The night was a long one, leaving me with wounds all over my back. My spine wasn't damaged, at least, although my ribs were constantly telling me what an idiot I had been recently. Things with this 'Daddy' had been the worst outcome of all and a terrible way to start the business in the Demon Lands.
The only thing currently working for me was the fact that I now owned this building, although the means by which I accomplished it are questionable at best. It was not a good thing for me to be in this state, especially when 'Daddy' said that he was going to revisit me tonight. I could only sigh and continue to heal myself and think.
I had to get my mind and impatience under control. My feelings somehow became compromised, and I did not know when that happened. I could not put up with the fact that my feelings were compromised in any way. So I took a long, shudderingly painful breath, and I made myself cool down even further.
I needed to toss everything into the background, relax completely, and think. Not everything has gone to shit, and I still could do a hell of a lot more. I laid back and thought about my actions, and I still came to the same conclusion. I needed to work fast in order to start things up quickly to have the Necromancers be pirate crews for me. This was a fantastic deal for me, and it would allow me to have a large income source of stolen goods for a long time. It would allow me to invest in the strong Demon lands. This was an area I felt a lot of hope for the future as it had a lot of security. That meant less competition for me to push aside in order to take over.
This meant that I needed to move fast, and impatience got to me, and when I found the perfect base, I moved quickly. It was a simple bad decision that continued to compound into me not sitting in a whore house nursing a massive bruise and broken ribs. I could still fight, but that didn't mean it would be comfortable.
The next problem I had was that 'Daddy' was stronger than I expected. Or my fighting style in the Empire was better with a dagger and a whip. I felt more comfortable with double whips, but the leather whip does nothing much to bulky assailants, which meant that I needed to think of something different.
I leaned back, and I thought about it, and I quickly realized that Alex's leather whip was meant for maneuvering and exerting more control with your energy. That meant instead of using it on an enemy, it would be better to use it on the things around me. I could maneuver in the air and keep my distance easier while using the chain sword to kill with. It would do so much more for me.
This came with the realization that I was not adapting my battle style to the things around me. In that last fight, I should have realized the leather whip would not mean much for a tanky charging type. I should have used Sophia's dagger to injure him when he grabbed me or used Alex's leather whip to maneuver. Instead, I did this weird hybrid shit that got me nowhere.
Where did my adaptation go?
I leaned back, and I realized that I had become full of myself. It was the only explanation for the reason why I am here at this moment in this shape. I took much more time to move to the Empire, and I took even more time in the Kingdom of Arlin. I spent years building my powerbase and took over the Capital of Arlin.
No, the Impatience actually came from how I had to flee from the Empire and how long I took. What I need to do is get myself under control and start to slowly build up. What was done was done, though, and I needed to see my confrontation with 'Daddy' to completion. I still had bargaining power and various other things that I could do. There was a way out of this, and I needed to think.
The Djinn bitch was a cornerstone in this as she was a haunty little bitch that this 'Daddy' liked to bring down to earth when fucking her. That meant that if I could make her even more subservient to her but more of a bitch to others, then I could use that as a negotiating tool.
I found myself biting my lip, thinking more and more about what to do with that bitch, and realized that with this strategy, I would be the face of the organization that I was going to build. That normally would not be a good thing. I have been building myself up as a shadow leader, controlling everything from the shadows, which is very useful. Would I abandon that in the Demon Lands?
My mind was spinning, and I started to smile as I realized that appearing to be a cog in the machine of the organization that I was building could be good, too. It would give me an identity I can burn or fall back on in case other things happen. Did it come with enough benefits that off-put the increased risks was the problem, and was I in a position that I could back out of moving forward this way?
I could maneuver, but I had messed up greatly, and I would have to see what happened tonight with this 'Daddy.' If I could pull things to my side, I could make things work out in my favor. For now, though, I would have to lick my wounds and wait. I would also have to feed that bitch and tell the Succubus and Gargoyle to head home for tonight. This place needed to be closed for a conversation.
My mind centered, and I started to come up with plans and counter plans. The worst-case scenario would be fighting once again after that direct hit I took last night. I could not get caught like that again in the future. This person wasn't an enemy at this point, and I could clear up misunderstandings hopefully and potentially be a good ally till I was ready to kill him in the future. But for now, it was better to take the diplomatic route.
I was still new to the city, after all.
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