Most of the books are far beyond my knowledge, not for nothing the elven race is one of the oldest, the books that appear before me are like a huge puzzle, I fit a letter, an intention, an emotion and little by little books that only exist in dreams begin to give meaning, many of them are just trash, ceremonies of the pinnacle of snobbery, imperceptible movements that only those who read the same book would know that it is a person more intelligent than others, what do I say intelligent! Refined is the word, they were absurd battles of gestures full of pomposity to demonstrate who had been able to read the books that indicated the excessively complicated gestures, every book was like that, they were not a waste of time, but the difficulty of reading them entailed the information that could be obtained.
This was my fifth book of the day, I still could not move so fast after the fiasco in the sacred lands of the high elves, I can still see his face, that mixture of smugness and self-sufficiency, difficult to achieve in a dead body, but every corrupt part of his being was flowing, the demented smile of my beloved, before opening from the center, before being consumed, turned into the door from which the minions of whatever possessed her began to emerge, fragmented images, pain, decision, my decision, to use the ultimate magic, I don't know what I did, how we got there, if I fed it, if I actually died a few times, but one day I woke up within the walls of a typical elven building, I was in the closest thing to my home.
The weeks were difficult, walking, moving, breathing was painful, the healing magic always worked on me, it's a gift those damned gave me, they didn't want me to die without accomplishing their goal, but the attack I launched, the one they stopped and returned to me was different, it wasn't designed as a force, it was designed to disintegrate life forms, he wasn't alive, that's why he stopped it, that's why he returned it, that's why my weakness, This magic breaks down the cells, little by little, the healing magic heals but does not return what has been lost, one day I lose a little stomach, another day a little liver, they heal me but it is difficult to guess when the damage will continue, the dispel magic does little because it is inside my being, it is not an external effect, when I think of the damage I could have done to my beloved with this magic, I guess it is just a payment.
Lilith ran around looking for a book that could help me, not knowing how to read at all and less elven runes, the necessary magic was unknown to her, so between the tortures one day she left a blank book on my table, while I was delirious I fell into a dream and saw it, full of texts, things I did not know that the elves did, frightened I examined it with fascination, It took me all night, but in the morning I asked her where she had found it, she told me that in the dwarf tomb, only at that moment I could understand the extent of the perfidy of my former masters, the dwarves did not read elven, less sleep runes as I have decided to call them, however the gifts that these beings made were useless things for those who gave, but useful to keep their rivals of the discoveries away.
After some futile attempts I managed to find some special magic, it was painful but worth it, I cut a little where the enchantment still affected me, I think it was the intestines the first time, then on the bleeding flesh instead of healing like the healing magic does, I made tissue regenerate, unfortunately the information was not in a single book, Three months after I started this, almost all of my body is free from the effects of this forbidden magic, but the pain has turned part of my hair gray and hundreds of wrinkles, I could not use anesthesia and I was the only one who could do these incantations, the pain of reciting them while cutting myself with magic makes me grimace even today.
The books come with various macabre explanations, some must have been written by the madman who let these hideous creatures in, he says they are misnamed "Creatures of the Mark of Chaos", they are ancient, very ancient, they seek chaos, destruction and pain, in any order, they are mad and their leader even more so, they seek normal environments to pervert them (I don't want to imagine how perverted a world like the one we live in today can be), But he is not looking for that, I know, someone capable of achieving what some writings define as the king of the necromancers, I doubt that he just wants to plague this continent with madness, he must be looking for something, the reason is far away, months away and he is so close to his goal, but if he did not cure me I would be dead by now.
The book I deciphered at this moment is about the customs of elven beauty, anyone would give up if they thought it was rubbish, I was on the right track, but here is something about long term regeneration magic, something like healing every two, three or five seconds for almost ten minutes, that's enough to finish a fight with some certainty that you will still be alive at the end, the last letters are slowly but surely being adjusted, just at this moment I feel the air being cut off, I fall from my floating position, no time for niceties, someone is attacking me!
I can barely hear his clothes, I know I shouldn't open my eyes, if he could penetrate the magic fields, the dead and the animas, I'm sure human eyes would be easily tricked, the amulets he carries are priceless, none of the military elves ever used them, they probably belong to an assassin, but for an assassin to possess them, he must belong to the elite of the elven king, not the stupid ones who live around here, the real stupid ones who took refuge in the sea.
My sword is far away, a meter away, enough for me to die if I put out my hand, at least I'm wearing my armor, so no vital organ will be affected, another whistle, very soft as silk when it falls, it's at my neck, I use the arm guard to stop the stab, instantly it disappears again, I'm conscious, I can't talk to anyone, even less if I want them to stay alive, I have few alternatives left, I've just kept retreating, I don't know how much time will pass before it attacks my skull or some place I can't defend, but at that moment I realize, a stab shouldn't have so little power, it doesn't matter that with a sword it feels more penetrating, it's obvious it's using a knife, it doesn't smell of poison (a way to hide its presence) I cross my arms over my face, leaving my eyes exposed, I have the magic ready, the connections are made, even if I miss it it won't matter, it will be for the best, I open my eyes.
I force my mind to ignore everything it sees, the moving visions, the aberrations, whatever it is that makes my eyes tell me I'm in a hundred realities with enemies everywhere, that's just an illusion, expensive charms indeed, just as I feel my eyes burning, I knew I'd try! I load my hands with magic and close them like scissors, I hear him scream, but he is not the only one, too late I hear the scream of Lilith, maybe he came to see me at night like so many other times, looking for me to rest.
Before I turn around I make sure my eyes are fine, not the ones that burst because I knew they were the price to pay, a bitter laugh comes from my chest, "you see -I tell Lilith - now I am the true Darklord" I look at the world with my new eyes, An arrogant bastard lies on the ground, I expected to see an elf, but he is a human, his face is tattooed with the logo of the Wolf Clan, so they have allied themselves, in their petty greed, humans have agreed to ally themselves with those who have brought them to the brink of extinction.
After a few moments of reflection I finally turn to see her, without enchantments, without any magic, these eyes allow me to see the beings in their pure form, as they were originally and as they are now, superimposed, an innocent girl and a voluminous she-devil, there is nothing to think about what I should do, first I must talk to her, I must choose my words, they call me Overlord, yet after tonight's events it is clear, I need help.