Ayarat -A world for the ripening.

Ayarat felt nervous. Her, a thousand-year-old Devilless with more kills under her belt than the four realms had souls felt nervous.

The Devilless wasn't sure of what could be gotten from what she had to do. The visitation period the lady Hildelith had granted her was only viable for two duo solar rotations every month after which she would be dragged back to the fourth realm.

Ayarat though had no idea what to expect in this world she was being unleashed on. She stood in a silver and red ring with different symbols on it.

Twice each month the ring or as it was better known the Gate of Taursa would gain enough power to let her slip into the mortal realm. Once the energy in the gates was depleted she would lose her tether to it and be kicked out of Vaustaris.

Taursa was like a shield, a chain, a rope, and a tether. A shield that protected the Taursans from being obliterated by Vaustaris as hostile entities. A chain that kept them forever leashed to the fourth realm. A rope to pull back their souls once killed to respawn in the noxious lands of Taursa and a tether that fueled them when they called upon the energies of the black sun.

The black sun powered the black throne of Taursa, and all that was within the fourth realm. It was what slowly powered the gates. The symbols that would let demons out into the mortal realms.

But it all had a catch.

First, the gates had to access several leylines running from the mortal realms to Taursa. Second managing to get the correct amount of energy required to send a demon across was easy but harder when it came to a devil.

The energy required for a journey was larger and dependent on the individual power levels. This was a problem Ayarat realized the lady had not solved for her.

She could not use the gates if demons were to use them, as they would use up the collected energies.

It left the second solution. Summoning.

The edge that the lady had granted her. By letting her have the demons go first then they could spread information about Taursa to these mortals. Mortals who sought the power of gods.

Of course, Devils never lie. So why not have a demon lie and trick them for her instead?

By having the mortals open a path from their end, one fueled by both the Black sun on her end as invoked by a ritual taught to them by the demons and the mana inherent in the mortal realms, it would not only grant whatever demon or being called through immunity to the world's action but it would also save up the energy needed to send more demons across.

The more powerful a being called across, the chances of it performing a higher ritual to pull in more demons.

Right now though Ayarat was seeing the results of an even more insane idea. One she'd gotten from the store as allowed by her lady.

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Far to the west of Oritais, deep in the southern hot deserts of the third continent, a morbid scene could be seen. A cluster of beings warring with each other. Muscular felines with gold manes facing off against a bunch of smaller people girded in illustrious black armor and wielding shields.

The battleground was thick with death and corpses littered the ground. Argatans were incredibly powerful people, having no fear of anything. Where their males were brave and strong, their females were skilled and smart.

No one knew how long the fight had been going on for but the Lomries and Argats had held their own. A pile of corpses stretched out in the terrain between the hills as both sides sprayed themselves with arrows and clashed continuously.

The Lomries made up for their lack of height with speed. Their strength quite enough to cleave a full-grown male in two. Yet this battle was slowly pushing them all back one by one. The Argats were winning not because of their greater numbers as compared to the Lomries but simply because of their day perk.

Beneath the sun they were just an even stronger race.

Lomrie' corpses littered the ground as the little people retreated at the continuous aggressive onslaught of their enemies.

A large boulder of blazing flame appeared from behind the Lomries' position. Screams of indescribable words, one that would be understandable to higher beings simply because they had access to the universal tongue but confusing to anyone not part of the natives filled the air.

The Lomries made one last jaunt as their shields dropped down. Archers appeared over their shoulders and loosened bolts of arrows into their tormentors. The bolts pierced the defense of the Argatans leaving them defensive and halting their attacks. The reprieve lasted long enough for the Lomries to dash in a full-blown retreat their archers stopping at intervals to cover their soldiers' rear.

The Argats nevertheless, found themselves unable to give chase when the flaming boulder descended in their midst.

It blasted a large hole into the ground. Fires spread in all directions, something the Lomries were able to avoid due to their retreat after seeing the flaming ball. The Argats, not so much.

The fire, a strange mixture of red and silver, and a faint trace of purple spread like a most in all directions. Yet it found only Argats to burn.

*

Odark frowned from atop the hilltop as he watched the flames incinerate his foes and blacken the lands. While he was filled with glee at the potential answer to what would be the prayer of most of their people, Odark wasn't religious.

Neither was he a fool or ignorant.

The tales of the goddess's appearance far to the northwest of the world had reached even here. The tales no matter how they got spun and exaggerated had one thing unchanging about them.

The lights were said to be holy and gave off a feeling that many people had used different words to pass on. But Odark was sure that none of the said words were similar to the feeling this flame gave.

Odark didn't sense it as unholy. No, it was just wrong. Unacceptable, like his very being called to him to stay as far from it as possible.

Which was what he decided to do. Giving the order, the Old general had the army pull back into their cavern entrances and wait while some were left to watch the scene for what would become of the leftover Argats.

It was a decision that in hindsight, saved their kingdom that night.

*

Ayarat looked at the second and only orb she damaged to gain. The thing was as expensive as her blood was rare on Taursa. Yes her blood could bring about an evolution for the demons. Not in devils but into something higher.

All around her black throne a crowd of demons shouted, argued, and fought like the animalistic deviants they were. A race always ravenous, deceitful, and trickish. Ayarat could see why the lady had never wanted them in her realms.

But now to teach her children, to polish and push them to be strong she had shut her eyes and granted what she disliked the right to live and act within her territory

Ayarat would not say she understood after all she was no mother. All she could see were the little similarities between her sire and the lady. While of course, she had been thrown into such a situation the lady had done better by making sure to keep her children alive.

Devils gave no such chance or hope.

Ayarat glared to her side. There gathered atop the higher rings of what would be a coliseum were her devils. Ones born directly from her. There were over a hundred of them. Each different from tbe rest. To make more was to sacrifice a horde of demons.

Yes, the lady had made sure that for her to make more of her kind she had to sacrifice her power for them. Her power amounted to several demons she had managed to give rise to. The last devil a young phantasmal flame devil had cost over a thousand demons to create.

Now it was time to put them all to good use. Every five hundred years the gates of Taursa would have enough energy to send her to the mortal realms long enough for her to cause trouble and make the mortals struggle.

But Ayarat had made an even better plan. She was too busy fighting wars here and there was no way the mortals could kill her as strong as they might get. It was impossible. She had spoken to the lady about it and when she agreed instead made a better plan.

One that the lady while desiring to know had shrugged and escaped from Taursa to stop herself from asking.

Ayarat didn't care though. The orbs she had gotten were part of the plan.

[PROFANE ITEM] - [DUNGEON CORE]

[LV0] - [SACRILEGE]

A none living entity fused with devil seed. This core creates a being from the accumulated energies of its pawn victories.

[PERKS] - [ERODER] - [SPAWN POINT] - [TAURSAN LIFEPOD] - [FORTRESS(LOCKED)] - [GATEWAY(LOCKED)]

The upsides were, with the yet-to-be-opened gateway she'd gain free access to the mortal realm. Also with the spawn point any of the pawns created by the fortress that died would be sent down here. The rules were fickle but she knew it would get sorted out. Hopefully without the lady ending her.

Ayarat paused for a minute contemplating before shrugging. The lady didn't wish to know so she'd just say it was one of such plans.

Her favorite perks though had to be Eroder and Taursan Lifepod. Since sending demons across was hard then she simply created something better. By sullying the mortals she made them half-demonic creatures guided into madness and released to spread the power of the black sun. Their new Taursan brand of the Black Sun on the back of their necks connected them back to the dungeon where the essences of whatever they killed would both upgrade them and get channeled back to the dungeon with a 1:9 ratio.

Their souls would be slowly eroded as well and by the time the madness was gone only pure demons would remain.

Ayarat hesitated at this again. The Lady might be pissed, after all, there were no such talks about corrupting any mortal soul.