Cleaning up the filth

Reima didn't think he'd be having kids anytime soon, there was still so much he needed to do, so many places he wanted to explore... It wasn't as if they were on a time limit either, he was functionally Immortal, as was Quelaag... And finding a way to give Ciri immortality was as easy as scratching his back.

He'd fixed the "Problem" he was having before, where any woman he *Cough*, granted his "boon" would burn to death in a matter of seconds. He still wasn't too keen on the idea of children, as such he'd decided to leave the topic to the side for now, letting Yennefer continue to try and push Ciri into granting her Grandchildren.

After the hearing to decide what'd happen to Temeria, Kovir and Poviss, and Toussaint, Reima had put all his efforts into his "Holy Empire", as many had taken to calling it.

It wasn't difficult for him and Solaire to slowly make their way down the map, though, Ciri had requested to come with him when he'd told her about his plans of destroying Crookback Bog and the three hags residing there.

With just Reima and Ciri the monster-infested swamps were quickly wiped clean, once they'd reached the cabin in the woods it was Ciri herself that set fire to it via a Great Chaos Fireball...

The hags tried to escape as they could feel the power emanating from the duo, but with a simple Void-powered anti-apparition charm he'd completely disabled their ability to escape.

After that it was quite easy to kill them off, Reima using the Dark Hand to tear out their disgusting-looking souls, with plans to create something humiliating and or useful out of them.

After Crookback Bog they'd continued south taking Aedirn, Lyria, Rivia, Cidaris, Kerack, Verden, Brugge, and Brokilon. The latter of which put up quite a fight, the Vampires apparently held no interest in the Brokilon forests as the Dryad's weren't palatable to them.

Reima had personally spoken to Queen Eithne after easily making his way past the various traps and ambushes laid by the Dryad's. And while her dislike of human's was somewhat negated by his status of a Witcher the thing that'd made her conversable was his power.

If Reima were weak, the Dryad's definitely would not have listened to him, but as he was capable of burning their entire forest to ashes in a number of minutes, they were forced to listen to him.

As such, they'd made a deal... The forests of Brokilon would be under the protection of the "Holy Empire" as a vassal state ruled by Eithne. It was incredibly difficult for Reima to get them to agree to this, but when faced with annihilation, they had no other choice.

It wasn't like they came out with nothing though, now they were free to trade with other races and cities without fear of human intervention, as every sentient being within the Holy Empire was considered equal. Reima still thought it would take a number of centuries for Dryad's to start interacting with people outside their forests.

Next was Sodden and then Cintra, the latter of which actually rightfully belonged to Ciri. She refused any responsibility for it though, choosing to remain in Ichor by his side instead of becoming a County Administrator for Cintra. The people there were relatively unscathed from the Vampires due to it technically being part of Nilfgaard, black and gold armoured warriors attempted to fight him off, but were left as nothing but ashes and puddled of molten metal.

Finally, they'd reached Toussaint, and boy was that place a shit hole. The landscape was still amazing, sunny and vibrant with many beautiful places to be found... But, the amount of Vampires present was quite rediculous, their numbers here being more than Aedirn and Lyria combined.

They were led by a Vampire named Kiah, the only reason Reima actually knows this name is because he heard the other Higher Vampire shout it in despair when he'd torn the Elder's soul out.

After he'd cleansed Toussaint of Vampire he'd left a couple House Elves to get Beauclair back in order so that it could receive Henrietta again. Luckily the Vampires kept a few thousand people as slaves, which allowed them to get a good amount of people in the state... If this had not been the case they'd have to encourage people to immigrate there, something which was difficult as everywhere compared to Ichor was a shit hole.

Finally, he and Solaire had reached the main territory of Nilfgaard, they'd managed to muster a relatively large force considering their army had already been annihilated. Though, it still wasn't enough to stop the duo flying through their territory and killing everyone who resisted.

They'd taken control of Nazair, Mettina, Geso, Ebbing, Maecht, etc, no territory was left untouched as the duo flew in the direction of Nilfgaards capital, the city of golden towers, where Emperor Voorhis would presumably be cowering.

The city itself was composed of huge towers,.though unlike the name suggested, they were not made from gold. This had Reima slightly smug at the fact a few building in Ichor could match the amount of gold currently in circulation in Nilfgaard.

He shakes these thoughts from his mind and expands his Observation Haki across the city, spotting a few places where mages were waiting for him to fly over in order to bombard him with spells, fools. He retrieves the Staff of Morwenna and splits it into dozens of hands, commanding them to strangle the hidden mages, smirking to himself as panic erupted in the city as floating hands began to strangle people left right and centre.

And after looking for a couple more hours, he eventually spotted the person he wanted to speak with, they were hidden within a bunker far below the city, inside a heavily reinforced and enchanted room.

*Flash*

Reima simply blinks behind Emperor Voorhis and taps him on the shoulder with a huge grin on his face.

Voorhis "WAHH! GUARDS! GUARDS! INTRUDER!" he screams at the top of his lungs, and the door to the room shoots open... Revealing Solaire who's holding the corpses of his men.

Reima "Hello Emperor Voorhis, I heard a strange rumour... One that said you were looking to marry Princess Cirilla, the former Emperors daughter... Is that correct?"

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Reima nods at the man staying silent, "That's what I thought, now... I wonder if you've ever met someone who's survived being skinned alive before? No? Because I have, and I've always wanted to try it on the next douchebag I met." he states, walking towards Voorhis as he tries to crawl away to safety.