22 War on easy mode

[38th day]

Today was the day I would do my hard mission.

Before I went to sleep last night, I told my citizens of the news and the delay of our medium mission. Then I told them to get a good night's rest and that we would set out tomorrow.

Some grew excited, whilst some grew anxious, but overall, it was a positive response. I was still the lord of demons after all.

War, for them, is as natural, if not more so, than peace.

Today was the day I would take my first step as the king of all. I was ambitious, and this would be my first step in actually achieving my ambitions.

If I were to not lie, I was scared, anxious, and worried. I still remembered the days I had lost someone dear to me, my grandfather.

He died in a war, WWIII.

Like many others, he died as a result of cyberwarfare, and he did not even have a chance. From that day, I grew to dislike violence. In primary and secondary school, I never fought even an ant. I hated the fact that such a kind and caring man would die due to someone else's ambition.

Under his stupid idea of patriotism, he died, and I will never forget it.

I wanted to change how I fought, so I made the entire process strictly voluntary: if someone even hinted at not wanting to do it but was folding due to peer pressure, I took them out anyway.

Randol and a lower demon called Hermes, both of whom would rather work in the workshop, so I left them there. Otherwise, everyone was completely down, even excited.

What can I say, they are demons?

We set off, after I briefed them on what I saw, from their species to my estimated number count.

While marching down the caves, I found myself lost in a deadly train of thought.

Death, could I take someone's life? I liked to think of myself as a man as apathetic as steel, but when it came to it, I could not find it in me to definitely answer the question.

Could I, do it?

I fought and killed many times in LordsVsLords, but that was just a game. This, on the other hand, was the real deal.

Someone's entire life is taken by my blade. Their whole experiences, their family, even their friends, would be for naught under my blade.

I would wipe their existence from the earth, never to be seen again.

I sigh.

What do I do? I can't lead my men without participation, or else I'll end up never taking a life, and I can't have that. To be the king of all kings, I need to be perfect.

For perfection, I must change.

I must desensitise myself; I am too kind; I need to be ruthless and cunning. The kill count should just be a number.

Yes, cold, dark, and ruthless. That was the kind I needed to be.

I took a deep breath and inhaled a breath of freezing air.

I was ready.

I was ready to kill.

Four hours later, we had arrived.

Here were my first victims; my first prey.

Here is where they would die; here is where I would kill them.

But before that, I needed to do some more thorough scouting, so I sent some of my finest men with good scouting attributes to do a bit of scouting.

The good scouting characteristics were darkness and air. It's a shame Asylum died, but no matter now.

Time to wait.

One hour later, they returned with some more information. Apparently, they were 62 in number, and their weaponry consisted of stone tools.

Against my more considerable army of 50, I reckoned we would easily win.

Numbers in wars are important, but with each and every soldier having magical abilities and having better weaponry, I gave myself a pat on the back for my easy victory.

It is not like I would not take them seriously; I would still give the order to pick some off beforehand.

So, I did, and my army got to work.

Picking of the enemy took a range of skills, from making sure the enemy did not notice you until it was too late, to immobilising the enemy in one shot.

Luckily, my army was highly skilled. My sun users, while not sneaky, had the firepower to easily 1 shot most creatures. My hunters were exceptional scouts and could sneak like any good assassin.

Together, they killed most of the enemy before we had even fought.

Actually, I must say, the enemy may have no chance at all. At the pace we are going, they will be wiped out before they even know we are here.

10 down, then 30. They were dropping like flies, and there was no sign of any alarm.

At 40 and then 60, we were down to only a few enemies left, and yet there was no sign of any danger at all.

Ignoring the dead bodies, of course.

They were all in what we had identified as the main hall. The leader and what seemed to be the strongest had gathered here to have a meeting, we assumed.

We had based the rankings on height, so we knew that the five who came here were the top brass.

We had picked up a few new ones who made our total ride, and finally we were ready to finish off these idiots.

I sent in the walking nuclear bomb and when he entered, I heard some shouting when suddenly I felt gravity itself weaken around me.

Then it turned to the building, like a black hole was there and boom.

A massive explosion tore through the building.

What was left was 4 bodies and one kneeling man. Oh, and a sleeping blue-haired bomb was napping.

I ran up to him to see if he was okay, but his snoring told me he was just fine.

As I was about to start looking for the pole, the kneeling enemy, with blood all over himself, said weakly, "You, you did this to us! How could you? We elves have done nothing, and yet you killed us. Why? Why have you done this? "

At first, I ignored him. Truthfully, his words burned my soul. I had just killed this man's life and his kingdom, and yet I was thinking of rewards.

I was turning into a man who I did not recognise.

Looking at what I had become, I became disgusted at my actions. No thought went into the killing; I had just killed them all.

"I sincerely apologize; I should have given you the option of surrendering."

He seemed mad for some reason. I was being truthful, though. Why was he still mad? Ah, maybe he still hated me.

"I'm sorry for killing your family. They would have become good workers."

The man seemed to forgive me as he looked at my sorry face, and he died shortly after. Why did he go red, though? Was he hot or something?

Oh well, time to find my rewards and also, I leaned down on the man's corpse and said, "I am truly sorry for what I have done. It was a complete waste. "

Okay, conscience cleared, I moved on to my new mission.

Or should I say to complete my mission?

Two hours later, after searching and looting, we were finally ready to go home. We took everything we could, so as to not waste anything, and I finally claimed that hard mission.

With the pole with an image on it, I claimed the mission.

[The mission must be claimed near your alter.]

Welp, there goes my plan of reading on the way back.

"Arghh, this is going to be so boring!" I scream

"Arr, don't worry, lord, I will be here to keep you company," said Dante.

So, I ran off.

I would rather die than spend 5 hours talking to that idiot.