Dire Wolf Devil
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓔𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻.
Dar'vange chuckled a bit. "Well I used to live here. This entire city was inhabited by Cat people like me. They were a corrupt species who would rather chose a young inventor over a powerful Mage. I studied the library extensively, and eventually came across a book on the undead. Zombies, mindless skeletons, ghosts, typical thralls to one's will. I found however a passage on Skeletons that kept their minds but lost the vices of the flesh and lived forever. I looked into it and found a secret underground to the city I'd spent so much time in.
Down there was a horde of undead monsters that I was required to fight through. At the Crucible, the pit we perform the rituals and tournament battles for fun in, I found this staff and claw weapon thing, and a book on magic and knowledge that was older than this city that's been standing for millennia. It taught me everything I know.
I studied for years the magic I had gained, when it dawned on me that I didn't need to know this by myself. I invited several sorcerers that I knew would welcome this knowledge. Together we enacted the ritual that melted our flesh from our bones. We set out to convert as many willing subjects as possible. When we had enough support we set their own deceased friends and family on them and attacked with our magic and weapons. By the end of the day all the inhabitants were either one of us or killed. I've been here for 1000 years practicing my magic and have masted it and continue to master it. But the kicker is this. I don't mind control my Army, they act on loyalty to the one who made them the Undying Army. And fear. A little bit of fear.
Lucifel listened intently. His brow slowly raising as he grinned. "Quite a few years of work under your belt, then."
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"Take a quick feel for the familiar energies around the palace. Notice anyone... missing?" Dominic slowly lifted his brow, Dei and Malvo doing the same before then looking to each other.
"Come t' think of it... I don't feel Perry's energy in the palace, at all." Malvo had brought up, Dei-Loki sighing.
"Son of a bitch..." Dei-Loki growled before moving to head out of the room.
"Where are ya going, now?" Malvo blinked, Dei-Loki fixing his jacket. With no response, Malvo grit her teeth and quickly followed. "Dammit... Little Loki, wait up!"