Rise Of The Godking 69 End End

He even remembered the feeling as one that was similar to what he had felt inside that room they had prayed in before leaving on their disastrous mission. But with chaos all around him, it was all he could to keep his footing and keep heading to his destination.

He could hear alarming echoes from everywhere, but the dust that filled the air was making it hard to even understand where he was. The steward had led him to a room that ended with a dead end, so it stood to reason that he had reached the end of the city, but as he tried to find his way to the library, something or the other kept coming in his way.

Dwarves were running, everywhere. Many were the servants whom Daneel had glimpsed momentarily the last time he was here, and some were the soldiers that had returned from the surface. No matter who it was, their faces were wrought with the urge to survive, and they had no time for him as their minds were filled with the primeval instinct to keep running until they were safe.

He didn't blame them, but he just wished that they would stop for a moment. He was still reeling from the decision he had taken; he had chosen death, which might result in anyone who heard of his tale thinking that he was the dumbest person alive…but the simple truth was that if he hadn't made it, he would have died soon, anyway, but with regret instead of satisfaction.

His life was tied to all those who had believed in him, and all he wanted to do was return to them, and strive for a way to save at least a few. Of course, if there was a way to save himself in the process, too, he would be happy, but this seemed to be a farfetched hope.

'I think I'll settle for killing a few…no, a ton of those arrogant f.u.c.ks before I die…'

It was both a problem and a consolation that he hadn't found the intruders, yet. He wanted to get to the children to protect them…but if he didn't know where the master and his men were, how could he plan to do anything against them?

'SQUELCH!'

Amidst all the thunderous sounds that filled the city, a particular noise made him look down. The air was so murky that he had to bend to see the source…but when he found it, a small smile came to his lips, and he knew where he was.

'The creepers! I know where to go, now!'

He went to the next cavern, then took a left, and after three more turns, he was at the cavern preceding the library.

The children could be heard beyond, shouting for their father, for him, for the steward, for anyone who could tell them what was going on. The dust cleared for a moment due to an updraft from somewhere nearby, and in that instant, he noticed that the doorway to the library was empty…but was quickly being approached by a team of enforcers dressed in white, with brutal grins stretching their moist lips.

'No! They can't get to them! They���re the private enforcers of the master…so they'll show no mercy! I have to do something!'

The cogs in his mind turned, and his eyes scanned everything around him, looking for something, anything he could use.

The idea came to him just as the enforcers were about to enter the doorway. Sending a quick message to the system, he walked forward with a firm stride as if he owned the place and bellowed, "STOP RIGHT THERE!"

The enforcers froze, then turned around, ready for a fight. But when they came face to face with one of their overbears…they gulped and stared, confused, and bewildered.

"Father has called for you! Go to the entrance point!"

Barking the orders, Daneel ran away into the swirling dust nearby. He ducked to the side as soon as he was sure that he couldn't be seen. As he waited and listened, he heard low mutters, then the sound of shuffling feet which meant that his plan had worked.

'That t.u.r.d of an ex-brother's face came in handy, after all…and here I thought he would never amount to anything in his life.'

With a vague idea about what he was supposed to do, he set off in the direction of the soldiers, pausing only for a moment on the way to tell the children to stay put. They didn't like it, but they listened…and he had to bite his own lip to stop himself from letting his face fall and expose the fact that this might be the last time he would see them, ever.

But for as long as he drew breath, he was determined to do something for this family of his. He found many crystals on the way that he used to transform into different people, and by commanding the enforcers to caverns that were about to collapse, he caused the deaths of quite a few men and women who had been about to satiate their l.u.s.t for inflicting agony.

He did what he could, but there were simply too many. The city was swarming with them; there were simply too many to handle, and finally, he messed up.

He had been using the face of a captain whom he had seen in his memories of the surface, but he had unluckily come upon a squad with the same man in charge. He tried to run, but he was overpowered…and as he felt himself be dragged in the direction of the throne room, he knew what was going to happen.

At this moment before the end, he delved within himself to see if there were any regrets about what he had done. 

He hadn't been able to accomplish much. But all he found…was contentment.

Yet, the closer he got to the master, the more he saw that there was a regret, after all.

He didn't want to die. He didn't want the dwarves to die, or the innocent slaves who would be punished, or the residents of the Refinery who would be pulled into this, too.

"Ah…look who's here!"

A voice b.u.t.ted into his musings, and he was thrown forward by those holding him…to the feet of someone sitting on a throne.

Harrold had even changed before coming to the dwarf city. He was wearing a rich green velvet suit, complete with a walking stick and matching pipe on which he was puffing happily while surveying the pain all around him.

Daneel snapped his head up and looked around. To his right, the dwarf king was being cut into mercilessly, as if he was a pig up for slaughter. The enforcers were only making shallow gashes, but the way the man winced powerlessly was painful to watch.

Lord Burrow and Jezara were being kicked to his left, both futilely trying to resist, but failing repeatedly as they were outnumbered five to one, and injured, to boot.

Madeira was being groped by a group of men, all intent on stripping her as quickly as possible. The man from the Courtyard was being punished with his own sword; they had cut off three of his fingers, and they were going to get to the rest.

Before Daneel could see anything else, he felt a hand tighten around his threat, before he was lifted into the air. The crimson-clothed man had returned with a vengeance, and it looked like he was in no mood for games, this time.

"All right, just end it. I did call him 'son', once…so I'll just bury him and forget those memories. But do make it a bit painful. No need to grant an easy death, after all. And as for all these dwarves…oh, it's going to have fun!"

With a nod, the tall man flung Daneel aside, where a team of enforcers was already waiting. They began to lay into him with their clubs, batons, or even just their hands and legs, and each blow made him shake with pain, until he had no option but to curl up into a ball.

They didn't let up, of course. They targeted his spine, kicking until he was forced to arch it, then targeting his face and stomach until he had to show his back, again. They laughed gleefully as they went about their work, each one even whooping when they were able to land a blow on a vital organ.

It seemed to go on for a long time, but in reality, it was only for a few minutes. The more pain he felt, the stronger the regret grew…until it was the only thing on his mind.

"Stop."

A command from the crimson man made them step back. The agony was nothing he had ever felt before. It was so bad that he swam in and out of consciousness, both options equally terrifying because one signaled his journey to death, and the other promised all that pain that wouldn't go away.

"I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die…"

He kept muttering it under his breath even though he knew it was futile. He felt like a kid who had made all the wrong decisions in life, but hoped that it would still be merciful to him, where in reality, life was just waiting around the corner to show him its true colors.

In the face of it all, though…not once did he find himself wis.h.i.+ng he had stepped into that formation. Not once did he waver from that step he had taken, so he was proud of himself…but pride seemed like a pitiful thing when he was raised by his throat again, dangled in the air to act as a lesson to all those who had trusted him.

This time, the crimson man would not relent. This time, he would not stop. This time, he would squeeze the life out of Daneel…and as the air was slowly cut off from him, he felt an unquenchable rage fill his body.

Suddenly, he felt that all of it wasn't right. Suddenly, he could see himself standing supreme amongst foes incomparably strong, revered by millions, loved by many who would give their life for him in a heart beat.

The anger spread throughout his body. He raged against the injustice of it all. He raged against life, against reality, against the world.

The rage burned so red hot that he was able to draw an ounce of strength and bend forward to bite the crimson man's hand. He was dropped to the floor, but with a snarl, the man raised his leg to deliver a kick that would surely send him to the beyond.

Daneel saw it coming. The fury that bubbled inside him felt so potent that he was sure it should be able to burn anything in his vision to ashes. For a moment, he willed this exact thing to happen, with all his being. He willed for this world he had chosen to give his life to to respond to his plea, and rain down righteous justice. He willed for a miracle, for a sign, for a divine portent that would tell him that he was justified, that would set the world into the way he felt it should be.

He willed the crimson man to burn.

His heart thumped in his chest.

The light inside the crystal formation pulsed…

…and the Will of Graiton responded.

The crimson man burst into flames, his sudden screams making those in the throne room freeze and stare.

Daneel was bathed in the s.h.i.+fting light of the flames, just as stunned as the others. But then, the system spoke in his mind, and somewhere deep inside him…a sh.e.l.l broke, and a deluge of images, sounds and sensations flooded into his mind.

[Connection established with Will of Graiton. 

Status: Weak, due to Energy loss.

Unlock conditions have been met.

Host's memory was locked to prevent detection by Will of the Mainland.

Memories could only be unlocked by finding host's self(character/personality), which acts as the thread to normalise host's existence on the Mainland. Cognition module selected host's location of transmigration on the basis of conditions required to facilitate the crucial moment of choice/self-discovery. Because host was able to stay true to host's self when being observed by Will of the Mainland, any foreign memories can now be hidden using this facade, which has been perfected over time by system.

Unlocking full capabilities of system.

World Domination System welcomes the return of the true World Dominator, the G.o.dking of Angaria, Daneel Anivron.]

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