You can better appreciate what you have when all those that would do you harm are gone.

You order an attack of the largest size. While you're attacking from several directions, you decide to focus specifically on the Zalan Empire given that they're glue holding the Grand Alliance together. Get rid of them and you've effective put an end to the war.

Corpses, skeletons, ghosts, wraiths, and all other manner of undead are raised to your grand plan. Town after town is taken. The Grand Alliance nor the Zalan Military can do anything to stop you. They use magic, they use new technological wonders, but none of it works. It is only when your dead legions approach the gates of the Zalan capital that you call a stop to the carnage.

You arrive personally to oversee your mission and to meet with your family one last time, because even after all this, you don't want to kill them. Somewhere you hope that they'll see reason and come with you. Things won't be so bad.

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 fall.
You then rise again.

"You can't kill me, I'm the fuckin' Great Lich Lord!" you laugh.

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 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.

"I don't know why, I would've made sure no harm came to her. That's why I came here."
"You already harmed her by becoming what you are! I mean…you're not even alive anymore! I saw you die and come back to life on the battlefield!"
"Oh that. The first time was a surprise to me too. Kind of a numb feeling really."
"How can you be so at peace with what you've become?"
"Because it was obviously in my nature all along. Death is my calling, I've only grown closer to it by dying. Can't change who I am."
"Dad did."
"No he didn't. Not really. He just directed his nature into a slightly more positive way and it was only due to magic that caused it in the first place. Funny how magic did the same with me, but just in reverse. However, as I've said, this does not mean I'm not without total feelings. I'd rather not have to kill you sis, but if you stand against me, I will."
"I have to stand against you."
"Why? For some noble cause of a corrupt mortal empire that's just as oppressive? Sis you always were a bit too duty bound."
"No, because while you still exist, life ALL life is in danger. You're evil, what you've been doing is evil, what you've become is unnatural. You can delude yourself all you want, but I'm not fooled and if I joined you or whatever it is you want, then I'd be just as guilty of contributing to your evil. You're not even my brother anymore, I have no brother!"

You shake your head in regret at your sister's insistence on being stubborn, but then again you expected no less.

"I'll give you one last chance sis. Will you join me?"

Your sister raises her magical glowing sword.

"So be it."

You defend yourself

"I'm sorry." You say calmly and blast your sister with powerful beam of negative energy causing the color to drain from her face and turn her hair completely white. She's still continues towards you, but another blast causes her to fall. She looks up at you with tears in her eyes and to your surprise she attempts to reach out to you. You crouch down and take her hand which she grips on to tightly.

"…don't…turn me into…one of those things…please…don't" she wheezes.
"Never. You shall die as you lived. With honor. Your body will be burned."

This statement seems to reassure her and she closes her eyes and lets go of life.

You really wished you hadn't had to do that.

"Be at peace at last dear sister. May whatever afterlife you go to be better than this one."

You cast a small fire ball at your sister's body and leave the house to burn, feeling yet another piece of your mortalhood die. One of your necromancers sees and comes up to you.

"Lord, we've pretty much taken the city. The Emperor and Empress of Zalan were killed in their own throne room. We've won."
"Of course." You say dismissively.
"So what do you want done with the city?"
"Burn it all to the ground."
"Burn it? Don't you…"
"I SAID BURN IT." You say not wishing to repeat yourself.
"Um Right! Okay you heard the Great Lich Lord! Burn it all to the ground!"

Ten years pass…


Twenty years since you embarked on your path of necromancy. The end of all life looms ever closer.

After the destruction of the Zalan Empire, the remnants of the Grand Alliance fell apart. One by one the remaining kingdoms and other governments fell before your armies. It was almost pathetically easy. The civilized world as it was known is no more. Only the dead exist.

You even had those subjects that once pledged their allegiance to you while still alive killed. You can barely tolerate your own necromancers. Catalina is the only one you still care about anymore. She's still supportive, but nervous around you. You wish she wasn't though.

Some races such as elves, sprites and other fairy type folk retreated to their woods and forests, relying on illusions, tricks and other ways to conceal themselves. Other races like dwarves, gnomes and subterranean types dug deeper into the earth hoping that you will forget about them. Yet others like humans, orcs and the like still insist on fighting you from their makeshift camps, using hit and run tactics when they can.

It doesn't matter what any of them do however, you won't rest until all life has been extinguished, if it takes you centuries, so be it. You'll hunt them all, you'll find them all, you'll kill them all.

Lately, though there have been odd occurrences. You have sensed disturbances in the very landscape from time to time. In your new undead state you of course never sleep anymore, but you've been having visions. Flashbacks. And they seem all too real sometimes.

After months of research you've tracked down one of these disturbances to the old Vampire Clan fortress. You make haste to find out if any of those accursed bloodsuckers still live. You don't see how though as you were thorough in their destruction.

This time you don't even bother telling Catalina what you think you should do next, you know exactly what you're going to do. You just walk in her study and tell her you're leaving for a little while and to keep an eye on things as usual. You teleport yourself to the location of their now desiccated fortress. Partially burned and falling into disrepair from your actions fifteen years ago.

You throw open the massive doors with ease.

"Little blood leeches, if any of you still remain, your best idea would've been to hide and stay that way." Your voice echoes throughout the halls.
"No, Great Lich Lord they are all dead. You made sure of that. You always do. It's just you and me." you hear a voice shout back. The voice sounds somewhat familiar, but you immediately home in on it since whoever felt the need to talk shit is obviously the one behind all this.

After walking a bit, you enter the throne room where you still see a few traces of dust from the vampires you slaughtered long ago. You hear a maniacal laugh and a man materialize a few feet in front of you. This man looks much different now; his clothing is ragged and filthy. He has a manic grin and giggles a bit while constantly looking around, but you still recognize him and you have to say you're genuinely surprised to see him. He's very much alive too.

"Trelik…thought you were long dust by now."
"Nearly was, quite a few times, but after my shameful defeat in the Brot Kingdom I decided to lay low. For when that day came, I knew then I would never be able to defeat you or anyone else. So I waited and watched you gain power. Watched you destroy your enemies. Watched you have everything that I wanted since the days of the Dark Order. Remember those days? Seems like so long ago no?"
"Another life time."
"Indeed…I've learned that time can be a very bizarre thing…who knows what might've happened had events occurred slightly differently due to a split second?"
"Is there any point to your insane ramblings Trelik?"
"Not really…but perhaps! We shall see…or rather we have seen…all has been seen…"

You don't like where this is going…

"While I might not be able to kill you, I can do something else! Here's another blast from the past!"

Suddenly Trelik disappears and you feel yourself going in slow motion…

Oh fuck.

"Ha ha ha ha! Ol' Quayle's books sure come in handy, but man do they make you see some crazy shit! I think I've gone completely bat shit insane at this point, but who cares? We're all dead men! Fuck killing the world! Let's kill reality!"

Trelik isn't kidding either; the very fabric is warping to a degree you didn't even see when you were dealing with Quayle.

You suddenly find yourself in the middle of a battle. You notice you're living again. It's
been so long you almost forgot what's like to breathe. You take a brief look around and you're in Aftermath…or Nuro rather.

A demonologist looking very worn from battle sees you and you have to stop yourself from attacking

"Hey hold on! I'm on your side! Shit, this didn't turn out as planned, did it?"
"Oh I dunno, I think it turned out EXACTLY as planned." You say getting the very real sense that you've done this before. The demonologist ignores your strange talk and continues.

"Mr. Demar is still battling the rest of the staff in the college and I'm really worried about what the hell's going on with Quayle's spell, I don't know if you've experienced it yet, but I've been seeing buildings phase in and out of existence. I knew fucking around with time would be trouble!"
"Yeah, it is. I guess I better go handle this. I hope I remember what I did last time." You say and make your way to see Quayle… again.

When you get to the east campus, you see Catalinia right on time. Looking at her at this age again makes you remember when you desired her mainly for her body rather than all of her other exquisite attributes.

"Nice to see you again. Quayle's in the gray building right?" You say.
"Um, yeah. I think he's in there, but…"
"Yeah I know it's dangerous, but someone's gotta go in, so I'll do it. I've risked too much already to fail. I suggest you go help Mr. Demar." you exclaim.
"Wow, this whole thing has really made you really authoritative. You've come a long way since Enchantment class."
"Yeah I've heard that somewhere else before."

This time you dispense with your attempts to kiss Catalina. There will be plenty of time for that in the future.

"Now let's see, if I remember this…" you say as you make your way to the gray building avoiding the time disturbances.

When you enter the building you see Quayle again. Same position. Same glow of white light.

"You are the future…there is no future…there are many futures…it's all so fascinating…" he says once again in an echoed voice.
"Hey Quayle, you know we've done this before right?"
"…yes…yes we have…we will continue to do so…such is time…it is inevitable…"

Any second now the weird tentacle creatures are going to start popping out and you don't feel like dealing with them again. You didn't want to do it the first time.

In fact this whole event is making your mind feel weird again, you feel like you're losing something just by being here.

You run and tackle Quayle

You remember what you did last time and it was successful, so you confidently try again.

You run towards Quayle narrowly dodging a tentacle creature along the way…

Quayle once again splatters into a gooey insect mess.

Something changes though. You're no longer aware of the fact that you're in the past. In fact your memories only lead up to this particular moment and right now all you're concerned about it is getting these centipedes off of you.

And so it goes, you live out the same exact "life" as you did before. Taking over Aftermath, destroy Brot with undead giants, killing Velzix…all of it.

Eventually you meet Trelik again, and the same things happens. And again. And again. And again. You don't realize it at all.

Trelik has trapped you in a time loop that you have no knowledge of anymore. And that is where you will stay.

Until the end of time…