Part 13: Path of the Damnation Part 2

Path of the Damnation Part 2
Easy Quest
Requirement: Must have completed Path of Damnation.
Reward: 1,000 zeni and +15 Villain Points
One murder...errrr, test is done! This one is a bit harder. This test is designed to prove how diabolical you can be. Can you be diabolical? Or are you at your limit.

Ian had gained the approval of his cell mates. He was a god among them. Everyone ate their fill it seemed. He had achieved god hood. They worshiped him. He had been plotting another plan, and he needed their appreciation and support. Most of them were demons. When one kills a demon, they gain their power as the demon's power must move to someone. Though that doesn't happen in the mortal realm, only in the underworld, or so he thought anyway.

Killing one would bring fear into them. If he started to slaughter them all, he'd have anarchy, or worst, an uprising. He had to plan carefully. Maybe get a group of them together to do it. He could get a few that were weaker than him and together they could work to start killing them. Then he could turn on them all. Maybe he could even plant thoughts in their heads and have them kill one another and him finish of the last one.

No, he knew what he could do. Those in here have been in here for ages. From what he understood, he was the latest one for over a thousand years. People were bad, but not usually bad enough to be put in here. Which only told Ian that he was here because of him killing Korig and Liora.

Angka cowed in the corner. He had been in the cell of a little over two thousand years. Thrown in by his mistress Liora when he devoured her playmate on Earth. She said it would only be about two hundred years, but he figured she forgot about him, as she would be prone to do. From what he had heard, she usually killed her servants. So, he counted himself lucky that he was trapped here. Though maybe not quite so lucky as he was kicked and beaten. He had gone months without eating until recently, thanks to Ian.

There were others like him, thankful for what he had done, but a bit leery. Eventually others would rise up against him. Oric took over Zin's position as Izon had over Oric's. Zin only held his for two hundred years when he had taken it over from Xira. She held it the longest. From what he learned, for about three thousand years. Zin was called a god for doing it as it was three thousand years of hell and torment. Angka knew, he went through some of it.

Kings rise and Kings fall. Izon would be another one. Oric had been humiliated and normally he would've died, but this Izon kept him alive. A dangerous move. He had heard of Izon, and even saw images on the ceiling of Liora's room. He doubted he was the real Izon. He wouldn't be in here if he was. Hell would be a completely different place. Hell would be down right vial.

Rage began to build up as he saw a couple cuddle. He wasn't sure why. It was common for two cell mates to get together. Even he had a few flings with other mates. This though was infuriating him. It was a demon, one of his betters, and some alien girl that had destroyed an entire planet. Her home while testing a disease. The disease survived space and destroyed many civilizations. Some trillion people died under her. She was kind of attractive, but that wasn't what was angering him. He just simply had the desire to rip out the other demon's throat.

The rage was uncontrollable. He jumped forward, his razor sharp teeth digging into the skull of the other. His jaws locked and he swallowed the bone and all. Ian watched from the shadows grinning. The woman next to him, Sawish looked on in horror. He himself didn't know her story but it pleased him. She was beautiful and knew he had to take her with him.

Angka was changing before his eyes. His muscles grew larger, as did his entire body. He was no longer the pathetic imp. He was morphing into a demon. He still had a bit to go, even Ian wasn't completely a demon, although he technically was. He had two demon souls.

Ian watched as Angka relaxed and looked at what he had done. The cuffs may have suppressed his power, but not his mind. "Angka, come."

Angka turned and looked at the one named Izon. What the hell had he just done? He killed another demon, and he felt powerful for it. "Izon, what happened? I felt anger, then I killed him."

Ian nodded. "I gave you that anger. I wanted you to become stronger so you didn't have to get pushed around. Now you have his power." He looked at Sawish who was shaking in fear and covered in the black blood of the demon. "Come."

Sawish looked up at him and saw a comforting smile. This was the man who had unbalanced the power here. She was a creature to be feared as she was always with the best. Now she felt weak in comparison. But if she didn't want to have happen to her that had happened to the demon she was with, she'd have to follow him. At least for now.

She stood up and walked over to him and bowed. "My lord. What is it you seek?"

Ian looked her over and liked what he saw. But those desires had to be put off. He had to see the rest of his plan through. Soon another demon by the name of Huo unleashed himself and took a chunk out of Griph. He grew in size and power.

Between Griph and Angka, they had brought Oric to him. He had found a nice comfy spot in a corner and hand managed to gather up some pillows and blankets and created a kind of throne with Sawish in his arms. Oric was injured but not dead. This made him easy prey for a human. And with his power, he'd make sure Angka and Griph couldn't over throw him. And soon he'd have more power.

He grabbed a sharp rock, the same one he used to remove the head of his first victim and sent it down through the top of Oric's skull. Blood flowed out, soaking his hand and arm. He felt the power course through him as he watched the body collapse. Sawish ran her arms over his and spread the blood all over him. She was drawn to power and he had proven he had it. She would make sure no matter what she had to do, he would take her with him where ever he went. And she suspected he was planning to leave here.

More demons fell at his hand or the hand of others. He had an army of twelve warriors before him. One was a Saiyan, or was a Saiyan. Iric was what he called himself and Ian knew he was going to be a dangerous one. He was powerful, though he knew little to nothing about him. A dangerous foe, or a valued ally. He'd make sure Iric would remain on his side.

There were very few people left in the cell. Only his group of fourteen and then another thirty that weren't demons, and therefore worthless to him. The fewer he had out of here the better. Sawish was the only woman he needed as he rarely ever needed one. But since leaving Liora's side, he hasn't had a release. Even then, it rarely happened around her.

He still had to reduce his numbers. He sent a message to Angka who had gotten a bit bigger since he killed. Bring me Belenda, Voric, Yendra. You and Iric can take out Yezda, Uri, and Weren. He passed on the same message to Iric and watched as they massacred the three he gave ok to kill and injured the others. Ian leaned forward, "I'm very sorry, but I need a smaller group. Please forgive me."

With each kill he had done over the past few days he had more control over shape shifting. The cuffs were weakening. He got his claws out and tore their heads off, watching their bodies twitch as he laid back, reverting back to human form.

"Why do you stay in human form master?" Argka was curious as he figured he was there to throw people off, but he didn't need to anymore.

Ian shrugged. "Easier to get around. Allows me to think more." He knew Argka would have to die eventually, but not right now. He needed him and until he learns the truth, he would be a valued ally. The three remaining were valued allies. They had shown the most loyalty and he knew they'd stick with him, at least for awhile. Though iric was still a wild card. At least he did as he was told without questions, and even then, Ian was still more powerful than him, at least for now.

It was now time to begin his movement towards getting out of here. The focused his mind and the cuffs shattered on everyone.

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