The Genesis Of A Necromancer

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"It was only important that I kill them all," Zamazo began, his voice cold and unwavering as his gaze lingered on the lifeless field. "Some overlords won't be happy about your return. In fact, they'll try to kill you. I can't let the news leak. Not only that, but if word spreads that a demon overlord couldn't defeat a human, it would cause an uproar. Blood will be shed on an unprecedented scale. They'll all conspire to bring me down from my position."

Jack nodded in understanding, though his expression betrayed no emotion. He glanced briefly at Alisha and Missy, both of whom seemed uneasy as they took in the implications of Zamazo's words. The battlefield was eerily quiet now, save for the occasional crackle of dark flames consuming the remnants of the demon army. The stench of charred flesh lingered in the air, making Missy gag and turn away, her hands trembling.

As they turned to leave, Zamazo raised his hand, summoning an immense gust of wind that swept over the battlefield, scattering ash and erasing all signs of the massacre. Satisfied, he followed Jack and his companions as they disappeared over the horizon, unaware that a pair of watchful eyes had seen everything.

Far from the battlefield, hidden behind a mound of sand, a plump demon cowered. His pig-like snout flared as he tried to calm his rapid breathing, but sweat continued to pour down his rotund face, soaking his tattered clothes.

"So that human... he's the Lord of the Dead?" Gurat whispered to himself, trembling. The very thought sent a shiver down his spine. His legs felt weak, and his heart hammered against his chest.

"I have to get as far away from this mess as possible. I don't want anything to do with him—or any other demon. All I want is to eat and be free. Is that too much to ask for?" He sniffled, his voice tinged with despair.

Unlike most demons, Gurat had no aspirations for power or glory. His life goals were simple: eat, sleep, and live without worry. But ever since he'd encountered Jack and his group, his life had turned into a nightmare.

He rested his back against the sand mound, trying to gather his thoughts. 'This is madness. Absolute madness.' His resolve hardened. "I'll go back home. Even if my horns haven't fully developed, at least I had a better life there. But Dad..."

The thought of his father made Gurat wince. A vivid image of the old demon's face flashed in his mind, stern and terrifying. The memory alone sent another wave of dread through him. "No, it doesn't matter. He won't do anything to me... right?" Gurat muttered, trying to convince himself. With a shaky breath, he stood up and began his journey toward the central city, hoping to leave the chaos behind.

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Meanwhile, in another part of the planes, two cloaked figures moved swiftly through the barren landscape. Their footsteps crunched against the scorched ground as they kept a wary eye on their surroundings.

"We need to leave this plane if we want to stay alive," Kate said, her voice sharp and urgent.

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Rex, her companion, gritted his teeth. "That's true, but how? Lord Zamazo controls Nyxoria, the northern city where the main transport line to the other planes is located. There's no way we can pass through without him noticing."

Kate didn't respond immediately, her serpentine eyes flickering with thought. "We'll figure something out. But staying here isn't an option."

"Still," Rex growled, his frustration evident, "I can't believe Lord Zamazo couldn't even defeat a human. A *human*! How is that possible?"

Before he could rant further, Kate smacked him on the head.

"If he's so weak, why did you run away like a coward?" she snapped. "At this rate, I'm not even sure you have a brain left!"

Rex scowled but said nothing, rubbing the back of his head.

Kate sighed, her voice lowering. "Lord Zamazo won't let us go. He knows we're not dead, which means he'll come after us. Our only chance of survival is to increase our power. We need to seek the Abyssal Overlord. If he grants us a portion of his strength, we might stand a chance against Zamazo."

Rex stiffened. "You mean you want to go to the 12th plane? Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how dangerous that place is?"

Kate's gaze hardened. "I know. But we have no other choice. If we stay here, Zamazo will hunt us down. And if we flee to another plane without sufficient power, the other overlords will kill us just as easily. This is our only shot."

Rex hesitated, the weight of her words sinking in. "The demons of the 12th plane... they're not like us. They're monsters, even by our standards."

"Exactly," Kate said. "Which is why their power is unparalleled. If we can survive long enough to gain the Abyssal Overlord's favor, we'll be unstoppable. We'll come back stronger, and we'll make Zamazo pay for everything."

Rex let out a resigned sigh. "Fine. We'll go to the 12th plane. But how do we get there without passing through Nyxoria?"

Kate smirked. "The central city has an underground market. They deal in all sorts of illegal goods—and that includes alternative transport to the other planes. It won't be easy, but it's our best bet."

Rex nodded reluctantly. "Let's move, then. The sooner we leave, the better."

Neither of them realized that their decision would spark a chain of events that would shake the planes to their very core.

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Elsewhere, a different kind of danger was brewing.

"What plane are we on currently?" Carlos's deep voice echoed across the barren land as his army assembled around him.@@novelbin@@

The air here was thick and suffocating, toxic enough to kill an ordinary human. But the individuals gathered were far from ordinary. Clad in gleaming armor adorned with holy insignias, the soldiers of the church stood unwavering, their presence a stark contrast to the desolate landscape.

"Lord Bishop Carlos," one of the knights said, bowing deeply. "The scouts have confirmed that this is the First Plane. The people of the Kingdom of Hughiner have provided us with valuable information regarding the terrain."

Carlos nodded, his piercing gaze scanning the horizon. "Good. Prepare the troops. The conquest begins now."

A hush fell over the army as his words sank in. The soldiers tightened their grips on their weapons, their faces set with determination.

The holy crusade had begun.

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