Birth of Terror

The day the Dark City fell was the day people took the corrupted lands or defiled lands as they've been called seriously. A month after the fall the former city and land around it were considered off limits. It also came with an increase in military presence in the surrounding lands facing it.

3 Months after the Dark City fell, people with a prophetic vision ability told everybody it's the coming of the Apocalypse and a dark lord. The defiled land seems to also be spreading slower but undead are becoming more numerous as well as having the ability to walk out of those lands. Mutant creatures have also been spotted migrating to the defiled lands provided they fall under the creepy crawly aspect of creatures.

High up on a throne of blood sits Malorn, as he stares at what seems to be nothing.

[mission: Spread your territory / future body

reward: evolution into Domain of Death]

"Even 3 months after that hostile takeover my undead are still not able to help spread my territory that much further. I understand that the mortal meat sacks are making it difficult, but really. Although on another note the influx of a bunch of giant spiders centipedes and all sorts of fun worms will be thankfully empowering my army. System, submerge the dungeon in a pit of lava instead of having a castle."

[Submerging. . . . .Done]

"Perfect, I think I'll make more creation portals to hopefully add to my army. But this time I think the world should be ready for the rise of a nightmare while I hopefully ascend."

And in front of Malorn, a shadow appears as he starts creating the perfect creature to be the next creature that will terrorize the world.

Elsewhere in the world many heroes and even those without abilities prepare for a potential on coming apocalypse. This also includes the families who have sat in power for millennia.

"So my child, this world has started to give birth to a god and oddly enough an Evil God. Do you feel as I do a sense of suppression? Your mission in that world was to corrupt the world and draw the energy to yourself and through you, me. Just what did you do to have it go so...WRONG!"

In a room filled with shadow and the scent of decay, Reaper, whose form was in that of humanoid shadow, was in front of a screen. On that screen was a another shadow but even through the screen one could feel a sense of horror. This is the God that sent Reaper to this world to draw power for himself.

"Your mission was to corrupt that world and draw the energy within to ME. Not help a bunch of ants grow. Especially not grow into a God of Death! Now before it becomes too strong and fully becomes a god, I order you to kill it. This order is for your own good as a ritual I've done makes me sense it as a descendant and could feed off your powers to greatly strengthen yourself."

After listening to that last tidbit, Reaper was shocked. "That thing came from me! I feel no bloodline with it! And how would it kill me in the first place? I am already a god, even suppressed. My control over demise and corruption should easily be able to kill him."

"YOU FOOLISH DUMBASS! He is becoming a God of Death and Doom, which your powers fall under. Currently he should be immune as long as you're not in his direct presence. Find him now and kill him before it's too late!"

And with that the father of Reaper, Sithos, closed the message screen. This left Reaper in silence as he contemplated what he should do. Upon what he could do to make the little bastard die. And as such, in silence he thought and planned his next move carefully.

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Malorn, was standing on his throne, his form flickering as he seemed to fade in and out of sight, but with a growing aura of power. A hint of a grin was across his face. In front of him was a cloud of smoke, hiding something beneath it.

"At last, my new creation is complete. The new creature of terror is completed, the Age of Terror is about to begin! My NIGHTMARE IS BORN."

And with that the smoke disappeared revealing what lay under.