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Grave Digging Demon

“Become the one you were meant to be our Emperor of the Grave. Seek those who sought to take away your place and bury them beneath you. Seek those who cry out for justice and break the ones who caused it. Decimate your enemies and make them beg to their Gods. Bury them without remorse! Bury them without love! Bury them with no mercy! Bury them all!” “I will see you again when you are ready, my Emperor.” The dead, they are countless. An endless supply. Bodies piled into mountains with enough to even fill a giant gorge. All buried beneath the ground filling it with nutrients and strength. The strong ones, evil ones, heroes, villains, demons, devils, the damned or any given a title of notoriety await the call of the one who buried them. Ready to slaughter. NOTICE THIS IS A HAREM!!! If you decide to read this knowing its a harem and you aren't happy with it, then all I can say is thanks for the read and have a glorious day.

DeathWalker · Fantaisie
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A Warm Welcome.

The entire trip to Siegbalds party was quiet, but if there was one thing that I was appreciative of was that my driver, The Blind Driver, made it one of the most comfortable rides I had.

Livina even seemed to be the most shocked one among Ulrich and I when she realized that my driver was indeed blind. She even asked me if I was insane, to which I just smiled and left to leave for the party.

But just as we started to near the Kingdoms capital, the more my smile widened as I started to remember the last time that I was here. Ulrich even released a sigh filled with longing.

"Ahhhh, it's been a long time since I've been to the capital. The last time I was here was what… maybe two-hundred years ago when I interrupted the current King's wedding." Ulrich said as he looked through the window of the carriage. "Those were the good old days, back when that pansy of a King was a weak and tantrum throwing child."

"He still is a tantrum throwing child, but a pansy. I don't think so, Ulrich." I shook my head as I answered. "The King would be able to crush the both of us pretty easily if he wanted to, but because of how he acts he doesn't. And the only reason we are even able to come near the capital without dying is because he is currently crippled."

Ulrich just acknowledged what I said with a slight nod of his head as he continued to look outside and reminisce about his glory days.

I shook my head as I closed my eyes as I looked through the Skills and Traits I gained because of my Trail of Demons.

{Skill List.}

Skill Name: Poisoned Claws.

Skill Mastery: 0%

Skill Rank: E.

Requirements: Pass Trial of Demons with one-hundred percent compatibility with a Demon Centipede.

Description: Sharpen your claws as you coat them with a toxic poison that spreads paralysis and fear inducing illusions.

Poisoned Claws (Active.): Grow and sharpen your nails as they become coated in a toxic poison. Has a chance to paralyze and spread a viscous poison that spreads a fear inducing toxin the more it enters their system.

Skill Name: Demonic Roar.

Skill Mastery: 0%

Skill Rank: C.

Requirements: Pass Trial of Demons with one-hundred percent compatibility with a Demon Centipede.

Description: Releases a Demonic Roar to threaten and intimidate those that stand before you.

Demonic Roar (Active.): Release a Demonic Roar in a ten meter radius that will threaten, stun, and intimidate.

Skill Name: Demonic Rage.

Skill Mastery: 0%

Skill Rank: E.

Requirements: Pass Trial of Demons with one-hundred percent compatibility with a Demon Centipede.

Description: Enter a demonic and red filled rage, attacking everything and anything in your path.

Demonic Rage (Active.): Enter a demonic rage that increases your Strength and Constitution by double for twenty seconds. After your Demonic Rage is over enter a weakened state for eight hours as your stats are halved.

{Trait List.}

Trait Name: Eyes of the Buried.

Trait Mastery: 10%

Trait Rank: C.

Description: See the lives of the buried through their eyes.

Eyes of the Buried (Passive.): See the last five days of those that you have buried. Up to a maximum of five times.

Trait Name: Poisoned Body.

Trait Mastery: 0%

Trait Rank: C

Requirements: Pass Trial of Demons with one-hundred percent compatibility with a Demon Centipede.

Description: Grants you a poisoned body.

Poisoned Body (Passive.): User is immune to hundreds of poisons, and some illusions.

Poisoned Blood and Bones (Passive.): Your blood and bones can be used to create minor poisons.

"Uh, Sir? I'm not able to proceed any further. They don't believe your invitation to be a genuine one. They've even called the guards over." The Blind Driver spoke in a confused manner as even though he was blind knew that my invitation was the genuine article.

I just started to laugh as I told him to wait for the guards to show up, making him laugh as he told whoever stopped us that we would gladly wait for the guards.

"Are you sure that's a smart move to do?" Ulrich asked as he started to sweat. "I mean maybe we should leave… or at least let Livina know what's going on."

"Yeah I think it's the smartest move to make. Besides, what harm or disrespect have I shown any of the other Barons?" I asked Ulrich as he shrugged as I explained why. "Simple, none. The only ones that have any type of beef or angered are the three sisters by Siegbalds side. I'm pretty sure they tempted one of the Barons to cause me some trouble."

Ulrich seemed to frown before he looked back out the carriage window as he seemed to no longer care about the current situation.

We continued to wait for about another ten minutes before the sound of multiple horses, loud voices, cheering, jeering, and cursing of the other waiting Barons.

It sounded like the one who stopped us tried to say something as even the ones behind us tried to join in as they suggested what should happen for making them have to wait.

"SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTHS YOU LOW-LIFE SCUM!!!"

A voice roared out as a silence descended upon the crowd.

Only to be ruined by my loud and inappropriate laugh.

"Hahahahaha… Oh, this is grand. So damn, grand!" I continued to laugh as I'm pretty sure my driver did as well as I called out to the one who tried to stop me. "I'm pretty sure Siegbald would be pretty angry if his special guest of the evening didn't arrive at the party. So let's just end this facade and let bygones be bygones."

Silence continued to ensue before the sound of the Blind Drivers cracking of his horse whip sounded out as the carriage moved forward.

No one seemed to try and stop us as we continued onward to Siegbalds party. There were even a couple of the other carriages that tried to talk to Ulrich, but were disappointed when he didn't respond.

"Well that was, kind of you Bastion. Didn't think we'd make it through that situation." Ulrich smiled as I crossed my leg and rested my head on my fist as I gave out a light laugh as I looked out the carriage window.

"Kind? Me maybe, but Sivath on the other hand not so much."

I smirked as the sound of rushing horses sounded out as their riders shouted out that one of the gate guards had just had his head crushed.

Ulrich didn't seem shocked as he let out a low and evil sounding laugh as Sivath crawled in through the carriage window, up my arm, as she started to fade into a tattoo as she rested on my shoulder.

'Good girl, I'll make sure to ask Siegbald for something that'll help make you stronger.' I spoke mentally to Sivath as she responded with a satisfied hiss before she went silent as what she did took a lot out of her.

"Now, let's see how the rest of the evening goes?" I spoke aloud as I saw Siegbalds place of residence. "No wonder he's the Crown Prince."

It was twice if not five times the size of my Grave Digging Manor and definitely better protected. Plus even though I was an amateur in the field of magic, I was able to feel and see the amount of magic and power it emanated.

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