. However, we have only found two worlds which do not repeat the actions of the others. In the first, the Humans are the oppressed slaves, whilst the other simply lived as a Wood Elf would.

"In any case, you each need to choose which race you will become."

"And if we don't want to be anything besides Human?" asked Shiro, who then quivered where he stood, as the old Human had chosen to become a Vampire. Of whom was quite hungry, and stared upon the other as though he were nothing more than a juicy steak.

"You do not have a choice in the matter, Shiro," I called out to him, as translucent screens appeared before the children and himself, as the Elder continued to slowly advance towards my servant, "Either change, or die."

"Can I be fuzzy?" asked the girl-child in Robby's arms, who helped her choose to be a Wolfgirl. Whereas all others were either helped in picking their new race, or were simply chosen for them, whilst I simply smirked as the room shined from the transformations of others.

*

After such transformations had occurred, the children and Elder were escorted from the room by Sia, who had summoned Shauu, a skeletal Bear Beastwoman, to help her. Yes. Shiro was drained of his blood from a bite to the neck, and would be revived as a servant to the Elder, but that is a tale for another time.

In any case, Brutus and I were left alone in the room, to which I held up the rectangular piece of glass and envisioned the world in which Azazel had spoken of around a sennight ago. These worlds, by the by, numbered a score, and were one of three types. Such as a volcanic desert wasteland, a large archipelago with no true continent, and a forested continent with mountains, rivers, and streams.

Each of them flew out of the rectangle I held, and floated about the room whilst giving off its own light to show off its lands within. This, in turn, caused my person to dim the fires in the room so that only the light of the worlds were shining, as one of their number grew larger before our eyes. Of which then focused our attention towards the mountainous regions where a great war was being fought.

"It appears to be Undead versus Elves and Dwarves, My Lord God," spoke Brutus, who tapped her teeth in thought, "They seem to be doing well."

"Yes," I replied, as the images focused more upon the scenes, "However, the Elves are using Holy and Nature magicks to combat their persons." My right clawed hand pointed towards a cadre of brown robed individuals pointing their staves towards the western flank of the Undead army, as it slowly trudged towards the summit of the mountain. In which case a large spell circle appeared before these robed beings, one full of white and yellow light. This then called down a large torrent of energy upon the Undead, scorching their bones and essences until nothing remained. "Quite annoying, and painful.

"So, let us see how they deal with the problem."