The encampment that was left in ruins once again, had many injured rogues listening to the explanation of the twin guards of the lower levels of the monastery, many of their old teachings, secrets as well as other skills left to burn thanks to Andariel's pass time to maximize the anguish that could be spread among the sisterhood.
This left many of the younger generations lacking many of the necessary skills to learn, information that which these two had ingrained into their souls, Yin and Yang were often called the sisters of the Sun and Moon, mostly thanks to their personalities and weapons they preferred.
Agela, one of the 12 'high elders' that worked above Akara, mastered the skills of ranged weapons, while her sister Amera Mastered many of the melee and mid-ranged weapons.
they were often teachers for the younger generation thanks to the large amounts of mana in the lower areas acting as an anti-aging agent for them allowing the twins to guard the lower levels for seven generations being the youngest of the guardians, yes they are that old now back to their story!
As for why the lower levels were protected by them and many others and enveloped by large amounts of mana, was due to the 'mana vein' or in other words the 'life source of the world' this served well to lock away the lesser evils but even then such long periods of exposure to them can allow the lesser evil to eventually slip into the mind of a young daring child that doesn't know any better.
With some simple promises and coaxing the young child brought about the sisterhood's greatest fears as the lesser evils that had been bottling up all of their anger and hatred to the rogues were released at once.
So imagine you were trying to call it a day then suddenly half of the people you knew turned on you, from trying to kill you to raping you the despicable lesser evils targeted the weaker and feeble ones which consisted of the majority of the rogues, changing them into abominations according to their hidden desires until everyone was overrun then forced to retreat!
with the minimum supplies, crude gear, food that could only last them a week as Akara led them away under the orders of the high elders that did what they could to prevent the damage from spreading too far.
Since the mana vein would only serve to strengthen the lesser evils should they leave the vein as is, the high elders took it upon themselves to seal it, while the repercussions were deadly for their current situation at least it can delay the inevitable by several decades rather than it being a year before the lesser evils regain their strength and power as well as grow stronger in less than a year!
The key, words to release the seal and unique mana within a container were sent away with one sister that was never mentioned to anyone else through a passageway that can only allow one person to pass before it collapsed on its own.
What quickly followed should be obvious...
they made the greatest sacrifice shortly afterward, their enemies sought to corrupt them then learn their secrets this would work if they were still alive during the process...
Thus they took their own lives, they had to, many of them served the sisterhood for so long it was all that they knew, many more of their sisters would die if they didn't do this, the twins were made to be the executioners as they part of the group that didn't know about the 13th that slipped away.
The twins did as they were ordered, then when the final sister was killed they attempted to kill themselves, however, the soldiers of Andariel breach the defenses that were set then they were captured forced to suffer so much anguish before finally succumbing to it as they joined the ranks of the Corrupted rogues that roamed the cold plains trying to hunt down their former sisters.
Their fates were changed thanks to one young man that had more value in the eyes of the rogues now as they heard it was Walter who helped them change back bringing greater fervor to the encampment as they were prepared to lay siege upon the monastery since the man could bring them back!
However, a hoarse voice ridden with age yelled out.
"wait!"
The crowd looked at the old man that was being supported by Trisha he coughed a few times thanks to the horrible treatment he had gone through as he said this.
"You must be careful of him! he is a lord of monsters, SO DO NOT LET HIM DIE!"
That title alone made them have second thoughts as Deckard cain explained as best as he could as fatigue, hunger made it harder for him to remember all of the detail that he read but he could still tell the essential stuff.
"A lord of Monsters is a being that is similar to the greater evils at the same time not, each generation of this being would never follow the norm or ideals of others, there were times they sided with the heroes of that time, or side with the lesser evils, or the worst of it all their 'own' side."
that last part made many give Deckard cain questioning looks as he continued.
"A lord of Monsters is usually honest with their desires, and beliefs which led to one point where heaven, earth, and hell all suffered under the onslaught of millions that followed it."
Millions?
Many of them didn't really understand how can millions withstand the combined numbers of the three realms?
"Its the unique ability that a Lord of Monsters had, any being that falls under his control can grow beyond any of those of the same race, any of those who become a part of it can change and adapt their bodies according to what is needed."
They were curious as to how did he get such details the next little input was something.
"one of my ancestors was a close friend with the previous generation and nearly got married to it~"
He was familiar with it thanks to his father often bragging about their ancestor's adventures, stories the different kinds of monsters they met and learned about, as well as other important details that helped Tristam become the city of scholars, as at that time the lord of monsters loved his subordinates as a parent does to their child.
but thanks to this, the angels sought to use the monsters under his command to slay the greater evils, the same could be said for the other two groups, only seeking to use him then when he was weak take him down as a Lord of Monsters is an Unstable variable that must be dealt with eventually...
At least in their minds, thanks to the 'Title' being given to a different person with a different character EVERY SINGLE TIME it was no wonder many had the misconception of the titleholder being unstable~
Deckard cain then partially answered the bugging question as to why he shouldn't die.
"He must survive no matter the cost or something even more terrible than any lesser evil can bring will happen!"
The old man was stretching it out before finally saying.
"i don't know..."
the looks they gave him brought some cold sweat to soak his back especially with one of them happened to be helping him stand right now as he hurriedly answered.
"I really don't know, the records and any information was oddly scrambled as if someone deliberately tried to prevent anyone from finding out!"
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Meanwhile, near a throne made of bones, there was a bloodied young man that was going in and out of consciousness tied to a pillar as a young familiar voice repeating like a broken tape begging for forgiveness as the smell of blood, smoke, and cooked meat tickled the nose of Walter.
He released a groan as his eyes adjusted to the flickering lights as Walter turned his eyes towards the person that continued to beg.
A bloodied girl Tied to a pillar just like him, with a number of cuts and bruises on her body, the signs of the taint from corruption crept up her limbs, her eyes were swollen and puffy thanks to the beating she suffered through and tears, with pieces of bone sticking out of her arms and legs, this girl's captors brutalized her beyond anything the man could have imagined.
As remember he was a regular person sent to this world, Walter had no mental training to prepare him for this, as someone spoke out with a voice that seemed like so many people talking at the same time from behind him.
"̴̢̢̛̤̜̮͈̝́̉̐̃̄̓̉̽̃̌͜H̷̳̬͖͕̩͚̠̀o̴̗͗͊͂͛͗͒̆̇̒̀̒̃̉̾̕ẃ̴͔͖̼̹͉̺͉̏ ̴̧̼̯̯̪̗̩͈̒̉̓̈́͌̂̐͘͘͜͠g̴̠̦̟̖̠̱̞̺̹͋́̎̍̋̓͒̉̓̇̂̐̏͐͂͜o̸̥̣̤͎̺̼̹̾͐́̌̅̑͊̈́̊͂́̔͜͜ö̴̪̥̬͖̩͕́́̽d̶̯͇̟̱̬͆͂͊̓̇͋̀͒͐̂̂̕͜͝ ̶̪̗̑̀͊̍̐̍̑̀͒͛̓̚̕̚͘i̸̡̧̨̢͇̤̤̠̻̠͖̊͂̊̊͆̔͌͑̄̈͌̓̉̕͘t̶̨͔̥̣̻̎̓̃̄̾͂̎̆͗̉̓͆͠͝͝ ̶̡̹̥̫̫̓́̈̇̉̌̃̈̕ī̵̭̠͂͗͌̒͂̉̈͝͠͝ṡ̶̛͔̬̞̕͘ ̶̺̥͎͇̱͖̓͋͜͠t̷̢̨̻̖̤͓̹̖͙̠͈̣̊̏̇̋͆̿͗̽͆̌͜͝ͅo̶͎̓̃́̈́̈ ̸̛̙̝͓̯̼̺͚̫̩̙̰͖̽͆̒͂͘͜s̶͇̙͕̯̯̲̖̲̭̺̥̩̮̉̇̽̓̓͋͂̈́̄̒̉͆̇̓̃é̷̱́̈̈̍̾̍̈́͗͗̈́̈́͝͠é̶̡̻͎̣͓̟̝̪̩͓̒̎̍͆̀̀ ̸̲̲̩͚͓̣̺̰̿̚͜ͅý̵̢̫̯̗͙̰̭͓̼̈́̍̎́̉̓́̔͑̿͊̚͘͝ơ̸̺̯̋͆͌̄̽̉̉͊͝u̶͓̲̫̯̙͉̝̘̇̈́̾̕ ̶͕̬͔͔̤̲̪̥̬̰̺͕͎͑̅̋͛͗͂̑̓̈́ͅą̸̧͓̯̯͉̣̥̆̍̇̂̉͐̂̌̚͝g̶̡̤̤̺͚̥̳̣̪̞̎͊͗̀̾̀͝â̷̯̱̹̗̥͇̮̿̾͛̐́̉̑̚͘͜͝i̶͎̼̱̳̼̦̘͑̂͒́̌̎͆̉͑̾͌͑̕͜͝͠n̷̡͓͇̝̞͙̦̹͈̗̝̓̓̆͆̀͒̈̚̕ ̴̢̡̛̬̩̣͈̠̥̦̫̜̬̩̥̻̿͌̍͑̈́̆̂̐̆̑̄̃̚L̵̤͉̤̊̿̋̐̆̓̂ͅͅỏ̸̰̲̼͙̩̗͈̒͊̍́̄͂͝r̵̫͎̪̩͚̜͕̲̯̀̾͒̄̈̊͐͜͝ͅd̵̠̣̜̦̝͚̱͚̗͍͔̳̠͈̯̓̔̇̊́͌̿̀̋́̌̉ ̷̦̀̆ơ̷̜̿̉̋̈́͆̌̈́̃͋́̉̀͘f̴͉̖̦͉̤͉̤̫̝̋̒͒̍͠ͅ ̸̡͕͎̗̺̞͔̣̖̣̫̥̩́̀̇͜ͅM̶̘̅̂͗͌̃́̈͋̿̂o̸̩̞̖̜͈̯̬͈̊̽̎̿͘͝͠n̶̞͈̤̞̹͇͉̟̤̖̯͑̌̉̿̿̈͜͜͝s̸̛̤̯̾̏͐̂̄́̚͝ț̸̤̜͈̦͍̹͐͆̒͋̄̂́͆̎̀̅̽͘e̷͚̻̪̾͋̑͛̉̀̋̂͋̓͊̑̓̕r̷̭̜̘̉́̒͐͂̏̽͝s̷̢̩͕̯̺͛̍̔̾̒̆̊̉͘~̴̹̩̈̒̔"̵̡̤͓̮͎̣̩̼͕̈́
A large spider-like limb tapped the floor to his left but a large yet slimy feeling moved upwards on the right side of his face letting the man see at the corner of his eye, a woman, A very LARGE woman was licking him as if enjoying the taste on his blood as she ordered the broken woman some distance away from him with an angry flare.
"̷̗̫̤̪͖̘̠͚͚̙̫̬͓̔͜͜Ẹ̴̥̳͓̼̖̃́į̵̛͖̘̜̰͔̹͇̣͕̔̀̃͆̆̌̆̾̂͑̾͝t̵̼̯̦̹̥͂͑̀̐̓̽́̑͆́̆͑́̋͘h̶̘͚̦͊̽̈̓̉̇̏̌ê̶̢̬̳͎̮͉̙̠͆̅̇̃́͌̓͂̍̕̚͝͠r̸͇̼͋̆̎̈́̈́́̌̔̓̓̚̚ ̸̜͙̟̠̭̞͎̺͎̔͂̃̓̀̀͊̈̌̚̚̕͜͝s̴̖̖̘͔͙̗̪͓̾̑̐́̍͑̿͛̃̕h̶̘̬̅u̴͉̿̈́͌̀͒̄̎̇̽̂̓͛̉̈́̚t̵̡̪̟̗̦͙̝͓͆̉̑̓͠ ̴̢̨̢̨͎͍͙̱͍̝̄̐̂̿̈u̴̘̻̳̝͙̘̲̰̻̞̰͆͜p̴̡̛͍̼͙͈̮̤͕͎͇̤̺̝̽̌̅̎̐̽̾̾̀͊̌̀̚͜͜ ̸̢̢͇̠̣̏͌͌f̸̺͔̙̺̱͖̯͚̭̩̄́͆̍̀͌͒̐͋̈̋̅̉̉̕o̸̺̪̪̬͔͖̲̾̽̀̈̓̀̎̈́̚͝ṙ̶̨̨͔̰̖͚̩̯͙̱̱̝͓̌̓̌͛̈͑̀̉͋̈́͛͋̊͜ ̴̢͓͕̪̖̝͉͉̏͂͛̈́ͅä̸̢̨̢͇̝̬͎́̅͋́͒̔̚̕ͅ ̵͕̓̅̍͑͗͌̈́m̸̼͊̑̃̇͗͐̀̀͂̂̎̕͝͝ǫ̵̼̪̞͕̲̟͎̦͇̟̜̏̅̓̀̔̇͋̃̓̾͘͘͜ͅm̵̢̱͑̇̐̽̇̒̔̾ḛ̵̺͕̱̖̙̓̃̾͛̅̏̄̽̈́͂̊͐̈́͘ņ̵̭͉̥̬͔̟̝̿́̍̌͂͆̔̉́͝t̵̟́̉̿͋͛̾̾̇̈̌̾ ̶̗͉͈͗̄̂̑̽̏͝͝ŏ̸̗͍̮̳̱̰͖̋̈́̈́̍̀̚͝r̶̰̲̈́͋̍̃̂̓̿̕ ̵̡̫̣̥̙͎͓̠̿̇̏͂͒̉̀̿́̒͑̈̉͝I̶̧̦̜̳̞̭̭̰̲̞̊̀͜'̶̡͉̺̦͔̻̬̫̭͍̫͕͍̟͊́͊́͐̀͂̓ḽ̵̭͚̥̝̖̪̮̞̦̼͕̤̯͌̅̈̊͛̒̽͗̉͌̚͝͝͝l̶͓̣͖̬͖͉͈͚̹̝̼͔̣̒͊̆͌͛́̇͝ͅͅ ̸̢̻̱̱̙̪̻̤̈́̈̂̍̓͊̿͒̄́̾̚͜ͅg̵̢̪͈̹̬̖̤̥̤̀̌͑͌͋̈͜͝ͅì̴̠̮͙̠͖̣̱͈͚̆̅̄͊̆͋͜ͅv̴̫̻̻̘͖͎̜̰̓̑͋́̕͝ͅē̴̛̖͍̿͐̄̂͑͋͝͠ ̶̻̼̮̹̜́̔̅̈́̋̿͊y̶͎̼̘̻̿͑̀̍͑̇̃̍̓̑̕͘ö̷̡̡̢̨̻̭͍̟̰̱̥̹̦͈́́͒͠͝ų̵̬́̃̀̃̓͘ ̵̲̹̤̖͈̪̮̲̻͕̤͋͂̐͋́̂̅̇ą̸̨̧̮͚̝̳̓̊̏̑̉͊̚͝n̷̰̣͉͚̗̫̬͙̤̩̿̆o̷̫͚̬̼̺̮̘̥̻͙͊͋͂̀̈́̔́̅̕̚ͅt̵̺̭͎̮̎́̈́͂̈̅͑́̈́̈́̆͛̕͜͝͠h̷̡͚̭̭͎̗̗̘͍̮͙̠͚̓͊̀͋̓͗̋͜ê̶͈̜̞͈̱̩̗͉͑̆̚ŗ̸̰͍̝̝̥̫͂ ̸̛̻̣͕̭̱̉̌͐̎̆̿̏́̃̿̎̈́͗͜ŝ̷̰̄̀̍̈́͆̽̃̑͜͜͝͠ę̶̜̙̝̮̩̻̝̭̘̿̈́̾̋̏͋̀̉ͅͅs̸̲̠̬̗͉͐̽̈́̈́́͋͘ş̷̘̱̖̞̹̯̻̙̼̠͙̮̮̒͌͒̓̇̾̒͌͛̄̂̿͘̚ͅį̸̺͇͈̼͍̒̽̀͝o̶͖̹̺͓͙͕͙̙̣̾͑̒͑͋͑̍̌̚̕͝ṅ̶̨̲͚̼̘̉̇̄!̴͇̜̻͎͓͍̜͍̙̌̚ͅ"̸̛̻̮̃́
This made the crying woman quiver in fear before not letting out even a peep!
The large woman nodded before saying the name of the very girl he was looking for missing the more important part as he felt really bad not recognizing her thanks to how much she was forced to go through.
"̸̭̠̥̰̪̃͘Ș̵͍̯͚̀̓̚į̴̡̛̦̹̬͈̥͚͕̋̒̀̽̋l̶̡̨̘͚̳͓͙̬͕̳̮̝̱͋͛̍̏́̒̉̒̒͜v̴̨̱̺͚̖̭̪̱͎͚̺͎̩̦͛́̀̐i̴̧̞̟̖̲̟̬̻̜͓̿̎̿̅̍̾̈͠ͅa̵̝̗͔͒̉̽̓̔̄̃̆̚,̶̛̭̤͈̝̭͇̩̓̏͆͆̔͐̑̑́̕͠͠ ̸̖͖̹̟͇͖̜͍̞͙̹̙̺̕͜b̸͇͔̙̮̾̆͆̒̈́͛̓̀͗̉ͅę̸͚̤̘̟̜̖̦̤̲̬̹̱͖͂͑̈́͆̿̓͌͘͜͝ ̵̧̧͔̼͎͎͓͈͈͎͉̈́͛̏̆̐̆̂ạ̵̛̐̇̊̂̄̈́̽̈́̓͛̍̾͠ ̴̢̼͕̟̙̫̼͇̲̹̋̾̽̆͌͜͝ͅͅd̶̢̧̩̗̰̪̝̺͔̰̠̲̓̐̄̒̀ê̸̢̨̟̙̬̺̦̞̥̠̓̋̇̒̽͒͜͝a̷̛̪̙͖̬̭̬̰̺̭͋͐̋̓͌̂̓̕̚ŗ̶̢̛͙̖͕̣͇̟͖̰̑̾̆̐̽́̕͘͜͠͠,̷̧̹͖͇̬̗͎̜͎̫̫͈̉̎̌͗̽̇̑̾̓́́̄ ̷̳̺̼̩̹̲̇̑̂͌̍͛̐͛͗̈́͗̽̔͘̚͜a̷̞̰͙̫̫͈͐̏̅̒̎̔̃́͝ͅn̵̡̡̛͖̲͓̖͚̙̘͕̭̋̊̊͛̓͂͆̽̅̎̊̄̚͠d̶̪̫̱̬̠̼͎̻̼͇͈͓̯̳̖̍̐ ̵̥̰́͆̍̆̇͐̂̈́͊̏̐̓̕͝c̷̖̪̄͑̐ȏ̵̲͖̫̻̟͖̖̲̪̊̑̂͗̽̐͋͜m̶̯͝p̸̢̖̞̼͉̪̰͚̐͆͌̂͒́̓̆̕̕ļ̶̬̅́͜ë̵̗͎̝̺͎̤́̏͂̆̒́͜ṯ̴̗͊͐́̔͗̀̽̈́̿̐̿̀͝è̵̥͍͔̱͇̈́͋͑̈̑ ̵̡̰̫̩̌̇͗̈́̆y̷̧̘̩̺͙̣͓̥͕͍̎́̓̎̂̂o̷̙̫̲̱͎̪̫͉̗̩̝̗̗̙͋͆̈́̑̈̄͐̀̕͘͝u̶̧̘̣̬̝̮̦͖̤͈͂̃̿̀́̀̄̃̐̎̔̓r̴͚̫͎̣͈̜̼͓̓̈͗͗̓̀͝ ̸̥̘̯̽̌̈́̐̎͛̔̈́̆͠m̵̧̢̻̼̬̱̒̋̅̔͛ͅi̶̢̛͍͕̪̗̬̠̟͎̝̻̹͆̓̈́̄̀͑́̾͜͝͝s̶̢̡̢̛̫̩͇͉̘̳̰̹̺̰̓͑̄̽͛̂̀̇̈̕͝ͅs̷̨̧̧̲͔͚͈̮͚͔̤̑̍̔̕ͅͅͅį̸̢̨̨̢̡̫̺͙̖̊͒̕͝͠͝͝ớ̷͚̹͔̪̺͍̺̗̠͖̓̓̋͆̚͘͝ņ̴̱̲̮͍͙͔̘̱̾̐̐̌̾̃͠ͅͅ!̵͎̙̗̲̜͕̻͈̭̝̖̰̣̀̇͑̽̏̎͆̈͒̓̍͌"̷̘͈̗̠͔͚͉̼̔̂̓͒̈́̊̇͜͠ͅ
the girl walked towards as she cried even more while muttering softly.
"I'm sorry Walter! I don't want to die!"
the man would've felt sorry for her but the vicious grin plastered on her face erased any thoughts of that even more so as her blade was eagerly raised before it descended into his chest, Silvia began to laugh madly whilst stabbing the blade into his chest repeatedly as the man's body shuddered with every stab.
Blood splattering about, covering the girl he continued to look blankly at trying to understand.
why was she doing this?
Was she always like this?
Was she under Andariel's control or something?
But his thoughts broke thanks to a message that appeared before him as his eyelids grew heavy despite the pain, despite how shocked he was.
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In his desperation, Walter selected yes he had no choice but to do so.
As for the chosen sacrifice, Walter had chosen.
It was...