If Sinthinia already knows that something is going on, chances are she's already got counter measures to solve it. Her overtures for an alliance, must be some what genuine to some degree otherwise she'd just let you go through with this plan and just have you all killed when you attempt it.

"Okay, Sinthinia I'm in." you say.

Sinthinia continues to rub against you and then looks into your eyes before kissing you.

"Mmmm, I can taste the truthfulness on your lips. A rare flavor around here. I'm glad you decided to join me; we're going to have so much fun together. Now, let me taste more of you. Something more…carnal."

A few hours later Sinthinia leaves your study (Which is now a mess) and remarks that she'll be expecting to see you soon after you meet with Sesisek.

A few days pass and you meet Sesisek in the forsaken area known as the Drozz Wasteland. The barbarian tribes here still hold sway, but you need not concern yourself with such minor threats, they know enough to stay away from two dark individuals such as yourselves, and the others…

The others in question are vampires. It would appear that Sesisek has been planning more than just "normal" betrayal. The vampires eye you warily.

"So, how did you swing a deal with the vampire clans?" you ask.
"Let's just say we all have similar interests. And that interest is seeing Velzix die and that bitch Sinthinia."
"Remember Sesisek, our primary target is Velzix! Your desire for revenge on other targets is secondary!" one the vampires exclaims.
"And I assure you that taking out Sinthinia is very necessary to our goals as well. She's head of internal security. Killing her is vital to our plan."
"I thought getting Mr. Necromancer here to mask us long enough to enter Veltrix's fortress was the plan?"
"He will be, but…"
"Hey hold on, what am I supposed to be doing now?" you interrupt while exaggerating your clueless act.
"You mean you haven't even informed him yet or what's going on?"
"I was going to do it now!" Sesisek hisses before turning to you. "Look isn't it true that you can use some sort of necromantic magic to hide our friends here? The reason why assassination attempts have been so unsuccessful before is thanks to all the magic detection security in the fortress."
"Oh. I see what you're getting at. Yeah, but I can't just do it myself. I'd still be giving off too much of a deathly aura that would probably arouse suspicion from Sinthinia's detection shit. I'd have to enter the fortress with either a bunch of zombies and skeletons, or I suppose I could just enter with a few of my abominations. Those would arouse less suspicion since I use them as bodyguards anyway. You vampires could travel with us invisibly, and you shouldn't be detected until you decide to go into a blood frenzy and start killing everyone."
"Ha ha! See! I told you he could do it."

You all "agree" to this plan and hammer out some other details before parting ways.

You head back to Aftermath, when your undead abomination bodyguards begin to sniff the air and you feel a presence stalking you, you stop and prepare yourself for an attack. Once again the vampire assassins become visible. Apparently they've been following you.

"You can't sneak up on a necromancer. I can sense your undead presence remember blood leech?"
"Is that what you still consider yourself? I thought you'd become a worshipper of demons rather than death, given how long you've been with them." One of the assassins says.
"No. I don't worship anything. I'm concerned with my own power; all of this is just a means to an end. And I have not given up the necromantic arts; you would be wise to remember that vampire."
"Good. Then it's not too late."
"What are you on about?"
"Look, this plan will be more successful if you fully cooperate with us. After we kill Velzix, Lord Rostov wants to invite you to join us. He feels that your connection and understanding of death along with your power would serve the Clans well. Among us, you would find a sort of peace. You would not have to deal with demons anymore."
"You must be joking! After I kill Velzix, I'm taking over! And anyone who opposes me is going to feel my wrath!" you say still keeping up the illusion that you're going through with this assassination.

The vampire assassin runs her fingers through her hair and pauses before speaking again.


"No you won't. And I'm not talking about a knife in your back by one of us either. I'm saying if you believe you'll be able to control an empire mixed with mortals, demons AND while controlling all your undead troops, then you're beyond delusional. Look at you. You're a wreck from all the infernal magic you've been taping into. Is it any wonder that demonologists don't live a long time? It's probably only due to your baffling plentiful necromantic energy that's kept you going this long. Even if you do manage to rein in the chaotic nature of the demons, and hold off the Grand Alliance, I doubt you'll live enough to enjoy any of it, let alone conquer anymore territory."
"I guess you bloodsuckers forgot that I can always become a lich."
"A lich? There hasn't been one of those since the time of the Great Lich Lord! The amount of death energy to become one must be huge! You're not there yet, you're not likely to get there and you're not pure enough anyway. You're tainted too much by hell. While you haven't directly sold your soul, you've thrown your lot in with them long enough to be damned. You will not be allowed to escape death on your own. BUT…becoming one of us will give you a chance. You will defeat death, and live lifetimes."

You think on the assassin's words. Much of what she says is true. You aren't in the best condition anymore. You're in pain a lot though you try to ignore it and not display your weakness. As far as being damned, you're not sure, but it's probably true. Your thoughts have focused less on death and more on demonic nightmares. The purity of what you once pursued HAS been tainted. You could almost kick yourself for allowing yourself to turn into what you are.

However, you wonder if the vampire is just telling you this to get you on their side. They must be worried about you if they want you to join this bad. Of course he could just be lying, but you don't think so. After being around so many liars you've come to see the signs, not to mention your own insights into the undead.

You decline their offer

To side with these bloodsuckers would be folly. First of all they would not be asking for you to join them, if they didn't feel you were a threat. This means you have the upper hand. Second of all, despite what they claim about your dealings with the infernal plane, you ARE still a necromancer, and as such it is not you who should be taking orders from the dead, it is THEY who should be taking orders from YOU! You're confident that you'll be able to "beat" Hell without losing yourself to it. The assassin did make you think somewhat on your future. You're going to have to be twice as more intimidating than you are if you want to survive, and what you have in store is going to ensure such a thing.

"I shall have to think on it." You say with a non-committal answer.
"Yes, well you don't have too much time to do so. I" The assassin says and leaves with her brethren.

You make your way back to Aftermath and then send a message to Sinthinia that you've got the entire plan. When you explain to her what exactly is going to happen, she's positively having an orgasm at the thought of what she's going to have done to Sesisek in her special torture chamber. Afterwards you begin to make plans of your own.

A few days pass and Sesisek tells you that he has everything ready. He mentions he'll be taking care of Sinthinia personally along with her whole secret service. You'll meet the vampire assassins in a dead forest near Fury.

You send Sinthinia a message that you'll be arriving at Fury to report what Sesisek is planning. She'll be expecting you, but what will actually happen, will be completely different.

When you meet the vampire assassins, you arrive in a "hurried and disheveled" state so that you look like you've been in an attack. They're wondering what's going on.

"They found out about the plan! Someone found out and told Sinthinia and Velzix! I barely survived an ambush! I've definitely made my decision, I'm joining you!"
"And what makes you think our offer still stands?" the female assassin asks
"Because I risked my life to even warn you guys about this! I could've just ran off and left you here waiting for the demon detachment that's on its way now! You also still obviously need all the help you can get to defeat Velzix, and he's only gotten closer to opening up his permanent portal. I still can be of use, I still have vital information that can hamper his goal, but we need to get out of here right now! Take me, or don't, but you have nothing to lose by taking me with you, after all I am currently depleted and hopelessly out numbered by your kind."

The female assassin turns to her fellow vampires and they converse a second before agreeing.

"Very well, we'll take you. I hope for your sake you'll have something of importance to tell Lord Rostov, or you'll find yourself trading one death for another. And you will still have to prove yourself more before we'll make you one of us."

You nod, and contain your smile. The vampire assassin pulls out a black cube like device and presses a few button and you're whisked away to the Vampire Clan secret fortress.

Now to put your plan into action…

Suddenly you greatly draw upon the hellish energy of the infernal realm and summon the very souls being tormented there to assist you. Stealing from hell like this is a very dangerous task and you feel very drained, but you manage to maintain your control.

The vampire assassins barely have time to react before the hellfire spirits set them on fire on the inside out as them attempt to enter their soulless shells, looking for a new "home". The short lived screams of the vampires is one of extreme agony, proving that even the undead may feel pain.

"YES! Onward my tormented slaves! There are many corporeal shells for you to inhabit!"

You walk calmly through the Vampire Clan Fortress as the hellfire spirits slaughter the vampires with ease. The screams begin to grow on you. You may be a necromancer, but you think now you have a better understanding of what it means to be a demon. Your thoughts have become steadily more twisted with each passing blood leech death.

Finally you reach Lord Rostov. He looks very regal and dignified even when certain doom awaits him. He says nothing merely attempts to fend off your fiery minions. He does better than his underlings, but ultimately he too is burned to a crisp, putting an end to the vampire clans once and for all.

Now it's just you alone with several of these burning souls still screaming for a host body. You're barely keeping them from attacking you and you begin to dismiss them immediately, sending them back to hell. Except one. One which you have plans for and are going to take the ultimate gamble with.

Letting your guard down you release the spirit from your command which enters inside your body.

You've felt pain before as you've slowly aligned yourself with hell, but none of it has ever compared to this. Your whole inside of your body is literally on fire. You feel the organs in your body rise in temperature, and explode as they burn up. There is no way you should be surviving this, but something else within you has taken control.

Your will and your desire for one. Your unnatural ties to necromantic energy for another.

"NO! I will NOT die like this! YOU are MY servant and I am the master here! I will be master of ALL! You will obey me and cease this behavior instantly!" you bellow, as your vocal cords burn away making your "bellow" sound more like a terrible hissing raspy sound.

You collapse and continue burning and convulsing on the stone floor trying to fight off death and tame this disobedient spirit. After about a day of this, the transformation is complete.

What you are exactly is questionable however. Are you alive? Are you undead? Are you a demon? Perhaps you're all three now.

The tormented hell spirit is still within what's left of your burned body, though you've completely absorbed whatever "free will" it might've had. The pain is still there though somewhat duller. You probably shouldn't be feeling anything given that all your nerves have been destroyed and technically being dead and all, but the powers of hell are known to extend pain even after death. You know it's somehow keeping you alive, but at a heavy duty price obviously.

You get up wracked with pain all over your blackened and smoldering body. If you were a mess before, you're a complete wreck now, but you've gained more power than you ever could've while as a mortal. And you've not only swindled death, but hell as well. You've achieved something even the Great Lich Lord didn't do.

And if all goes as planned you'll achieve ANOTHER thing he didn't do.

But first you'll go check on your new "ally" Sinthinia.

When you leave the Vampire Clan Fortress, you find that Velzix's realm had to put down a very small rebellion. Sesisek seeing that his plan had gone to complete shit when you and the vampires didn't arrive decided he was going to go ahead with it anyway. He and a few thousand foolish mortals that followed him attacked in open revolt. He didn't last long before he was easily put down. You were actually thought to be dead (Which isn't entirely inaccurate) while you were undergoing your new transformation and struggling to survive the process, all the undead that you had under your control slumped back to death again. A few of your acolytes picked up the slack, but given how many undead troops that suddenly dropped, it was still assumed that someone had killed you.

How surprising it was for Sinthinia when you went to meet her in private. The first being to be graced in the presence of your new form. Not surprisingly she didn't recognize you at first, she's even a little unnerved. You like that.

"Ah, lovely Sinthinia…you were quite right to choose me as an ally. Even in this new form I would still find it quite a shame to destroy such a beautiful form…"
"…you? I thought…where the fuck have you been and…what the hell are you?"

"Hell. Hell's exactly what I am." You hideously laugh.

You proceed to explain the whole story since you feel in a mood to do so. She's very fascinated by the process since even she didn't know it was possible for a mortal to achieve something like this. She seems particularly intrigued by the fact that you're in a lot of pain constantly.

She mentions that Velzix will probably start being more concerned with you, but of course you care not for such matters. You've defeated Death, you've cheated Hell, what's one demon lord?

You once again you enter a new stage of your journey

Chapter 4: Damned



Five years have passed…

It's been ten years since you allied with Velzix, an alliance that's becoming more tenuous with each passing day.

Startled by your transformation and surge in power, Velzix proceeded to work extra hard on opening the portal, which he did...permanently. Velzix now has unlimited reinforcements, but you do as well. Your new found abilities allow you to not only summon the torments spirits of the infernal plane, but you soon were also able to raise dead demons as hellish undead. Something that couldn't be accomplished before, by any being. Not even the Great Lich Lord. Combine this with your other regular necromantic abilities and you're a severe threat with completely loyal troops who will have to be dealt with soon as far as Velzix is concerned. But for now, the alliance still stands. Your other "ally" Sinthinia still maintains her grip on her spy network, but it's of little importance to you now. You've completely filled your holdings with undead be they former mortals or demons. None of them are going to rat on whatever it is you're plotting.

As for the "Grand Alliance" it's in its death rattle. The Zalan Empire has basically taken full control of it, but even with more of a unified leadership, this last hope for mortals is doomed. You don't even know why they persist in struggling. You alone have pushed your undead hell legions towards the gates of the capitol yourself, beating that idiotic Tivadol to the punch. You hear of how he roars with rage at your successes.

Having accomplished this feat, and despite your transformation, your thoughts can't help, but turn to your family. It's been years since you've had any kind of direct contact with them. You know your Mom still lives in the capitol of the Zalan Empire and that your sister is still currently holding the last pitiful lines of defense there as a general.

As for your Dad…well you know exactly where he's at right now. He's in your dungeon. Sinthinia recently had him captured after he and his company had been waging an ongoing guerilla tactic campaign of irritating raids on Velzix's Realm. When you found out, you insisted that he be brought to you and she was only too happy to oblige, knowing that your dislike of him, only grew and festered into full blown hatred after your transformation.

While it's true you're supposed to oversee the destruction of the Zalan capitol personally, you're going to enjoy yourself in tormenting the one who sired you first.

You open the door to his cell and see a beaten and bloody old man. No longer is he the figure of intimidation that you once quaked in fear of when he was around. His wounds are recent from the lashes he's been taking. You decided it would be best to start off with the basics before moving on to more elaborate tortures.

However, upon seeing you, he manages to compose himself the best he can.

"Ugh…too chicken shit to do your own dirty work, huh?" he says spitting blood.
"I think you'll find that by letting others do my dirty work, I'm actually showing mercy. Because when I starting doing it, you won't be in any condition to perform this poor attempt of bravado."

Your Dad finally stands up and addresses you more directly. He looks at you and shakes his head.

"You think by killing me, that you're proving something? You ain't proving shit boy except what a lousy disappointment you truly are. Now your sister, THERE'S a child to be proud of. Even yer mother gave up on you. Broke her heart you know that?"

You can't believe this arrogance!

"Feh, aligning yourself with the hordes of hell, I always knew you were too weak to do anything on your own. You couldn't even follow the path of darkness without help." Your Dad mocks.

You don't know how he's doing this, but he's actually managing to get to you. You're tired of hearing this and you cast a spell that strips a portion of his skin off. He falls to the floor in pain.

"You will NOT dictate your judgment on me! I am beyond such things now, especially from the likes of you! A blood thirsty thug who committed more than a few atrocities in his day and up until I began my path of darkness, was still committing foul deeds under the guise of law. You are no better than me!"
"Wrong again boy. I cleaned up my act…heh heh, okay maybe not completely. But I ain't never got myself in league with demons. Let alone turn myself into some unnatural…thing. Yer dammed boy. And while you might think you're going to be controlling everything, you ain't. You don't control hell boy, it controls you. Yer nothin' but a slave to..."

"ENOUGH!" you shout and kick him before he can complete his sentence. The rage building up in you is enough to twist steel, but still your Dad mocks you. He's laughing!

"Ha ha ha, broke yer mother's heart…"

You don't have time for this right now. You're supposed to oversee the final attack of the Zalan capitol, and you're still going to do that, and your Dad is going to feel the pain when you come back. In the meantime he can rot in his cell.

You arrive and the final attack is ordered. You storm the gates as cannons destroy multitudes of your troops only to be replaced with more. You see your sister on top of the battlements ordering her soldiers to fire upon you. During this attack you feel several bullets enter your body breaking through your magical defenses. You ignore the pain, as its nothing compared to what you've been exposed to.

Not stopping, you enter the gates of the city realizing that this was inevitable. Things could've only been this way. Your undead slay all those that oppose you, but you mentally make sure none of your undead has murderous intentions towards any of your family. You have special plans for them. You head towards your parent's old house, taking little notice of the death around you.

When you arrive you find the house empty. In fact it looks like it's been empty for months. So many memories here…a different time… even a different life now…

"She left when the attacks first came. She didn't say where either. She just told me she was leaving. I even had her followed for awhile, but she was quite adept at eluding my scouts, not to mention I had other concerns to take care of." Your sister says entering behind you.

"Mom always was smart, well except maybe when it came to Dad, but he's rotting in my torture cell right now. So who cares?" you remark.

Your sister doesn't make her sense of concern noticeable by your revelation, but instead looks upon you with complete disgust.

"I can't believe you've let yourself become what you are. What you've done…"
"I've found that one is capable of quite a bit, when one sets their mind to it. Even the demons fear me and I have only myself to congratulate. Soon they too will fall…perhaps this is a lingering sense of brotherly concern, but you could join me in this. You would be a great asset in the coming war with Velzix. Perhaps I could even help you transform as well."

She spits on the floor, and then raises her magical glowing sword.

"I thought as much."

You blast your sister with powerful beam of negative energy causing the color to drain from her face. She's still continues towards you, but another blast causes her to fall.

She's near death and your twisted mind still ponders what to do. Your sister was a great warrior, and you weren't joking when she would be a great asset to you if she was on your side. You're sure if given enough time and using the right magic rituals you could transform her like you did to yourself. Part of you also still has your Dad's words of how she was someone to be proud of ringing in your head. Transforming her into a vessel of evil would be destroying that image in your mind.

You transform her

Overcome with irrational hatred and jealousy of an opinion that technically shouldn't matter to you at all, you grab your sister's body and have dark plans for it. Even better, you're going to have your Dad see exactly what you're going to do. Two tortures in one.

You infuse her with a bit of unholy energy to keep her alive. As you're leaving one of your mortal necromancers approaches you in the middle of the chaos.

"Uh sir, we've taken over the city. The royal family was butchered in their own throne room."
"Huh? Yeah, yeah. Well you know what to do, recruit the weak willed, kill the resisters, and raise the dead. I got more important things to do."

You take your sister back to Aftermath and begin your work. You start to perform rituals and have your Dad watch every reprehensible act you do to your sister over the course of several weeks. She slowly goes from becoming a noble warrior to a malevolent murderer. She screams in pain from the vile assaults upon her mind and body. For the first time you think you've seen your Dad weep and display any kind of emotion. He even begs you to stop, which really make you smile.

When you're ready to represent the final act of your work, you approach your Dad who's a completely broken man at this point.

"See, and look upon your pride and joy now Dad. You were proud of her because she was everything she represented that you weren't right? She shook off the brutality and replaced it with nobility. She wasn't a self-serving mercenary; she was a duty bound fighter who believed in something. So much so that she was willing to try to kill me even though the odds were against her. She chose a path because it was what she BELIEVED in, not something she became due to falling under some spell like you did. Well guess what? I CHOSE my path too. And I've chose to turn your beloved daughter into you. Did you know she had the capacity for great evil already? Guess your genes are always there, no matter how much you try to deny them. I had to look deep, but I found that part of her. That darkest part of her hates, her violent tendencies, all of it. I nurtured and coaxed it out through…well I think you saw most of the process. Now behold my greatest achievement since my ascension."

You sister comes from behind the door; she looks much different than from what your Dad remembers. No longer is she a force of good, but one of evil. Of course though you've made sure she's totally obedient to you. The tormented hell soul that inhabits her body is completely under your command. It causes her great pain, but then again so are you. Why should you be the only one who suffers?

She sneers at you as she walks towards your Dad. You can feel her hatred toward you, yet she knows she cannot do anything toward you. Instead she takes it out on your Dad who can only give a mournful look of what she's become before he's hacked to bits in a bloody fury.

Yes, she will certainly be a terror on the battlefield, you think.



Ten years pass…

Twenty years have passed, and the world has tilted firmly into the grip of evil. Demons pour into this world more and more each day. The Grand Alliance is dead and the "civilized" governments of mortals have fallen to demonic hordes or your own undead ones. Pockets of resistance always exist, but they will soon fall in time as well.

With the success of your sister's transformation, you proceeded to pick other powerful mortals and unnaturally twist them to your will, turning them into something more than demon, more than undead and certainly more than human. They are much like you except they are completely obedient to your will. They hate you of course for their painful existence, but is it not the way of all children to want to kill their father?

Perhaps Hell has changed you, but you've made quite a few changes to Hell…

Of more immediate concern is Velzix, who demanded years ago that you stop your experiments on mortals. He and most of the other pure blood demons already didn't like the fact you could raise their dead, but they REALLY didn't like how you were achieving something that they hadn't thought of, let alone even accomplish. Of sure a few can possess a body, or turn an idiot to evil, but how many can create a whole new "race" of beings who are rivaling them in wickedness yet subservient to their creator? Of course you told Velzix to fuck off and there begun a civil war.

Your undead, mortal servants and Hellbred warriors now control your territory known as the Forsaken Dominion. Velzix still calls his territory "Velzix's Realm" but it's primarily inhabited by demons now, though mortal slave do serve them under their clawed heels. Neither place is particularly appealing to any right and good thinking being though.

Tivadol the Destroyer was the first fool to directly challenge you. He decided that if he could get you out of the way, he could prove that he was the ultimate warrior and easily take Velzix's place. He soon found out how poor his judgment was, when your sister personally slew him on the battlefield and his now undead shell serves her every whim and take her every abuse. Sinthinia broke off her so called alliance with you, and somehow managed to ingratiate herself back in Velzix's good graces. Perhaps your actions really have put the fear into them. Indeed there is less infighting occurring in Velzix's Realm nowadays.

This new unified front the demons have put up is the only thing that's really giving you problems as of late. Get them to start fighting amongst themselves again and you'll be able to roll over them.

You were here first. You're going to rule this world, nobody else.

You get an idea. You know the demons hate your new Hellbred creations yet you're pretty sure Velzix wouldn't mind having some on his side. He's merely using this new found unity to his advantage, just like he'd use your creations to his advantage as well.

You decide to stage a small revolt, though you're not telling anyone about it. Only you'll know the truth. You figure your sister would be the best one to start with since it's well known how much she loathes you even amongst the enemy.

The first revolt in the Dominion is set off by your sister. She slays several of your mortal servants, some of them even necromancers. Undead die by the droves. You could care less. This is for a greater goal and after all, you'll just raise them again later. The second revolt occurs next and then another. By the end of the month several of your Hellbred warriors have rebelled and some have even acquired small contingencies of mortal followers.

All of this grabs Velzix's attention. He moves in to take your weakened areas, but he also sends feelers out to these rebel Hellbreds. Since this was supposed to be impossible he's very interested to see if he can use them against you…

Excellent the first part of the plan is set.

He has Sinthinia approach them, as he's still too smart to directly face them. The cowardly demon lord hasn't left his magically fortified inner chamber in years. Of course Sinthinia has her own personal guards approach them first since she's not risking her life either. Of course the Hellbreds act appropriately hostile and suspicious, but mention how much they hate being used as your pawns and how arrogant you were to think that you could control them just because you created them. They want nothing more than your death.

That response is enough for Velzix to start offering them positions in his armies. They accept of course. At first they're just kept to their own units, but after Velzix wins some territory from you (More than he has in years) he realizes their efficiently would be better spread out to maximize there fighting skills and strategic minds. He begins to have them lead demon contingencies.

This doesn't go over well.

Part two of the plan has come about.

Soon the demons begin to resent Velzix's decision. Saying that he's favoring these Hellbreds over them. Velzix tell them he'll do what he wants as he's the leader and what he says goes. Sinthinia doesn't like this either and mentions that he's stirring trouble by pursuing this course of action and she doesn't like the fact that she can't sense what they're thinking or feeling like a normal (or not so normal) living creature, but Velzix insists he's doing the right thing since he's winning the war against you now.

It doesn't take long before the demons revert back to their chaotic natures and start getting disobedient with their new Hellbred "companions". Now you have your Hellbred stop holding back and lash out which they do in violent ways. This of course causes the death of several Hellbreds, but these acts cause a greater spiral of destruction.

Demons begin fighting among themselves again, arguing that Velzix doesn't know what the fuck he's doing and isn't worth following since he trusted these creatures to lead. Velzix has REAL rebellions going on all over his Realm. Portions of it begin to split away from the whole and several demons begin forming their own warlord domains. Domains that you easily conquer as you bring your full unified force to bear. Eventually Velzix's reputation isn't strong enough anymore and he can't bring enough reinforcements anymore to help, as the knowledge of his failures have spread even to the infernal planes. In fact he has to close up his portal just so other opportunistic demon lords don't come around to finish him off, he's having enough problems with you. You get the impression that Sinthinia had something to do with that as she disappeared soon after this elaborate deception came about. (Possibly her "parting shot" at Velzix who she never had any true loyalty to anyway and fled back to the infernal plane to save her own skin)

Now the endgame begins

Your sister storms Velzix's fortress with an army larger than the one used to storm the Zalan capitol ten years ago. You never even have to dirty your hands, and you heard he was slain with ease by your sister. When she presents his head to you, you do something you haven't done in a long time. Grant act of mercy.

"You've served me well dear sister, let this be your final reward."

You snuff out the tormented spirit inhabiting your sister which releases her from her painful servitude and allows her to die.

Now nothing stands in your way, Velzix's hasty actions of closing the portal have made things even easier for you. No longer do you have to deal with these interloping demons any longer. You've suffered their kind long enough. Even from the very beginning when Big Red gave you shit when you tried to buy a book on necromancy from him, how long ago that was...

You vow to have every last one of them killed.

You godhood?

Thirty years pass…

It's been fifty years since you set out on the path of darkness.

Every demon on this world has indeed been hunted down and killed. If any still exist, they've found the deepest darkest hole to hide in and you're even having those searched. Mortal resistance is non-existent. You've stomped out every wannabe hero/last hope/chosen one whenever they've presented themselves. Such idealism is the past. A few times there have been a few of your necromancer underlings that have attempted to have you killed, but such attempts are futile and the conspirators are typically caught, tortured and then killed.

Most mortals know better than to stand against you now though. You have done something remarkable in your cruel iron fist and that is the fact you've brought peace to the world at last. Nobody fights on any meaningful major scale anymore. All mortals, from the lowliest goblin to the haughtiest elf (Though there aren't too many of the latter left) all obey your terrible will and seek to become one of your many undead minions when they ultimately die. Their "afterlife".

They cannot hope to stand against no less than a god.

Are you a god though?

After all is it not you who drove the demons from the world?
Is it not you who created the Hellbred?
Is it not you who has achieved world peace?
Is it not you who is complete master of life and death?
Is it not you who continues to suffer your agonizing existence merely to give these fools some purpose in their lives?

Where are all the gods of "old" anyway? Why did they allow this to happen? Why have they not stopped you, if this was not destined to happen?

You're of the mind that the gods of this world either never existed or cowered in fear of your rising power and abandoned it long ago.

While you ponder these questions in the solitude of your study and decide that you ARE a god, you are suddenly visited by the contrary.

"Well, well, well, this turned out a lot better than I expected. I guess it was good I placed my faith in you…ha ha faith. Probably not the most appropriate word, but I can't think of a better one right now."

You turn around to see a face you thought dead long ago. Even you are surprised, and that rarely happens nowadays. How he got in here you have no idea.

"Big Red?"
"Yep, it's me."
"I saw you dead. Years ago."
"Oh that, yeah well let's just say that wasn't me or at least no the real me. Doesn't matter. This world is ready for the infernal plane."
"Excuse me? Just because you have somehow managed to cheat death, do not presume that you can challenge me. I am god here. This world is mine and mine alone."

Big Red laughs and then you feel a sudden paralysis over come you. Powerful magic is at work here and you can't do anything about it. Your anger rages.

"This world COULD'VE been yours, had you chosen a different path, tis true. But the day you came to me, was the day that path ended. I knew a change in this world was coming long before you showed up, and not necessarily one in my favor. The stench of death had risen once more just like in the days before the Great Lich Lord,. in fact I was already to haul my red ass back to the infernal realm. I already went through that shit once, didn't feel like dealing with it again. Mortals are certainly fun to be around, but the undead…never cared for them. If they were going to retake this world, I saw no point in staying. Demons are indeed assholes, but hey I can related to them."
"When I get free, I'm going to make you beg for death!" you yell while he continues his speech.
"However, when you came to me, I could sense the great power of necromancy flowing in you. Oh sure Mr. Demar and his motley crew THOUGHT they were dark wizards, but their power paled in comparison to what I sensed in you. I thought about killing you right then and there to stop the possible dead onslaught, but then I thought why do that, when I can bend and taint you to infernal purposes?"
"You didn't do shit! I DID THIS ALL!"
"I'm sure you think so, and that's exactly what I wanted you to believe. Those necromantic books you took from my place when you found my dead body were infused with hell magic, secret languages from my home. Of course if you had been a little more experienced in such matters you might've caught on, but you were too eager to start raising the dead to not realize that the seeds were slowly taking root in your mind. I watched you turn slowly away from the purity of death and begin to consort with demons. The moment you allied with that blowhard Velzix I knew then the seeds had taken started to bloom."
"NO! You're lying!"
"It was a good thing that my plan worked too, because it stunted your potential power. The purity of your unnatural link to the dead was spoiled and ultimately severed long ago. Who knows how powerful you could've gotten had I not intervened? Maybe you would've surpassed the Great Lich Lord. Why you might've ascended into godhood. Scary to think about the road not traveled eh?"
"LIAR! LIAR!"
"Well okay I can't take credit for ALL your decisions, but come on. When you began summoning tormented souls from the infernal realm, did you really think you could've gotten away with that without some kind of help? You were STEALING from Hell. Then when you transformed yourself you were going beyond normal hubris. Not even our kind has the balls to defy Hell itself. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to convince the high ups to let you get away with it. Your Hellbred experiment made things even worse, but in the end it was all worth it. Hell's getting an entire world in return and their stolen souls back."

This revelation…you don't want to believe it, but somehow the hard reality is crashing down upon you, and the paralysis wears off and you suddenly feel completely drained as you fall to the floor.

"No…no…I was in control the whole time…I'm just…just a puppet…a slave…"
"We're ALL slaves to Hell, my dead friend. Its just all of the question how high up you are in the hierarchy you are. You might've been allowed some leniency, and been allowed to be my second in command, but as I said your grand theft soul displeased the high ups. So you gotta pay. Pay dearly I'm afraid. Shame really, you really were quite efficient at your work, but having someone like you around would've been dangerous to my well being anyway. I think Sinthinia will be more fun than you'd be as well. She's proved a most useful spy and saboteur through this whole endeavor. She was the one who told you to look behind the toilet for the necromantic books fifty years ago after all."

Its just one deception upon another as the plot has unfolded to prove how you were lead down the path to Hell. Now there's just one more thing as you're crumpled miserably on the floor hoping that all of this is some bad dream, but of course when Big Red crouches next to you and grabs your wrist this is all too real.

"It's been said time and time again, but you chose to ignore it. You don't change Hell, Hell changes you. And it's changed not only you, but this world as well. Time for both of you to come home necromancer."

And with these last words, the entire world is transported into the infernal plane where Big Red is allowed to run it as he sees fit. All your undead and Hellbred are destroyed instantly as your powers are stripped away immediately. Hell gave you your powers, and now it's taking them away. Drawing back ALL its energy it ever gave you.

You now lay in some forsaken deep pit of Hell completely helpless. You have nothing to defend yourself against the demonic torments that you now suffer. Physically, mentally and especially spiritually.

Your punishment is eternal and not even the power of death can save you.