Vermin.

The Order Of The Library Of The Neitherlands. The foremost center of knowledge in this multiverse, the magicians multiverse's equivalent of the Wanderer's Library. They were the keepers of knowledge, the guardians of the ever dimming light of enlightenment, and servants to the higher purpose of progress and preservation.

At least that's what they were supposed to be. A lie they like telling themselves and others.

In truth they were just another organisation of power hungry asshats. It's the fate of all groups. As they say, Chthulu forever moves left. An organization that is not led by a power hungry person will eventually be. Because only those who have cutthroat ambition rise in the hierarchy, the rest are left behind.

Not that it excuses their actions or saves them from my wrath.

I shattered through the library wards as I walked in, alarms blaring throughout alerting them of my arrival.

I smiled, wading through the pools of blood littering the floors of the library following the trail of corpses leading in.

Offee really had a field day here huh?

Not enough apparently.

No matter, I'll finish this for her.

Now where are they keeping her?

I scanned the room and spotted a receptionist at a desk nearby.

"Aha." I walked over, phasing through the desk, grabbing her head before she could so much as squeak, "Hello there. Mind if I take a peek into your mind?"

Her eyes rolled over as I ripped the memories from her head and saw the slaughter first hand.

Hmmm...interesting!

They used a mixture of poison gas, intangibility spells, perception manipulation and luck spells to take her down and even then the library was cut down from over 300k employees down to less than 5000.

Damn. She even collapsed space in entire sections of the library.

I grinned proudly as I crushed the receptionist's skull in my grip, squishing it like a rotten pear.

That's my girl!

Now they were keeping her in..... let's see.....Cellblock 249.

The fact that they had 249 cellblocks itself showed how little they cared about just being 'humble librarians'. This facility was part prison.

Those fascist fucks!

I'll wipe them all out today.

With a thought, the entire library's contents were spirited away.

Don't want all those precious books to burn now do we?

They'll be a fine addition to my collection. The library itself though ....

Hehehehe.

Nah. I'll burn this whole place to the ground. And then I'll immolate their underworld branch too. Just because they're dead doesn't mean they get to escape punishment. I'll torture their souls in boiling oil for all eternity. As the new god of the Underworld, I think it's time for some restructuring anyways.

I teleported over to the cellblocks and arrived at the door labeled 249 when suddenly everything flickered.

And just in time too. I spotted a woman in those typical foxy librarian glasses, you know the ones, they practically scream 'Cat Lady~'.

I recognised her from the show. Zelda Schiff, Head of Collections at the library. She was the mother of Harriet Schiff. Unfortunately, she had none of the love for freedom and moral goodness that her daughter did.

Shame. At least she produced a child who grew up to be a better person than her, so I guess that's an achievement.

"Hello. I hear you've been a very naughty girl, Zelda!" I wagged a finger at her, cold fury in my eyes.

"Boxing up my little wifey like a rabid dog. And for what? She just came here to negotiate." I shook my head, arms crossed.

"You're monsters!" She frowned, stepping back as she discreetly sent a distress signal, but given that they don't have any more travelers left, I doubt they'll get here anytime soon.

"Says the librarian with over 249 jail cells. Tell me Zelda, are librarians supposed to be prison wardens too? Huhn?" My foot tapped against the wet floor of the cellblocks.

"They're employee housings. Dormitories." She defended.

"Oh, oh! I see, I see. So those reinforced metal doors with three fucking deadbolts on the outside are meant for housing your employees?

Wow. With this, and those slave contracts you force your employees and clients to sign, no wonder you guys are short-staffed."

Zelda gulped thickly her eyes shifty, looking around for help.

But she knew as well as me that none would come and those who did come would be of no help.

"N-no thanks to y-your wife. She massacred our employees in cold blood."

"Blood seems pretty warm to me." I tapped the floor with my feet, splashing blood around. The slaughter was so great there was a 5 mm layer of blood all over the library. It was insane.

They must have used a lot of regeneration potions on their employees for there to be this much blood on the floor. And they still died.

Heh.

Honestly, the fact that she's not hysterical already after witnessing the slaughter is pretty amazing in it's own way- Oh. Wait, right. The employees who die here will reappear in the underworld branch. She doesn't have to worry about them running away either since magic was back and their billion year slave contracts were active again.

Knowing your friends and co-workers are still sorta alive in the underworld and will be there long after you die must make the grief of death a little less harrowing.

Unfortunately for her...

"What a brave woman you are, Zelda. Even after seeing all your friends fie like flies, you're still standing." I grinned evilly, "But tell me, do you think being in the underworld library will save them? Or you for that matter? Will you still die in peace knowing that I am the new god of the underworld?" Hearing that her expression turned for the worse, she paled and her eyes went dim in realization.

"No...." She muttered.

"Say, do you think a soul can suffer eternally? Or can they check out at some point of pain?" I asked

"Not if you die here!" She pulled out a gun from the giant pockets on her ridiculously wide cuffed 70s woman pants, pointing it at me, and I snorted with amusement.

Immediately, the gun disappeared from her hands, appearing in mine.

"Just how many godslaying bullets did you guys make?" I asked, examining the gun.

Only two bullets huh?

So not that many.

I threw the gun away into my hammerspace and looked up to find her looking at me conflicted. Her reinforcements weren't here yet. And now she didn't have a gun.

I could almost see the gears move in her head, her hamster wheel of realization spun.

Her eyes shone with resolve as she looked at me casting a woven strength spell on herself and charged straight for me, without hesitation.

"Atatatat!" I immediately froze her, inches from my face.

"Kill me!" She screamed in my face, "I won't undo the seal on your wife, no matter what torture you put me through! So kill me already!"

I laughed out loud in her face.

"Kill you? Why? So you can go to the underworld and warn your fellow librarians at the underworld branch about me? Where's the fun in that? Don't spoil their surprise~" I wagged a finger at her, booping her nose playfully, when she tried to bite her own tongue off.

"Nope!" I froze her mouth too, "Too late! You didn't have the balls to do it from the start, and now you think I'll let you spoil my fun? No, no, no! Not at all." I smiled, turning her head to the door, "And as for my wife's seal....I never needed you to undo it. And neither did she, apparently."

The lights in the room suddenly flickered as the color dulled, it almost seemed to drain out from the world. The wards on the door behind us shattered like glass, and magic shut down in the area. And then, finally, the door blew off its hinges and smashed into the wall opposite us, sticking into it like a nail, raising a cloud of dust and drywall as Offee walked out of the room, unharmed, a wound on her arm regenerating rapidly to the point that as she stepped out, it had already healed as if it had never existed, supple skin and flesh taking its place.

"Jay?" Offee noticed me as she rubbed her temples, "Ugh that poison was strong."

"And here I thought you were going to need some help." I chuckled.

"I'm not some damsel in distress." Offee gave me a deadpan look, "And I remember quite a few times you've needed my help. Remember that time we eliminated that underground colony of parasite bugs?" She smiled as she put her arms around my neck planting a kiss on my lips sending butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

I felt happiness bubble up inside me as we parted.

"I'm just glad you're safe." I rested my head against hers and let out a sigh of relief, "Though, chewing through your own arm to power a reality anchor? It's very metal."

She giggled happily and cupped my face with her prosthetic arm.

"What can I say, I'm a very metal girl~"

I ran my hand up her arm as our fingers intertwined.

"I still don't get why you won't just regrow your arm. You're a god now, you know? And if you want it for functionality, I can make you a new one." I rubbed her prosthetic arm.

"No. It's the one you gave me." She kissed my hand, "It's far more important to me than a regular arm. But if you really don't like it...."

"If you say it like that, how can I protest it?" I smiled ear from ear, warm and fuzzy.

"What are you going to do with her?"

She asked, gesturing to Zelda.

"I don't know.... Since she likes to just stand and watch atrocities happens, I was thinking.... " I swiped my hand, turning her skin to stone as a pedestal rose below her from the ground, turning her into a statue.

"Huhn? How's that? Now she can forever just stand and watch from the sidelines as I destroy her beloved library."

"If you're fine with it, so am I. I'd have just killed her and been done with it." Offee leaned into me.

"Hmph. You have no taste for art!" I said playfully.

"I can draw better than you." She pointed out.

I raised a finger to object but ....yeah. She was right. She wasn't particularly good at drawing, I just sucked at it.

There's a reason I use A.I. for developing blueprints.

"Point taken." I laughed, "Let's go finish up with this mission. Then we can have an after party!"

"Sounds fun." Offee nodded, turning to a cortodor some ways from us. "Doesn't it, Quentin?"

I followed her gaze as I heard him scampering.

"I was wondering what he was doing here, wondering how they knew so much about me...." I apported him over, grabbing him by the neck, as he clawed helplessly at my grip.

"And this option did cross my mind. I didn't want believe it. Trust me Q, I didn't. That's why it hurts me. I thought we were friends, Q. I didn't want to believe that you'd betray me like this. And for what?!" I could feel a rage bubbling inside.

This traitorous cunt!

"I-i-i, let me explai-" He stumbled over his words, shuddering in fear, gasping for breath.

"No. Let me guess." I sewed his mouth shut, "You wanted help in finding Julia and you were too chicken shit to ask me for it. Truly, your simpage knows no bounds." I threw him to the floor, leveling a disgusted glare at him.

"When will you realize who your friends are? When will you realize where your loyalties should lie? How long will you continue to worship the fucking ground Julia walks on? She won't give you the love you want! Ever!" I snapped at him, "She will literally fuck everyone but you. But you just won't stop simping. Tell me Quentin, what did Alice have to say about you doing this? About running off to save the girl who betrayed us all? I don't believe she'd be okay with you just running off."

Quentin looked away at the mention of Alice, a guilty look in his eyes.

"She doesn't know, does she? Why else would she-" I checked the surveillance logs of the cottage, and found why.

"You broke up with her? The one girl who truly loved you. And you broke up with her. And I thought I handled Ahsoka poorly. You're just a special kind of stupid aren't you, Q?" I looked down at him and he tried to say something, but his mouth was still sewn shut.

"Pathetic. Just Pathetic." I gave him a look reserved for cockroaches and earthworms, vermin, and now, him.

"I know just how to punish you though." I grabbed him, and with a thought put him to sleep.

"Offee?" I extended her a hand, "Let's go."

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