As soon as Aisrin exited the cave, he was standing right in front of the half completed wall. There were no workers working, there was no smoke billowing, and there were no soldiers Guarding.
Aisrin ran towards the dead looking village, fear creeping to his throat. There was no one there. There were some houses that were half burnt, some were ashes. All had scorch marks. The barge was missing, the supplies damaged. The Barracks were destroyed, his warehouses raided empty.
But the worst, was the pile of corpses at the river. Aisrin tentively approached the pile, but found mostly Graycastle soldiers. There were few of his own people. Only recognizable by their uniforms.
He took his time burying his men, for not knowing their names, he buried them together. 23 souls.
(Don't let the hatred get to you. Breathe.)
"You've been on repeat since I saw the pile. I'm fine. Besides, I think Loki sealed the Dark Me up tighter." Aisrin commented aloud.
(Well excuse me for not wanting to be stuck to another evil cocksucker for thousands of years again. Do you know what that can do to a woman's complexion?)
"Are you serious? Do you even know what you look like?" Aisrin asked.
(Of course! I'm a busty black haired beauty, that'd make you drool with lust for me.)
"Okay, you believe that. I'm going to get my people back, while destroying that Baron and his army. Afterall, it's my land now. I think I'll make this place a base. That city seems nestled quite close to some mountains and forests. It'll make for a nicer Silver City." Aisrin stated as he began racing for the city.
(Perhaps you should wait? Maybe meditate? There seems to be a little darkness yet in you.)
She wasn't wrong. A little chaos did in fact remain within Aisrin's mana core. It's presence giving Aisrin the urge to eradicate instead of capture.
"It'll be fine, I just have to fight the urges." Aisrin stated.
(Famous last words much?)
*Graycastle*
Aisrin approached the dull stone walls of the fortified city, and paused.
"I don't need these walls, right?" Aisrin muttered.
(They are dull.)
Aisrin nodded and walked right up to the wall, pulled his fist back and punched it with all his strength added with earth, water, and lightning enhancements. The wall shook and cracked with the force, some crumbling down. Aisrin continued on riddling the wall with punches until the whole section collapsed.
(Hell of an entrance.)
'I like dramatics.'
People had flooded the scene, mostly soldiers with weapons drawn.
"Greetings. I'm here to ki- capture this city." Aisrin announced.
"Be gone demon!" A soldier called back and the soldier released a volleyball of arrows at Aisrin. Using wind magic as a barrier, the arrows bounced harmlessly away.
"How rude." Aisrin responded. He shot a fireball at the soldiers and the explosion sent most flying away. This scrambled the people in terror.
(How mellow of you.)
'I'm actually fighting the overwhelming urge to drop meteors on them.'
(Oh, uh, I mean, how delightfully chaotic?)
'That'll do.'
Aisrin waltzed through the city, shooting small spells at the advancing soldiers. Scaring them mostly, as he approached the main area.
"Since you decided to burn my nation, I feel only obliged to return the favor." Aisrin stated as he shot a few flames at the surrounding buildings.
(Tone it down a little. You don't want to ruin the city if you plan on using it.)
'Right.'
Aisrin put the flames out with water magic. Soldiers flooded the surrounding streets.
"This really is hard. I just want to murder right now." Aisrin fought his desires.
(Well, let's not. If you start, you might not stop.)
So Aisrin obliged and maimed them with magic attacks instead. Many soldiers dropped their weapons and fled, others simply fainted and some surrendered.
"Where are my people? The ones from the village on the edge?" Aisrin asked one of the surrendered soldiers.
"They've been put to work as slaves! Most are in the mines outside the city, some are scattered within the nobles houses and a few are with the Baron himself! Please don't kill me!" The soldier unhesitatingly confessed.
"Pathetic." Aisrin grimaced and then moved on. He began visiting every large building, searching for information and villagers. Those he found took up arms once freed and began marching with him.
Needless to say, he was met with quite the amount of resistance. Futile as it were since he simply swat them aside and continued forward. He dispatched his subjects around the city and had them free all of his villagers.
"I want vengeance!" Aisrin growled, his eyes turned redder the more he fought. The closer he got to the Barons Mansion, the worse shape his people became. Those he found were nearly starved and beaten badly. Almost all were females.
As soon as Aisrin reached the extremely well guarded Mansion, he was on the verge of snapping. After he cleared the way, he shot a strong shadow bullet at the gate, and shattered it. The explosion ricocheting throughout the city.
Aisrin didn't bother opening the doors, he just tore them off their hinges. The sound crashed with a repeating echo in the vast Mansion. The butler stared at Aisrin.
"Where's my people?" Aisrin asked simply.
"You'll find them with the Baron, on the top floor, furthest door on the left in the right wing. It has gold ornaments. Can't miss it." The butler easily gave the information.
"You hold grudges or something? You seemed awfully happy and willing?" Aisrin inquired of the old man.
"If an assassin broke in, and I happened to see him... I didn't." The butler stated and walked elegantly out the destroyed doorway.
(No wonder the people gave up so easily. Except for soldiers and nobles, it seems this man is widely despised by his people.)
'Works for me.'
Aisrin went up the staircase took a right and followed it all the way down to the last decorated door. He kicked it open and sent the door out the opposite window with a loud crash and shattering sound.
There, the baron cowered nakedly. His sweaty grimey fat jiggling as he shook.
"Disgusting pig, you're the Baron I have to deal with? I don't even want to touch you with magic. Ever heard of a bath man? Jesus, smells like shit and a trafficking whore house in here!" Aisrin gagged immediately after walking into the room.
(Theres a difference?)
'I'm not even going to comment.'
Aisrin heard a little cry come from the bed and he looked over. Laying on the bed was a small figure.
(Look away! LOOK AWAY!)
It was too late, there on the bed was a beaten, bruised, cut up, bleeding little girl. The one he tried teaching magic to. That was the straw. That broke Aisrin, snapped his mind. One corner of his eye dripped the oil and the menace released.
Not on the same scale as the Demons Shore, but intimidating and horrifying it still was. Unlike then, this was residual. Though the hatred flowed, it did not reconnect with Dark Aisrin, as Loki had barricaded the channel tightly with some of his Divinity.
Aisrin snapped his attention towards the Baron, who instantly soiled himself.
"Its nobles like you, that make me want to destroy everything I see. You fat lowlife, bottom feeding little worm! Hell is far too good for the likes of you! You should spend your eternity in darkness, having done to you what you did to them!" Aisrin yelled as he grabbed the Baron by the head and lifted him effortlessly.
"Suffer! Suffer! Suffersuffersuffersuffer!" Aisrin howled as his vice like grip crushed agonizingly down on the Barons Skull. Not breaking it, but straining it. The pain was indescribable for Seloth. Eternity was spent, hanging by his neck, his head constantly being crushed by the intense pressure.
When he looked into Aisrins eyes to beg for mercy, an Abyss of darkness stared back. Its oily gleam like a void, threatening to suck his consciousness in. There was no eye staring back. The oil pooled from Aisrins eyes, like the black tears of tartarus, not of sorrow, but malicious joy as a new tenant would soon join its eternal darkness.
Soon Seloth could hear vengeful wails in the pits. Curses of vengeful spirits. Their continuous cries drove Seloth mad and he began to scream. Ghostly hands seemed to grab him all over, even though none were there.
Seloth looked away, but to no avail, everywhere he looked, the pit would open up. Soon he saw faces in the pits. Ghoulish and decaying faces. Faces of monsters worse than him. They laughed and jeered at him. Cursed him for his lavish lifestyle.
Soon then, he felt that the pit had swallowed him. The faces, the cries, the curses! They deafened him! Their oily, burning hands seared the flesh from his bones! They tore out his eyes, cut his body, ravaged him, over and over and over for all of eternity. His mind shattered, he no longer had any sense of time, but the crushing pain! The forever present pain!
His whole body was limp. How long had he suffered for? The pain never ceasing? The monsters that ravaged his flesh? Is this how they all felt? Perhaps even they are mixed in with these monsters? Getting their revenge?
The darkness faded, and he was back in his room, being held by the Demonic god before him. Only a minute had passed, yet an eternity he spent. Hope flooded his face.
"Please! Sir! I've repent! Don't send me-" Aisrin crushed his head like balloon. His brain matter oozed from between Aisrins closed fist like putty. He let go of the body and he plopped on the floor with a sickening thud.
"Good, now hell can take you." Aisrin stated emotionlessly. He turned and covered the girl up, scooped up her body and exited the room. The servants of the house retrieved all the other girls in advance, and they were gathered in the foyer. Aisrin ignored them. The black oil residue left streaks down his face as he mourned for the poor innocent child.
For how long did she suffer while he slept in peace?