"A mortal aiding the gods is quite a funny concept, is it not?" he grinned within himself. The light in his eyes was timeless. If only they knew that he planned to not only help the Gods, but use them in his favour to achieve the ultimate peak once again.
"Tis' very much!" Yver laughed some more, slapping his throne. Requiem stared forward, looking as if he had ate a fly. He cleared his throat and he narrated a few paragraphs on how he would bring order to this chaotic world where the old gods sat vain and corrupt.
He aimed to use the war of the gods against the rising undead in his favour. Ragnarok was only a moment away from its occurrence according to the details in his memoir, but unlike before when the accident arrived suddenly to claim a lot of his pawns — he was prepared this time.
After Ragnarok would come more otherworldly threats and if he did not build his force quickly, everything would be consumed. Requiem wanted to start small this time, from the slaves to all the nobles then royalty. Useless pawns would be discarded.
He explained his plan to claim this kingdom, one he learned in his memoir was called, Eternia, from the war that ravaged it against Hell, the chasm of death. This world, Midgard, was large and it housed many civilisations, excluding humans.
When he was done — the two women that knew absolutely nothing on what he said blinked. He stared at Margaret and she stared back, looking at him like he was some sort of fool. He could never blame her as she was not in the wrong. After all, he was the failure who lost his memory.
"Yes I know that this might come as a shock. You may be wondering why I am saying all these to insignificant flies such as yourself so let me be honest." He turned to Yver, "I wasn't talking with you."
Her eyes widened, there were like a collection of stars. She reached out her hand and caressed his face, her gaze burning with a fierce passion. Yver halted, she seemed like she wanted something, but could not do anything, "What a mess. You wish to battle against Ragnarok?"
"I wish to rewrite the course of the universe." He held the side of his face. He did not need cosmology to do this much, all he needed was himself. Requiem laughed out loud and the women stared at him, there was a strange aura around him, "I was born with blessing, now I will live with a curse."
"Rewrite the course of the universe? A curse?" Yver glared down upon him. She watched him as he stood to his feet, turning around to stand before the throne. She floated towards him, scattering her fog around as he moved to his side, "What do you intend to do with the power of Gods?"
"Yver, have you ever wondered about understanding the cosmology of universes found?" There was a calmness in his eyes as he stretched out a hand, "For some reason, my dream was to know it all, to completely understand everything. This dream furled me to an end… or a beginning."
He imagined reaching the pinnacle and asking himself, "Why was he here?" then wearing a bitter sweet smile on his face as he stared off into the distance, "He never remembered…" A cold gleam was in his eyes as he entered the finality into his memoir. He reached the end, but never recalled why.
Requiem clenched his fist, "This world is too corrupt. I will claim it for myself and transform it."
He had done it before and he will do it again! No matter what!
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"Your name is Lillian and you were a subhuman married into the royal family?" Requiem walked forward, slaves standing by his left and right with their head bowed. He had them raid the palace for all the supplies they could find. Now, they were done.
"Yes, my Lord." The black haired woman, Lillian replied with her head bowed. She thought him to be a mere commoner just like herself, shocked when Margaret announced him as the fallen prince. It was her first time speaking directly to one with royal blood.
"I apologise for nearly snapping your neck earlier." He stopped at the end of the line, turning so he could face his back to the wall and observe the slaves gathered, "Margaret told me that all of them here were taken by force from their homes, branded as the nobles' playthings. They were unlucky."
The biggest mistake them had made was trying to put a chain on his body. Trying to chain a man, who had lived a thousand years as the shepherd of millions, as a slave was a bad idea. He sighed and wore a cold smile as he lifted his chin, "My loyal servants, bow!"
Everyone dropped down to the ground without hesitation. He stared upon them as they knelt on the ground that he stood, their heads bowed, and began to speak, "The royal family betrayed me. The ones I endeared banished me to a life of misery and uncertainty, because they thought me a fool."
He walked forward, leaving Lillian to bow behind him.
"They had insulted, berated and shunned me. My potential wasted over the years…" he raised a hand, balling his small fingers into a fist, "Now it is time to pay evil with evil. I will raise a stand here, and battle against the misdeeds of authorities."
The kingdom of Eternia, named by his grandfather, Lord Rafael the First, was massive. The castle he had claimed was called Mani's Fort. From this point were a collection of twelve settlements, seven cities and twenty more castles run by nobles. All empowering the empire.
The woods that surrounded Mani's Fort was called Iron's Canopy. An area where the light of the sun would never touch the ground, roamed by darkness loving monsters and graced by Hodr. When one takes the iron path to the end, one would end at the city where he was taken from, Frozen Jades.
A massive city run by the corrupt fools who reported only to Mani's Fort. Under their command, the innocent civilians were taken as slaves while the high ranking individuals paid no heed. If there is an opposing cry then it would be silenced immediately. In gold or blood.
He stopped at the beginning of the line, turning to Fay who held the dagger in her hands. If he'd told her that she was going to present an (E) grade weapon to the expectant slaves as a (C) grade, he would only become a greater villain. Requiem voice calmly, "Rise."
They all stood to their feet, then he turned to Fay.
"Now, she will present this dagger to a servant of her chosen, as commanded by the Lord." All of the dagger-proficient slaves converged into a horizontal line, standing before Fay. He glared upon all who dared lift their heads, watching as they dropped it with dark faces.
Her hands trembled with the dagger in her hands as she looked around. She had witnessed the one with the most exceptional arts with the dagger during the march up and the battle outside. She searched for him among the group then approached him calmly, stopping before him.
"Em, I-I…" she stretched her hand forth to the man who towered over her, "I-I pr—present this t-to you. This (C) ranked dagger, a mighty we—weapon from the Lord himself, is yours for the taking."
"Accept it with valour!" Requiem instigated, watching as the others turned to face the man as he accepted the dagger from Fay. The others turned green with envy as Fay stepped back joined them in returning to their line, "Now, feel proud! You are now part of the Lord's Forces!"