Side Story 51: Our Lives For the Next Generation.

Side Story 51: Our Lives For the Next Generation.

So my plan partially worked. That is why the chamber was empty when I visited it. Haha, I didnt expect that Which means that wolfkin was a Belzac. The last, or at least one of the last, of her bloodline.

Inside the meeting chamber of the palace of BoleTaria, five spiritual projections could be seen speaking with each other. Their forms were hazy, barely differentiable if it werent for their silhouettes and the voices coming from them. However, one thing was clearnone of the demonkin princes were in BoleTarias capital, OolazCile.

The Prince of Greed nodded to Pride after he finished his report on the events which occurred in Inkoran-Tazul. Naturally, it could have been the power of a lust demonkinI am aware of that possibilitybut that demonic power was too controlled. I saw the contractor assimilate morphing demonic mana to alter their form. Impossible, unless they got their hands on a perfected tonic. And I dont think our lust prince or her sin heirs would aid those humans, nor do I think they can control their powers well enough to aid their contractors to assimilate.

And I havent perfected the tonic yet, Sloth responded, irritated. To produce something to bring out our full demonic powers. To draw out the full potential of our blood Elusive, still.

Youve mentioned this often, but sound unsettled for some reason. Why? Wrath spoke.

Greed laughed. It is because we finally found some of the lost documentation from that Davison fellow you picked up to help us, Lord Pride. Nothing substantial; most of his notes were lost when he died. These notes are more about a point in his log where he expressed the fact he perfected the recipe of the ton

Foolish! Lies! Sloth exclaimed. He? That human? Perfect my recipe that my predecessor had been working on for years to perfect? Nonsense! Absolute nonsense! He died because he failed to conceive the proper mixture for the tonic, and drank himself to his death like one of the grimgarian shamans!

A pinch of pride in your pedigree, perhaps? the Prince of Pride teased his fellow comrade, angering the usually lethargic Lord Sloth. Chuckling from Sloths reaction, Pride continued. It doesnt matter in the end. Davison is dead and we cannot utilize anything he might have made in the past. The now and the future is what matters. Use whatever you can to finalize the tonic and the dragonator. With how things are progressing, we will need the power to ensure our race survives.

Greed and Sloth both nodded, for they had seen the newest Champion of Aurena in action, including the alliance she had created around herself. Their reports were a warning to everybody that their mortal foe, Goddess Aurena, was preparing whatever she could to turn the tides of war in her favor.

Aside from the personal interference of Aurenas champion, most of their war efforts on the western portion of Altrust were concentrated on the grimgarian army and the Church of Aurenas capital, Aureolis. They naturally had demonkin sympathizers here and there like Davison or Reajaens enemy OBloom, but they could only disrupt the alliance at best, not stop them.

Unfortunately, the grimgarian army was currently rebuilding after Saori raised a slave rebellion within their newly-founded kingdom, and the Prince of Envy responsible for controlling Aureolis was stricken with insanity. In addition, the Champion being a dragon princess was the most alarming part, as killing Hestia would only bring down the wrath of an enraged rank SS upon them, the same mother dragon who recently killed an ancient, albeit weakened, rank SS leviathan.

How could any of the demonkins defeat such a foe?

Envy needs to go, Lord Wrath suddenly brought up, silencing the grumbling Sloth and talkative Pride, drawing their attention to him. They glared at their general, suspicious of his intentions.

Haha. On the other hand, one of the other princes found this suggestion amusing, leaning forward with interest, showing a smile none of the princes could see through the murky projection, but clearly hear from the tone of his voice. It was none other than the Prince of Gluttony. Striking when the meat is at its juiciest, yes? What a perfect time to cut off our most problematic member!

More like time to get rid of the person he hates the most, Sloth lazily added, sighing out of annoyance.

Envy and Wrath Their powers contradict each other in their preferred usages, Greed murmured. The elderly demonkin could only sigh. I have spent my last aberration, aside from this one, and all I hear from the next generation of princes is to kill each other. We already lost the last Lust because of Lord Prides plan, and now you want us to lose another experienced member? Have all of you lost your mind?

Lust accepted it, Pride defended himself, even as Greed only clicked his tongue.

All of them are hedonists who wish to feel something new! We all knew she would accept, as being sacrificed to a god is a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Greed smacked his cane on the ground, gritting the handle hard as he remembered the ecstatic face of the last Prince of Lust before she perished. All lusts are hedonists one way or another; we demonkin are all slaves to our desires.

Pride squinted his eyes. And all of us deserve a better life than one stuck on these arid mountains weve been living on for nearly 700 years! Exiles or refugees, it doesnt matter what we call ourselves. It is without a doubt that we were given these cards and now we must fight back with everything we have! We must do this for our future generations, as did NiniYal!

Praise the Edjurl gods! Gluttony shouted, a mood lifter to the core. However, the situation only became more awkward as everybody went silent, with Greed and Pride glaring at each other with daggers. Oops, maybe not? Here I thought we all support the Edjurl gods.

We do, Greed and Pride exclaimed simultaneously.

So, how does this antagonism help then? Sloth questioned. Why does it matter right now what happened? NiniYal accepted Prides suggestion and we all performed the ritual to beg aid from the gods. They brought in those kids. How about we do what Pride suggested and look to the future? What are we gonna do with them? And what are we doing with Envy? After all, Wrath does bring up a good point.

Sloth Greed glared at his work partner, only for the latter to sigh and tell him to calm down.

Instead, Wrath responded, Lord Greed, I understand my decision might seem rash, or influenced by emotions, but I am currently in L.E.P. I am looking at this as objectively as possible. Envy, after his descent into insanity, has done nothing but harm our plans. He pushed the decision to attack the dragon Champion before we found a way to solve the matter. The decision to push the dragons existence caused the death of a prolific dragonslayer, which will only attract more flies to her. Dragonice is our greatest worry, right now.

For those sailing around the area of Elyondas waters, the first sight one would see would be the grave of Karhalantheel, frozen in place by the greatest ice dragon of this age. This mountain-size glacial island couldnt be thawed under the sun nor would it move away from where it was anchored, acting as a reminder to the world none should anger the dragonkin of Kargryx.

As such, I suggest we get rid of him. Eliminate him and crown a new Prince of Envy demonkin from the next generation. We all must lay down our mantle for the good of BoleTaria eventually

Greed closed his eyes, pondering over his words and his own thoughts on the subject. Mine time will come, but not until I have done my part. The dragonator blueprints will not be my last contribution.

I shall, Stopping his playing, Pride answered. I wish to see this Champion of Aurena and form my own opinions.

Greed nodded. You are also the closests to Lady Lust. Ensure she doesnt cause any problems. It doesnt matter if Envy dies or not, just make sure to return with his body so we can ease his heir into their role.

Of course it might also be a good thing to see Mistress KleaHatma and VifiYok, if she is there. Lord Wrath?

Wrath shook his head and that was it. With that, everything that had to be discussed was spoken and the council was adjourned, returning this room to silence.

Meanwhile, in a different location, silence was a state only possible when soldiers and mercenaries were too exhausted to continue fighting and the vultures had finished scavenging from the bodies of the fallen. Even then, the sizzling of burned bodies and the swarms of buzzing flies would forever taint the blood-filled and mana-polluted lands, leaving it a haven for monster spawning.

This was a war-torn battlefield.

Bodies of humans, beastmen, and demonkin covered the grounds as the sun glared down upon them. Whether men, women, or even children, all that mattered for the people who breathed in the blood-scented air was if you were an enemy or ally. To live was the highest priority for the masses, or barring that, to hand down their lives for the sake of their ideals and country.

On one of the imaginary lines created amongst the two warring armies, the groans and screams of the demonkin soldiers filled up the air. Although there werent as many casualties and injured as usual, as the skirmishes were minor today, those still wounded and on the brink of death had to endure their hellish wounds, hoping the alchemists and mage healers would save them.

Even then, mourning could be heard as some soldiers grieved for their fallen family, friends, and lovers, while some demonkin were anguishing over their raging desires. Wrath demonkins were being herded like sheep by elite soldiers, assuring they wouldnt go berserk, while lust demonkin fulfilled their hedonistic pleasures, helping their fellow soldiers relief. Meanwhile, the kitchen guards had to stop the famished gluttony demonkin from devouring more than their rations, while you could hear the squabbles of greed demonkin fighting over the loot from their fallen allies and enemies.

Still, aside from the negative energy filling the battlefields, there were those still enjoying themselves, eating or training. The sound of blacksmiths repairing gear could be heard, while mages kept training their skills up. In another area, tactics and strategy were discussed between commanders and captains, all for the success of any future battles.

Within this raucous war camp, slightly devoid of proper discipline due to the demonkins sin-desires needing to flourish, a furnished tent guarded by multiple soldiers was opened. A towering man wearing a set of black and gold armor strolled out. His face was covered by a helmet, for even when it was relatively peaceful, a general should never leave himself unprotected. Death could come at any time.

Weve mostly recovered, he spoke.

Yes, Lord Wrath, a shorteralthough still taller than the average humanman answered from behind, also covered from head to toe with armor. His monotone tone did not fit the energy-filled camp. We have the course of our next march planned, in addition to the movements of our scouts and cavalry. The grimgarian mercenaries are also standing by whenever we need to deploy them, Sir.

Thank you. With his curiosity sated he returned to his tent with his right-hand man, where they turned their eyes towards a tanned man with a lean build, wearing a leather-metal armor covered with a mud-brown robe. What are your opinions on what happened?

The armored man closed the tent and cast an [Air Shield] from a booka grimoire holding spells sealed inside the pages. Once the spell was established, the tanned man spoke.

Happy, of course! Haha, I knew it! I told you so! That little lightning bolt would never die to some Champion! Unlike her old man, shes fast as hell and can avoid injuries! Mud began to excrete from his skin as his emotions exploded, forming two horns on his head. Thats our little Warbringer! Haha, Vifi is a survivor! She made it through that hellish

Sakrha. The armored demonkin interrupted the mudmancer, prompting the latter to sigh, looking down.

We gotta kill her?

He nodded. She betrayed all of us, and we have a responsibility to ensure nobody undermines Lord Wraths authority, especially if that one is another Warbringer. She isnt one of us any longer. We must treat her like an enemy, and a deserter. It must be this way.

You always describe the situation in the worst way possible, you dullard of a partner. We werent particularly close, but shes our goddaughter in a way, no? Our friend entrusted his adoptive daughter to us, and chose this random street urchin over his own fucking blood. He saw something in hera jeweland are we about to throw her into the pits we leave behind all the time? Sakrha, the second Warbringer, pleaded to the first Warbringer, his expression filled with trepidation and dread of what had to be done.

However, the person who fought with him for all these years could see through his deception.

It has to be done. Do it quickly, if you can.

Ehe! His frown turned into a grin, before a wild chortle escaped the mages mouth as his body jerked back from the ecstasy of the moment. He was wiggling around, touching his entire body and his head snapped unnaturally over to his general and master. May I?

The Prince of Wrath closed his eyes. Aide Lord Pride and Lady Lust in their mission. Ensure Lord Envy is extracted, either dead or alive. In addition, if you see VifiYok fighting on the side of the new Champion of Aurena, then you will treat her similarly to a Hand of Heavenkill her. You may harm anybody else, but do not harm even the hair of the two dragon princesses. Understood?

Do not want to be frozen, so sure, got it, my lord. Sakrha left the tent, licking his lips clean of the mud dripping from his horns. Gotta rush over then, otherwise the party will start before I arrive!

His body began to deform as he touched the ground with his hands, absorbing the soil beneath him before everything began to turn into mud. With an even wider grin he dove right into the ground and covered his entire body with mud. In the next second, he dashed forward, swimming through the ground like a sand fish.

Vifi, Vifi, Vifi. Do forgive your godfather here, but I do want to hear how you sound when you get crushed by my mud. Not in a spar, but for real! Ehehehe A Warbringer versus Warbringer deathmatch!