175 Willem of Arsene

Far away from there, in a castle whose appearance could only be called ugly, numerous demons of all races were bowing in front of a throne. Most of them were just the demonized orcs, but a few ratmen could also be seen, with another race noticeable by their purple fur. The goatmen were, however, not as respectful as the rest, only lowering their head slightly. That was because of their power, even if some amongst the mass were disappointed with that since even they had failed.

"Demon Emperor, we have received the news that the assault had failed one more. Also, we are still without any news concerning the new attempt against the One Reborn." The one talking was maybe the biggest orc in the room, even taller than the word keepers. Compared to Davion, the orodil would also be beaten.

"It doesn't matter. Everything will be determined by what escaped from the circle of stones." Sited nonchalantly on the throne, the monster covered in fur was not particularly concerned about the future reserved for him. In fact, he was longing for this nightmare to end. However, before that, the undead that betrayed him needed to die.

Grabbing a glass filled with the blood of a human child, he drank it all, seeing that the demons did not share the same thoughts as him. After leading them for so many years, he couldn't help but feel a bit concerned about their fate. "I know you have your doubts, my brave warriors. You already fought for so many years, just to kill the One Reborn. And now, all of a sudden, it is no longer your main priority."

Waving his hand, he signaled to one of the goatman to explain it. Nodding slightly to his sovereign, the sorcerer stood in front of the crowd, reminding them about the past. "You know very well about the two sacred grounds, the two circles of stones. One is supposed to lead us to another world, freeing us from this place. The other will only bring disaster, an enemy capable of annihilating us. The prophecy foretold this would happen and we have to be …"

"I reject the prophecy!" The same tall orc blatantly cut the purple monster, provoking a lot of murmurs from the rest of the demons. Even more, his words could be interpreted as rejecting the very words of the Demon Emperor, the one that created this flourishing nation. Due to their relatively long life compared to the humans, the past was not as forgotten, and numerous elders talked about the dire situation they were in before he arrived before they passed away.

"Just a bunch of words, an enemy capable of annihilating us all? A miracle saving us? A mere fairy tale! The only thing we have to take care of is the One Reborn, he is the one that will exterminate our races if we don't stop him." Compared to just the mirage the word keepers talked about, the harsh reality they were in didn't disappear. In fact, his words had a lot of believers, since they had progressively seen how they lost control over the humans.

"As for that enemy, the undead that was in the sacred ground. Yes, he killed a patrol, but the moment more of our brothers came, he had no choice but to flee. That's the one we should fear? A coward? If he was so powerful, he would have fought us."

"So you don't deny he has arrived from the circle of stones? Meaning that the prophecy was right! He is our enemy and if we let the One Reborn and this new threat together, it will only be the end of us!"

Seeing the two groups arguing more and more, the Demon Emperor did not move at all. Calling one of the ratmen that was still silently watching, he inquired once more about what exactly was known about the creature that entered this place. "Tell me again the exact words they used to describe that thing."

"It was a mass of shadows, floating in the air. There were things moving inside it, but no one was able to identify something. After that, they discovered it was just an illusion, but when they returned to the sacred ground, they saw the same thing already far away on the horizon. That's all they managed to gather, Demon Emperor." Sighing, the monster covered in fur thanked him once more, still pensive.

If it had been undead, the first thing he thought about was Akama. Like previously, that human sorcerer sent another of his minions, maybe even saving him in the process. But if it was the case, why using that portal and not the one barely a few kilometers away from here? Next, that creature should have known to ask for him, but apparently, it was not the case., as he attacked immediately the orcs.

"EMPEROR, THE UNDEAD THEY AAAAAAAAAH"

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Starring at the orc that flew so high that he hit the ceiling, all the stares turned around to see the darkness that was leaking through the door. Everyone grabbing their weapons, they shuddered, thinking that there was no alarm prior to this moment. Realizing this, the weakest of the group began to shiver in fear.

"Is it how you greet someone in here?" The cold infantile voice resonated in the air, puzzling more than once. They had all heard the voice of a small human kid, and it was awfully similar. But why a human would be present and talking like that? But soon, they realized that amongst the shadows, the frail body of a black girl was present. Recalling now the description they heard about the one that breached their sacred ground, even the orc that was arguing against the prophecy realized he may have been wrong.

However, no one seemed to even care, as they watched the shadows beginning to swallow the entire entrance of the room. By now, even the doors were hidden from their sights, and it was an impressive feat, considering the immense size of their emperor. "You have no power over here undead! Soon, you and the One Reborn will be destroyed! Erased and forgotten!" The purple goatman that said those words did not expect to make her laugh, but that's what happened.

"Hihihi. The One Reborn you say? A mere weakling, barely stronger than a lich. For that was what he was. Yes, was." As she was saying this, she extracted his soul, creating the blue ball everyone that worked with her was so familiar. But for the demons, starring at the soul of their enemy slowly being created in front of them, it looked like a dream.

"It doesn't matter if you killed him! You have harmed our kin and for that, you will payyyy? Emperor?" Looking at the large hand that was gripping his shoulder, the word keeper did not understand what was going on. Why was he smiling all of a sudden? The enemy had infiltrated the very capital, even taunting them in their home. But for the other party, that was just a minor inconvenience.

"I … I am sorry but I feel I should know you. But so many years have passed, and I have forgotten a lot of things. Let me introduce me, I am called Arsene." Under the baffled stares of his subordinates, the creature covered in fur looked almost friendly. Like he was discussing with a friend and not someone that was sent to kill him. But his already small smile grew, even more, when he heard the name of the other party.

"I guess it should have been expected, Arsene. Then, my name is Artosis." Hearing the confirmation he expected after all those centuries, the werewolf howled in joy, before laughing so loudly that it made some of the ratmen's ears hurt.

"HAHAHAHA! Artosis, we were not alone after all. He was right, Candaith was right all along. That damned mage, letting me rot in this plane for nearly 200 years. And it's finally over, HAHAHAHA!" But as he was basking in joy, he did not see the stern face of Leilade. Only when the ecstasy finally ended, did he began to thought more about what was really happening.

"I am Willem, second in command of Arsene and subordinate of Lugash. Was, should I say. Because I was even healthier than the two Akûls, I proposed to check the portal for Candaith, since the undead of Akama always were destroyed. I just didn't expect to end up in this plane all alone. But right after my arrival, that lich managed to survive, filled with instruction of Candaith." Grabbing more glasses of blood, he drank everything, while the demons were still unsure of what to do. After all, it seemed to be a casual discussion, even if they hardly understood a single sentence.

"And it was fine, until 70 years ago approximately. We had this nice kingdom, humans were calm and easily slaughtered and everything was for the best. But suddenly, I noticed that the lich was behaving weirdly. And one day, it suddenly left, called itself the One Reborn, such a presumptuous name. After that, everything began to slowly crumble, and here you are. Hey, what's with the sad face?" The immense werewolf that wouldn't be any smaller than Ymir only looked properly at Leilade after saying everything he had on his heart.

"Unfortunately, time behave strangely in here. It had been more than 1000 of years on the other planet. All the others are presumed to be dead and Candaith seemed to have been … captured."

BLONK glonk dlonk

The iron cup he was grabbing suddenly slipped away, as he began to understand her words. In fact, two centuries were a long time, but not something that important compared to their lifespan. As long as they had a sufficient amount of food, it was fine. That's why he never thought that those staying on the planets would all die like that.

"But how? How a mere archaic planet, without even a working spaceship could kill them?" Feeling disbelief, and this sentiment easily seen on his face, it made Leilade realized that she may have mistaken him for the werewolf disappearing near a lake. While he may have passed a portal way earlier.

"A Saksa."

"WHAT? A SAKSA?" His surprise and the fear in his eyes could not be faked, meaning that it was probably right after they landed on that planet that he entered the portal.And after that, the dwarves accidentally woke up the monster created by the Ancient, making Candaith think twice before messing up time and space.

Calmly telling him everything she knew, she saw his initial joy quickly disappearing. The vast amount of information was almost enough to make his brain explode, as it was too much too quickly. A sleeping Saksa, gods meddling with their believers, Heroes capable of standing toe to toe against an Akûl. For the first time, he realized that the nightmare he was in, the one that trapped him for all those years may have protected him. Only after she told him all of this did he finally remembered who she was.

"Zärtar Kûrlam ô Jyzref. Long live the Empress of the Underworld, Leilade Octavius." Bowing halfway in front of her, he looked at her, as it was really the first time he ever saw her. But when he thought about how she described Candaith, there was only one individual in the entire universe that would call him a space bunny.

"We have wasted too much time now, Willem of Arsene. It's time for those Heroes to pay. Now, how should I deal with those ones?" Glancing at the mute demons all around her and the werewolf, she saw them fearing her. However, the werewolf merely shook his head, as they still allowed him to survive easily all those years. "Let them live." Starring at the floating soul that was instantly disinterested with those living preys and left through a wall, he chuckled a bit but did not follow her immediately.

"The One Reborn is dead. And she won't kill you. So live well, and don't kill too many humans, you will regret it." Leaving them with a final warning, he clenched his fist before hitting the stone wall. Creating an opening in it, he jumped out, quickly catching up with Leilade. However, for the crowd of demons that looked at their Emperor running away, none of them knew what to say. Also, why the one they respected so much looked like a dog chasing after a bone?