Chapter 22 – Raising a little Hell
Missionary Missives
I checked the forums to see the effect of recent events on the Continent.
There were two major developments, low level demons were spawning in the Undead Empire & Triggzley, one of Steve's lieutenants had posted a video of Hell. Steve had sent his regards at the end. The spiteful cunt. He's going to end up worse for wear after this
Triggzley provided a first person view along with commentary...
:: Hell ::
"Hey everyone, this is exclusive content from Hell itself. It's so cool. Well it's actually hot as hell in here which I guess should be obvious. Look at this place. The floor is lava."
He pans downwards & you can see that there is lava everywhere, in small streams around red & black stone leading into literal lakes and rivers of fire. He's surrounded by undead & the other Vampire Necromancers.
"This is the best place for a necromancer, at the starting zone, it's all basic undead & you can take them to fight fucking imps. It's hilarious, the little guys die so quickly against some basic poison magic. Me and the guys are like generals now working under Terminus the God of Death."
A cut away
"Let me introduce you to the God of the Hour, Terminus, the God of Death & Patron to all awesome necromancers like myself."
He turned to face the cowled figure.
"Thank you for that ever so lively introduction, Triggz, I am indeed the God of Death and I would like to welcome all those who use necromancy to visit me in the Underworld. I have a friendly competition with Sharn the God of Blood & Bloodshed that the undead are better than demons. All you have to do is open a portal to the underworld, with a sufficient sacrifice, your local Death Priest should be able to assist you. Or..."
He turned to face an unhappy Steve, who drolly continued the bit.
"The other option of course is to change your race to vampire & die." He scowled at the memory, before he smirked evilly. "The easier option is to visit Abaddon, the former Troll spawning spot in Kratos and ask Derek the aspiring Demon King to help you out."
:: ::
Thanks to Steve's message, we got an influx of displaced necromancers joining Abaddon after their mandatory post death time out ran out.
As such I was called upon to help with increasing the occupancy ability of the town.
Music Master
I went out past the outer wall along with 300 Lizard Mages & used [Telepathy] to link with all the them, leading them in building an outer wall a kilometer out from where the last wall was.
Then I used [God's Eye] over Abaddon to give me a bird's eye view of the area I was working on.
Then I would picture what I wanted, a simple wall... well relatively simple, just 50 meters high and extending out for a mile in both directions.
Transmitting my will through telepathy & leading the Lizard Mages. Each of them had about 4000 mana each, whereas I had about 50000, their total mana pool was deeper than mine alone with 1.2 mill mana.
I channeled their power & directed it into earth magic, shaping the wall up and out.
After an hour we had finished the work on building the great wall.
I got a couple of new notifications
[You have gained Choral Magic level 1 Choral Magic: You lead other Mages in great works of magic, allowing them to fully harness their individual power in such a way as to achieve more together than apart. Effect: 10% greater effect with 10% less mana.]
[You have gained Title: Conductor You have conducted a symphony of magic with great practical merit. Effect: Teamwork gains a 10% boost in productivity.]
Then all we had to do was do it another 3 times in order to provide extra space for all the new residents. It would also serve as an extra layer of protection against inevitable threats. Once it got runed up, it'd be even stronger and more useful.
Then came the hard part, trying to build a residential area within the third ring, I pictured apartment buildings made of stone.
It was too hard to try and get everything done at once, far too much detail work involved.
Instead I had them split into 30 teams, giving each of their leaders the general template of an apartment building & [Choral Magic]. I could transfer spells with [Soul Apprentice] & [Telepathy], presuming they of course had the requisite affinity and intelligence to learn it.
I set them off to work while I went off to deal with all the other stuff that had resulted from recent events.
With great authority comes tedious responsibility.
Mad Ministers – Ministry Minutes
I called a meeting of all the movers and shakers of Abaddon, including Iren & Ren.
Members Attending
The Necromancers: Max, Ethan, Spammalot, BoneZone, Hugo & Caleb The Biters: Lord Ratede, Ren, Iren, Elandra and myself obviously The Minions: Sisyphus, Gulch, Morganna & Gregor
The meeting didn't start off well, mostly because Ren was on Iren's lap being vigorously sodomized, while Lord Ratede objected violently. Iren casually smacked away Lord Ratede's hands.
LR attempts to stop Iren were ineffective because he couldn't use any of his strong attacks/spells due to concerns about the safety of his son who would inevitably be caught in the cross fire. He was left futilely trying to get Ren off of Iren, while Iren was simply trying to get off...
Imps kept showing up out of nowhere to rain down fire on Lord Ratede, it did little damage to him but the Imps kept evolving into Familiars from the combat experience of fighting a level 200 Vampire Mage. Most of them didn't manage to avoid his retaliation, so it didn't help the Imps much in the long run.
I of course had to take control of matters by pulling Iren out of the chair, while he was still inside Ren and bending him over and pounding his ass on the table to show dominance... or something.
Mostly I found yanking on a devil's tail while pounding a warm wet hole more appealing than having a seriously tedious meeting about the future of Abaddon.
Iren felt good, lean muscle beneath my hands and a grasping greedy hole around my cock. The fact that this was the least appropriate venue for this activity made it even hotter.
I fucked Iren hard, hands grasped tightly around his hips while he fucked Ren hard. Ren moaned, spraying a load of cum on the table, he was followed soon after by Iren who shot his wad into his `older brother' and I driven to the edge by Iren's clutching hole post orgasm & the general depravity, I came too.
I really needed that.
Once I blew my load, Iren moved onto his next `victim' sitting on Gulch's hard cock instead, which allowed Lord Ratede to settle down and engage in a whispered conversation with Ren. Ren looked quite happy to me. I reequipped my pants and resumed the meeting.
Yes I'm a red hot mess. So what.
Meaningful Moments.
The Necromancers had robbed me, which highlighted a few very important points for future consideration. I needed a better place to stash loot in the future, the undead make poor guards against necromancers and I needed a more reliable powerful force of elites to cater to my whims exclusively.
"Why'd you take my stuff?"
"It was our stuff originally and we just took what was ours." Max said
"Would you have preferred that it was all taken by Kratos troops instead?" I retorted.
"We would have preferred you not betraying Necropolis" Ethan sniped.
"Betrayal implies that I was ever obligated to Necropolis to begin with. You're not obligated to stick around if you disapprove."
"You know we don't have anywhere better to go unless we want to join with the King of the Dead Kanos and if I wanted to fight Paladins every day I would have joined him ages ago."
"Exactly, we're all here due to the choices we made, for better or for worse."
I looked over to Iren who had shifted over to riding Sisyphus, it looked like more fun than trying this stupid diplomacy bullshit. I was half tempted to burn Abaddon to the ground and run away with Ren but Iren denied me that escape option.
"What are you going to do about that guy?" Ethan asked pointing at Iren. "Because of him I'm no longer a virgin."
Max snickered "What are you complaining about? About time you got that stick out of your ass and got a dick in you instead. I thought you'd loosen up a bit after a good fuck but you're worse than ever."
"Fuck you, I did not sign up to this to get butt raped by some lizard men." Ethan said pointing to Sissy whose hard cocks were fully exposed in all their slick and wet glory after dumping a load in Iren. Iren had already moved onto Greg whose eyes had a glazed and vacant look.
Bloody Iren with the mind raping and the dub/non con, I definitely needed to get to level 200, like yesterday in order to deal with him. Just another thing to add to the ever growing to do list.
"To be fair those were different Lizard men pounding your holes." I pointed out, after all I had been somewhat alert during that time.
"Yeah you racist." Max said, openly mocking Ethan's complaint.
"I'm not racist, they're not even a race, they're like a totally different species."
Which led into another few minutes of bickering about whether Lizardmen were more lizard or men and whether they could be counted as a race or species. Such pedantic nonsense. Total Nerds.
The conversation got derailed finally when Max had his own special time with Iren riding his hairy hog. They looked good together, Iren on his lap, face to face, with Iren's arms around Max's neck. I had no idea if there was any mind fuckery involved as I couldn't see Max's face from where I was seated.
"Anyway we should get onto more important subjects, I need an update on how many refugees we're currently dealing with."
Elandra spoke for the first time "There are roughly a thousand human blood thralls, two thousand dhampirs & seven thousand vampires below this city."
"The rest of them are currently in Elysium (Vampire Capitol) waiting for things to settle down to return home or for a better option to present itself." LR chimed in, looking on at Iren and Max with keen interest.
"And how many necromancers are here now?" I asked Bone Zone since ironically (considering his name) he was the least interested in the sex show going on with Max railing Iren.
"About six thousand or so, some of them defected to Kanos & some to Kratos and some just rage quit."
"Right well I guess we'll have to keep them all fed and I -"
"There's like several thousand Imps, a couple thousand familiars, a few hundred Hell Hounds and like ten to twenty thousand undead. I wouldn't worry about their diet, only the hell hounds need to eat and they eat the Imps." Iren said, while lying spread eagle on his back on the table while Max slammed into him. Max looked very good naked, thrusting his thick 8 inch cock into Iren. I was chubbing up again.
They had shifted positions some time while I had been getting population statistics and been looking at Bone Zone.
Max and I shared a look as he kept thrusting into Iren, it was an open challenge. Whether it was a challenge to a fuck or a fight, I wasn't sure, but I was kind of up for both.
I looked at Ren and he smiled at me, he was still naked from the waist down, he sat his hot ass on my lap, fishing out my hard cock and pushing it inside him, riding me.
My man knows what I like. He was all lubed up from Iren's cum and knowing he'd just been pounded by his evil doppleganger made the sex all the kinkier.
"Yeah baby ride me."
"Fuck me, fuck me harder." Ren moaned before biting me.
"Yeah baby drain me dry."
I kind of lost track of events as I railed Ren's tight ass, his legs wrapped around my waist, mind going fuzzier as Ren drank deep from me.
All the bullshit was all for this, being with Ren, pounding his hot ass and keeping him alive and happy.
I lifted Ren up and spun him around on my cock, which felt weird but awesome and started to truly pound his ass while he was bent over taking it like a horny little slut. I took a bite of him, having a bit of a sip of his tasty blood. Turn about was fair play after all. I just took a bit though, I wanted him stronger, so he'd be able to take a thorough pounding from me and other reasons.
Ren and Iren gripped hands while sharing a semi incestuous kiss, Iren on his back, Ren bent over the table, getting railed.
Max and I shared a heated gaze, it was on, we both started fucking our respective horny devils harder, competing as to who could fuck harder and better without even having to say a thing.
Ren and Iren had pushed the action closer so that we were fully fucking on the table. They each were fellating an oversized cock in the 69 position.
Max reached out and squeezed my nipple. I groped his manly pecs and we fucked harder.
I leaned closer and suckled at his hairy nipple.
Ren moaned, shooting his wad down Iren's throat, his clutching cunt drove me over the edge and I shot my load deep into his bowels. I came hard, moaning around a dime sized nipple.
Iren shot his load into a sated Ren and Max was last to cum.
He gave me a cheesy shit eating grin. I think he won that round.
We disentangled from our fuck pile. I looked around and the minions were generally indifferent, except for Gregor who looked frustrated, whether that was because of his ruined armor due to Iren's latest inappropriate action or not being included, I couldn't tell.
Lord Ratede looked like he wanted to join in, rubbing at his crotch. The other necromancers looked annoyed for the most part except Bone Zone who simply looked apathetic.
As for Elandra, she just looked amused, having a faint smile at our antics.
Probably not the best way to conduct a meeting. Oh well. It's a ruler's prerogative to sow their seed in as disruptive way as possible. Or at least that's what I took away from the history of monarchies.
After I had blown a second load, I felt much more relaxed.
Iren being an insatiable incubus had already moved onto his next prey.
Iren had skipped the rest of the necromancers and was riding Daddy Ratede, they were locked in a passionate embrace. Well maybe it was more of a really kinky hate fuck, Daddy had his hands wrapped around Iren's throat, attempting to choke the life out of him, while Iren bucked up and down on LR's cock while his tail rhythmically spanked Ratede's butt.
For a something century vampire, Daddy Ratede had a nice butt, like his son. He was ramming his faux devil son hard, standing up while fucking him vigorously while choke fucking him.
This is the weirdest meeting I've ever attended. Of course I found myself wondering the same thing I always wondered in meetings.
Do any of these people respect me? Do I care? How long until I can leave? If I killed everyone here, could I claim it as justifiable homicide and if that didn't fly, would prison sex be as hot as it looked in porn?
You know the usual age old questions, right up there with "would that hot guy in the nice suit be up for some fun in the men's room?"
I may have a chronically short attention span with an excessively high libido, or at least that's what one of the shrinks thought. Others claimed narcissism, sociopathy and or clinical depression. BUNCH OF QUACKS. I'm perfectly sane.
The meeting proceeded, Iren took a ride on Ren's cock, right next to me. Watching the two of them go at it was like watching some really freaky twincest porn live and up close. Ren's moans as he rammed Iren's sloppy hole, got me worked up again. I was tempted to stick my dick in Ren but as he was seated and looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself, I figured I'd pound his hole again after the meeting.
After several minutes of them going at it next to me, Ren came again inside Iren.
Iren dismounted and moved over to me, I unequipped my pants ready for another hot ride and Iren gave me a cheeky grin. "Some other time, I feel the urge for some a baker's dozen of Troll cocks. I'm going to find me some horny trolls for a gangbang. I'll leave you to deal with the undead, Imps, Familiar and Hell hounds also underground. Laters losers."
Gulch lodged a complaint <We not your playthings!> with a telepathic broadcast.
Iren glanced back at Gulch for a split second before replying <You're all my toys until I get bored. Deal with it.>
And on that note he left, casting a pall over the meeting. Or maybe Iren's absence brought reality crashing down on everyone. It was hard to tell how much mind fuckery was involved when he was around. Telepaths/psychics are an existential nightmare.
After that I mostly just assigned positions to people based on my preferences.
I announced the new name of the city as Abaddon, told everyone of my engagement to Ren and my intent to make him my co king. That got mixed responses from the peanut gallery but I didn't so much care about the nuts.
Anyway, I assigned Gregor as the head of the military branch with Gulch & Sissy to report to him as representatives of their collective species. Sissy would be in charge of Intelligence & the light cavalry departments of the Lizards, while Gulch would be in charge of Heavy infantry of the Trolls.
Hugo got assigned as Head of the Mage Guild & Librarian for Abaddon, with Morganna as his second and assistant. Morganna would also serve as the lead Mage of the Lizard Mages and would report to me directly on their progress and achievements.
Bone Zone was named as Head Priest of the Death Temple. Iren's status as Terminus's champion and prophet was sidelined until he could stop having sex for five minutes to discuss details.
Worship of Terminus was labeled as the primary religion for the city, with Abyss and Sharn trailing behind as second and third. Technically Sharn's followers outnumbers Abyss by several thousand but I hate that cunty bitchface. I also hate Terminus but he at least gives semi useful perks for sacrificing corpses. Sharn requires precious blood to be sacrificed for what appeared to be lackluster perks.
I have a lot of hate in my heart for some reason.
Ratede & I came to an arrangement for the provision of Trolls to service their city.
Ethan got named as head alchemist for Abaddon, Max lead Blacksmith & Caleb as head of infrastructure and development.
The most important part of authority is to delegate like a boss.
I disbanded the meeting.
Machiavelli Machinations
So I had a whole bunch of things to do, an entire agricultural system to work out, trade relations & diplomatic stuff to sort out with Ratede & Kratos, an army to build up, a city to build...
So of course me being me, I went and had a snuggle with Ren and his dad...
Lord Ratede was extra vigorous in his attentions this time. I got to experience some choke sex of my own as LR `punished' me for my part in leading the enemies to his door step.
I'm not sure how I felt about it. At the time it was kind of hot being dominated by a stronger older man, who used me as he wanted while I couldn't do anything to stop him but afterwards I had a sore throat and ass and the urge to assert my own dominance over someone. Ren got a thorough pounding of his own, without any choking because I'm sweet like that.
Several hours later I got around to doing a tour of my city, our city. Whatever. Point is, I went downstairs to check out what had happened during my absences.
A lot apparently.
The underground now had 3 distinct layers.
The Wilds consisting of the first layer underground was much livelier than I remembered. A lot of new plants had been planted, there were a lot of demon bunnies, along with hundreds of Doom Wolves, led by Angus & Barta. Lizard Farmers were trying to keep the populations in check.
There were also new additions such as monstrous boars & demon deer that had been introduced by the Biters.
The second layer was the township, the domain of the vampires, dhampirs and various blood thralls. They had managed to build up a lot of nice looking houses. I guess when you have several thousand earth affinity vampire mages working together, you can build a town quickly. It looked like a smaller low rent version of Ratede.
The last layer was The Hell Mouth where the demons and undead resided. The environment wasn't too dissimilar to the video of Hell. The area had been excavated so the area was cavernous and there was only one small lake of fire with a trickle of fire running through the area. Presumably the work of Iren, despite him being a total nympho and a madman, he was still a level 200 Earth Mage capable of significant achievements when he doesn't have a dick in him.
Baby faced red imps imps flew about while Hell hound ran them down and ate them. Familiars their evolutions, which rained down fire onto the Hell hounds fared slightly better upon what appeared to be an endlessly vicious food chain.
Thousands of low level undead roamed around, doing nothing of any value that I could determine.
So much to do, can't be assed with any of it but I must soldier on for Queen and country... Or you know Ren and sexy times. Whatever. I might have to work on a motto for Abaddon at some point.
First thing I needed to do was to level up myself and my troops in order to better resist all the forces against me.
So I picked up some Imps and Undead, just to see what they'd be like in a fight.
I met up with Gregor in the Training Grounds and `borrowed' some of his trainees.
Gulch complained in broken thought english ?
Yep yep. I'm working on it... Sort of, probably, ok, not right now, but soon.
I collected some of the veterans from the previous armed conflicts and summoned Dez.
I used Soul link to communicate my plan...
Dez started Multiplying.
"Kill the bunny rabbit if you can."
After some initial confusion, they started attacking. Probably helped by the fact that one of the duplicates fired off a Spike explosion, scattering spikes into the flesh of a Troll. Really got them going.
I called back Dez once I thought that they had enough... but the duplicates remained, multiplying at exponential rates, lost in blood lust.
That was something to watch out for. The duplicates did not count as pets that I could recall at will.
I went a little crazy dual wielding two vampire swords and slicing into bunnies left right and everywhere.
I used [Bind] locking down multiple targets as well as [Quicksand] to slow the bunny swarm.
Several of the veterans died, mostly the Doom Wolves. Practically all of the undead and Imps I had brought along had died in the conflict too.
Despite the death toll, it was an effective way to level up, especially for the Trolls and surviving Doom Wolves.
I had even gained some levels as a swordsman.
Despite all the battles I had orchestrated, my level hadn't gone up that much, since most of the experience went to sub classes that were locked like Priest & Mage due to level cap restrictions.
I was now a level 110 Warrior...
I assigned my first quest to Max to provide me with some kind of identifier for citizens to distinguish them from potential enemies. Mostly for the Trolls & Lizardmen.
I also spent some time with Max leveling up as a blacksmith. My maxed out stats make it somewhat faster but I still only end up as a level 50 blacksmith by the end of the day, which is good enough. I did learn how to make a basic iron sword. If I used it in battle, I'd gain some experience as a warrior and a blacksmith for some obscure reason.
During my time there Max complained that Abaddon would require it's own iron mine in order to provide a steady supply of iron ore to the city. Something else to worry about. Trying to get control of the iron mine near Necropolis would put me into direct conflict with Kratos again and I was not eager to get back into another fight with them if I could avoid it. They were thankfully too busy with Olympia to bother with internal disputes at the moment so we were getting a bit of a breather but it was only a matter of time before the Church, Kratos or some other third party attacked again. I needed to make the most of my time to improve defenses and troops.
I should chat to Lord Ratede and see where they got their metal for their weapons.
I Bestow Blacksmith to several of the monster apprentices under Max. After working up a sweat with Max in the forge, Max claims his prize and shoves his thick cock up my ass.
I returned home to my little love nest and borrowed Ren to help me out with fortifying the vault of the City Hall to better protect it from grasping citizens.
I transferred ownership of 5 of my bunny mages to Ren and told him he should make use of the time I'm not around to level up. Ironically it'd be easier for him to level up as Mages have more AOE attacks than warriors do. Even if their early game is harder.
I told him to take Iren with him to the Arena and work on leveling up. It'd make him stronger and less likely to die in the next battlefield. A couple dozen levels would make all the difference.
It would also help to level up the Lizardmen, Trolls & Doom Wolves. The survivors would gain a significant amount of battle experience, levels & a deeper appreciation for the value of weapons and magic.
I told Ren to make sure Iren and Morganna was around for crowd control. I also told him to just summon one bunny mage at a time... a single bunny mage could multiply into millions of bunnies, so there would be no shortage of bunnies for the troops to massacre for experience.
Despite that, level 100 enemies weren't of much use to me, as it would require far too much effort to level up using the bunnies.
I needed to go dungeon diving. Unfortunately the nearest dungeon was in Olympia and I kind of started a war between Kratos & Olympia, or at the very least worsened relations between the two kingdoms.
Oh well, I'll find a work around.
But first, I needed a day off. Time to get some sleep. I feel more and more unhinged as of late. Probably need to start getting more than 4 hours of sleep a night in the real world.
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Author's Note.
This chapter took a while to write, I got stuck half way on like page 2 for about a week and then there was me working on two other stories, Half Breed Adventurer on here and Isekai Avenger on Royal Road and general procrasturbation.
Oh well, such is the life of an amateur writer, bouncing from one muse to the next, at the whims of random bursts of creativity and depression. Or something.
Anyway Next chapter Dungeon Diving, not sure when it'll be posted as my original outline was thrown out as Derek has been progressively going more and more off script. Kids these days, always being so willful. I'll have to see what I can salvage and what Derek ends up doing. Sigh
Hopefully it won't take too long and in the meantime, I'll be posting the next chapter of Half Breed Adventurer in a couple of days, so that might help stave off some boredom.
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