《Path of Damnation》Day 25: How to deal with a cocky attitude
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I currently sat upon a large, lavish throne.
It was far too large and when I say large, I mean with enough space to fit three of four people.
It was overly lavish as well.
Gold and jewels embalmed the throne.
Even though it looked beautiful and stylish, it was really bothersome seeing as how large gems dotted the throne.
My back and arse became sore after sitting on it for awhile, but seeing as how there were no other chairs in this throne room, I had no choice but to sit down upon it.
As if sitting down upon an uncomfortable chair wasn’t enough, I had been forced to talk to hundreds of people since yesterday.
All of them, the nobles, the clan leaders, the merchants, the generals and commanders, the believers, everything single one of them told me the same thing.
‘Oh great being, it is a pleasure to stand before you and I hope you like my gifts’.
Now get those words and butter them up as much possible.
As if turning a simple greeting into an hour long speech wasn’t bad enough, the gifts were by far, a hundred times worse.
Out of all the gifts I had been offered and I had been 94 to date, 93 of them were women.
All of them of course beautiful, but literally it was enough.
I was given 93 women, ranging from daughters to nieces to granddaughters to cousins to sisters.
Even one wife.
Their ages also varied, from as young as 11 till as old as 44.
When I say beautiful for all of them, I don’t mean it in that way.
The children were adorable and looked very cuddly. Like dolls I guess.
While the older woman, were interesting? Exotic maybe? That doesn’t really matter but it was bothersome.
And all of them had the same goal, getting me to impregnate their ‘gift’.
All of them wanted to claim some lineage to me.
But I rejected them all.
Some were far more interesting than others and I might have accepted them, but I didn’t want the favour of one clan and the anger of 90 others.
So I rejected them all.
Some even tried to say that rejecting would be a bad idea and that there would be ‘severe’ consequences.
I of course silenced them by saying ‘I am the God of Damnation. I make the rules, I make the laws and if they didn’t like it, they could leave or die’.
Of course I said it in my Titans voice.
I sighed as I thought about this.
I had come to the Fortress of Damnation to check up on Kaisers progress, but it turns out he already went on a conquest.
Not to main enemy either.
While he would have waited for me before heading north to fight the humans and Amiya, he didn’t wait for me when he headed south to conquer the elves.
The thought process Kaiser had must have been influenced because I doubt he would simply go and attack the elves of his own volition.
It must have been Ghum’bil, but I’ll learn soon enough.
From the reports the humans had on elves here, they would stand absolutely 0 chance of beating an invading army of 10,000 orcs.
I could only hope Kaiser upheld my simple moral principle.
No rape.
Well I am sure he would stop that from ever happening.
But then again, if Ghum’bil influenced him enough to invade the elves, maybe he corrupted his morals.
I’ll find out soon enough anyways.
But seriously this throne is uncomfortable, the hell is wrong with the human who made this throne.
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Glancing back up I looked at the beast men elder before me.
He was from the clan of ‘Karmin’ a turtle type beast men.
He had already finished buttering up to me and told me to wait a moment as he brought in his gift.
I sighed in irritation as I waited for his gift.
I already knew what it was going to be.
A turtle beast woman.
I tried imagining it, but I couldn’t do so properly.
I just couldn’t.
And as I expected, what came to me was a female turtle beast woman.
But she looked nothing like the male counterpart.
The elder counterpart looked like a large humanoid turtle with a shell on his back.
It would probably be equivalent to incredible cosplay back on my earth.
But then again, he was real.
That aside, the female looked nothing like him.
The female looked like a female.
Yup, she looked nothing like a turtle which confused me.
She had long green hair, beautiful green eyes, luscious green lips and a slightly green skin colour.
Her body was curved perfectly in all the right places and she looked stunning.
But she had no visible turtle shell from the front.
The elder’s was huge and visible from the front but hers wasn’t.
I looked at her curiously.
The elder was going on about her otherworldly beauty and how honoured they would be if I accepted their offering.
I put my hand up and silenced him.
MC: “Turn around” I said looking at the while twirling my finger around.
She did so immediately and turned around.
And shockingly enough she had this small shell on the middle of her back.
It was flat and covered barely the bottom half of her back.
The elder beast man looked at me expectant eyes, most likely thinking I was interested in her as a partner.
And telling the truth, I was interested in her, seeing as how I am a straight male.
But I had no need for more females at the moment, seeing as how I had Natasha and her group.
My curiosity satisfied I looked towards the elder beast man and smiled.
MC: “Beautiful, but I have no need for more consorts” and with that I gestured for him to exit.
He glared at me and I was expecting him to try and fight me over my decision but he simply sighed and nodded, telling her to leave, which she did so promptly, while telling me that if I ever wanted such a beauty again, I knew where to find them.
That made me chuckle as it was a good reply to my rejection.
That aside my mood turned sour quite soon seeing as how another beast man entered the room.
I was about to lose it so I prepared to get up and begin ranting at all of these people who kept trying to offer me wives.
How much of a bloody libido do they think I have?
And that’s not even the worst part.
The worst part is that my current body cannot participate in such recreational activities seeing as how I am a god damned Earthling.
That was ironic now that I think about it.
God damned huh.
That aside, before I could get up and before the beast man could begin his speech of how much he loves me.
A large orc walked in and bowed towards me and announced that High Priest Ghum’bil and General Ok’rahz have returned and seek audience with me.
Ghum’bil I knew and Ok’rahz I just learned about, but why would Ghum’bil return himself?
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To announce Kaiser is dead or injured? That would mean he is lying as I can feel Kaiser alive and well.
As I speculated as to why he would return, a grumbling beast man was escorted out and the throne room was emptied.
And before long, in came Ghum’bil and the so called General Ok’rahz.
They both looked towards me with respect and….
Well they’re second emotion was different.
Ghum’bil was feeling anger and hate, but not towards me.
But towards Ok’rahz and someone far away.
I am going to assume Kaiser since who else could it be.
And Ok’rahz was feeling duty and pride.
Most likely in managing to escort Ghum’bil back to me.
That aside, Ok’rahz walked up to my side and took out a letter and presented it to me.
The letter was sealed crudely with wax.
Ok’rahz: “My great god, this is a letter from the Champion Kaiser pertaining to the High Priest and the campaign” and with that he bowed and backed away towards Ghum’bils side.
I nodded and opened the letter and began to read its contents.
With each sentence I read my anger increased.
Slowly and slowly I made my way down the letter.
With each word I read the temperature in the room dropped.
I glanced upwards halfway through the letter only to see the denizens of the room shaking slightly.
Turning back to the letter I continued my way down.
My anger continued to increase as I continued to read the letter.
And before long I read the entirety of the letter.
I glanced towards Ghum’bil and sat there, the letter in my hand in utter silence.
With each passing second, Ghum’bil became paler and paler.
Sweat began to form on his brow but fear stopped him from wiping it.
He stood there, very pale, sweat dropping from his head and hitting the ground.
The only sound in the entire throne room was the beads of sweat hitting the ground.
Even the breathing of other people became deathly silent.
My entire body was surrounded with a dark aura.
I moved my hand and placed the letter on the armrest of the throne before getting up and walking towards Ghum’bil.
With every step I took towards him, the clapping sound of my movement reverberated throughout the hall.
Every step closer made Ghum’bil exert more and more fear.
Halfway towards him, I realized my Tribal form wasn’t tall enough to do what I wanted to do.
So I began to transform, the pain from the transformation was hidden under my anger.
The transformation happened slowly but instead of waiting for it to finish I continued walking.
My feet slowly stopped making sound as I became less Tribal and more Elemental.
Now I hovered across the ground slightly as I moved towards Ghum’bil.
I disliked this form since I had no actual physical features.
I had no mouth, no eyes, and no ears.
I could talk, see and hear in a different manner.
Now hovering right before Ghum’bil he moved his eyes away from me and looked towards the ground.
I moved my detached and eerie arm towards Ghum’bil and grabbed his chin.
His shaking went from mild to extreme in a moment.
I could feel his fear.
Using my hands I slowly moved his head upwards until we now looked each other in the eyes.
Or would have, if I had eyes.
That aside, we now stood at that eye level and I could see Ghum’bils face which donned pure terror.
I moved my open hand towards my face and covered it.
Ghum’bil looked confused as I did this but I grinned on the inside.
I forced my body to change slowly.
I carved sockets into my face.
In the place my eyes would have been I carved two holes.
But I knew that these eye holes would look terrifying since they had nothing inside them.
They would be two small holes of darkness.
My body modification complete I moved my hands away and let Ghum’bil see what I had done.
I heard gasps of fear from not only Ghum’bil but almost everyone in the room.
They all let out their aura of fear.
Ghum’bil tried to look away so I grabbed his jaw roughly and made him look into my empty eye sockets.
I made him look into the darkness of my eyes which made him begin to whimper.
I was pleased I made him cower before me so much with only body action.
I tried to talk in this body seeing as I had never done so before, wondering what I would sound like.
When I tried to, I felt pain as my face began crack at the area my lips would be.
Slowly the cracked enlarged enough for me to be able let out my sound of pain.
But it sounded nothing like a painful groan.
What came out of mouth sounded like whisper you would hear from a horror film.
MC: “Haahhh” I let out the horrifying sound which made Ghum’bil tear up in fear.
With that sound a pop up hit my face.
Conditions for Sub Evolution Met
Evolved Earthling: Elemental Construct > Earthling: Chaos Elemental Construct
Accept
I smiled internally and said yes and with that my body began to glow black.
The fact I could sense the aura so clearly meant that it was a visible aura, meaning right now I was surrounded by a black cloud.
That aside, the small sockets I had created were now filled with something.
A small red glow filled them.
I was happy with this evolution as it was my only scary and threatening looking form to date.
Putting that aside I looked back at Ghum’bil who was essentially paralysed in fear.
MC: “Defy Kaiser will you” I said in a tone so dark and eerie that even I would feel fear if I knew that sound didn’t come from me “I let you become my High Priest and this is how you repay me?” my voice came out slowly.
Each word came out one by one, all scratchy and dark.
Ghum’bil began to drop tears upon my hands, his fear now at its max.
Without even being able to talk back to me, he most likely thought he would die now.
But I needed him alive and I had scared him into submission by breaking his emotions already.
I let go of his jaw and he dropped to his knees.
Within a second of landing on his knees he planted his head near my feet and wept openly.
MC: “Never again Ghum’bil. Never again” and with that I turned around as Ghum’bil wept while thanking me for sparing his insignificant life and how he would forever stay loyal to me.
As I moved back to the throne, I slowly turned into my human form.
Once I had fully turned into a Human I turned around and sat down on the throne.
MC: “Leave. Everyone” I said my tone dark and heavy.
With those words everyone immediately collected themselves and left, Ghum’bil included.
As I leaned back on the incredibly uncomfortable throne, I got the sense that Ghum’bils love and adoration grew for me after what happened today.
Sighing I rubbed my forehead before closing my eyes.
Even if it was harsh, I had to nip rebellion at its bud, before it grew too much.
Plus Ghum'bil deserved it, after what he had done.
That aside, I decided I’ll take a small rest seeing as how this entire day has been stressful.
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