A Solitary God In A Dark Multiverse 35 Schemes And Payoffs

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The metallic smell of blood filled the forest air. The source of that scent decorated the path that my undead companions and my new ogress friends found ourselves on. The blood was quite pretty, adding a much-needed splash of color to the gra.s.sy floor and I didn't mind the smell.

Okig laid in a b.l.o.o.d.y heap, an ecstatic smile plastering her now somewhat lumpy and heavily bruised face. The ogress was still under my control, which was why she hadn't tried to use her skills in her defense. Her head was cradled in my lap, and I was emitting healing rays of magical energy into her, to tend to the often brutal wounds she had endured.

Iret found herself glaring at Okig and I. I could tell she was mad, probably at me as well, but I also wasn't overly concerned about it. I had kept my end of the bargain, and allowed Iret to give Okig what the younger, taller ogress felt her tormentor was owed. And now I was tending to Okig's wounds. I wasn't about to have to reanimate the ogress this early on.

I used all ten of my fingers to search for and then undo wounds the warrior had suffered while she endured my other companion's rage. Gentle beams of healing light escaped my fingers and seeped into the ogress, causing her to softly sigh in delight and occasionally, boldly, try to touch my fingers. Whenever she tried that I shot her an annoyed glare.

After listening to her for a few moments I realized that her voice, at the moments she sighed at least, wasn't that of a battle-hardened warrior. It was that of someone who felt something profound, and in her case, something deeply sinful. It made me chuckle. I wasn't the only one amused by it either.

[So your first wors.h.i.+pers are a pair of undead animals and a single, l.u.s.t-struck ogress. You truly are a G.o.d of chaos.] The system muttered, almost complaining into my mind. It brought a smile to my face to hear it almost, but not quite complain.

We laid like that for a few minutes, until I tracked down and healed the last wound. This was, of course, unnecessary. I could have easily instantly healed the ogress, but I decided to do it this way to appear kinder than I actually was.

The fact that it let me touch her was a not unpleasant part of this as well. I enjoyed the physical contact and the sensation of healing her. To someone unfamiliar with me and unaware of the extent of my powers it probably looked like I was playing doctor with the ogress.

That said, once she was healed I only allowed her to cradle her head in my lap a bit longer. Less than a minute after healing the final wound, I got her head out of my lap. I still had other things to do today, and I wasn't about to stop doing them just to play with an ogress. As she got off of me and climbed to her feet, I also began to stand and motioned for Iret to join us. The ogress began to stride towards me.

I sent out a single, powerful message to my undead companions. It was a single word, spoke mightily, through the connection that tethered our minds together. "Come."


The undead didn't disobey me. and soon I was facing my five allies. They stood in a line, one member of the pair of ogresses on each end of the line. The mindless zombie deer stood in the middle of the line and stared in my direction, blankly. I studied the group for a second and lost myself in my own thoughts.

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"It'd be nice to have minions who know the truth..." I mused. My whole life, a whole three days, no mortals, but especially no goblins or humans, knew the truth about me. All of my interactions with mortals were built on lies.

Even my interactions with creatures like Mawby and Troik, two of the simpler and more childish creatures I had met to date, were built on lies. Mawby only knew me as Cosecha, and Troik only knew me as Althos, even though he knew of Cosecha.

The ogresses in front of me, one of them a partially mind-broken warrior, and the other a violent and sweaty berserker, only knew of me as Althos. They knew me as Althos, the G.o.d, but they were still being left out. It was a lie by omission.

There was a part of me that didn't mind that. Actually, if I allowed myself a moment of introspection I found that that idea didn't really bother me. The problem was that I didn't know how much of that was influenced by the quiet presence of things like domains, subdomains, and t.i.tles. Knowing that such things were real and had an influence on me made me want to be careful and introspective.

"I wonder how telling the truth might affect me..." I muttered, in the confines of my mind. In moments like this time seemed to slow to an almost painful crawl. I was aware that in the time I had spent thinking my servants were looking at me, expectantly, but I also knew, from experience, that what felt like a lengthy conversation in my mind was actually just a few moments to them.

"I'm just postponing the inevitable, aren't I? I know what I want to do. I want to tell them the truth." I told myself, aware that the whole reason I felt the need to think about this was that I wanted to be honest. I had an inclination to honesty, even if it was one I had a funny way of showing.

I closed my eyes and felt certainty wash over me. If there was something to be said about honesty it was that it being honest made me feel good. And then I opened them again, grinning at my gathered followers.

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When I refocused I gave my servants a thoughtful look. It was a contemplative stare, and it lasted for five seconds. And then I began to speak.

"Someone ought to know the truth, and I guess it makes sense that it's the five of you. Or rather... the four of you." I told them, before noting the mindless nature of the first of my two undead stags.

The two ogresses looked at me in confusion but were silent as they awaited an explanation for my remarks. I didn't keep them waiting for very long.

"I am a G.o.d. I am also... well I suppose the best word for it would be a trickster. My name, my real name, is Althos. You all know that." I muttered, beginning by rea.s.suring the ogresses that they knew the truth. I knew my undead creatures didn't care one way or another so I didn't aim that remark at them.

"But you see there's a village of goblins, wherein only one of them knows Althos, and not as a G.o.d, but a few of them know of something called 'Cosecha'." I told my little posse. The ogresses' eyes went wide as they began to mentally speculate about what I was telling them.

"I am... a newborn G.o.d. I am still learning about my powers, and so I created 'Cosecha' as a cover that allows me to use a few of my abilities in the form of a mysterious spirit, while also interacting with goblins and with humans in this fake form." I told the creatures who I had transformed into wors.h.i.+ppers or servants. I gestured to myself when I said the words 'fake form'.

This caused Iret to look at me in alarm. She spoke out before the caution needed to not speak up in such a rude manner could stop her. "But wait, then what is your true form?" She asked, her eyes filled with curiosity. I chuckled at her and then gave the question a few moments to marinate in the forest air.

"I suppose I don't really possess one. I came into being possessing this form," I explained, gesturing to myself in my all too human guise, before continuing to speak. "But I don't really feel any attachment to it. When I think of myself I don't think of this form." I informed the inquisitive ogress.

She looked at me carefully. Her eyes were sizing me up, and it made me laugh, but I did so internally. I didn't feel like upsetting her right now.

"So... can you make a true form?" She asked, after a few seconds of carefully scrutinizing me. At this remark, I feigned scrutinizing her back for a few moments. She flinched at the intensity of my stare and took a step back out of an instinctual fear for my eerie powers. But then I began to think about her words. And I found that they actually posed a good question.

"No." I told the ogress. Both Iret and Okig looked at me in shock when I gave the younger and more inquisitive of the pair a single word response, especially one which was negative. I told the ogress "No" because it was the truth. Or at least it was what was most likely to be true.

The source of my shapes.h.i.+fting abilities was an inborn trait I possessed called "Shapeless One". I was young and didn't possess a considerable amount of knowledge, but my knowledge of the world grew every hour and I had a sharp mind. I was able to infer, using a combination of etymology and

logic that I didn't possess a true form.

I studied the ogresses while I considered how to follow up and expand on what I had just told them. But after a few seconds of trying to come up with an excuse for my statement, I realized I was getting away from the overall point of this talk. The truth. I took a deep breath and then began to just tell them the truth.

"I am a G.o.d. G.o.ds come into being possessing innate traits. One of mine is that I don't have a true form. In exchange for a true form, I can shapes.h.i.+ft." I told the ogresses. I allowed myself a moment to look at my first servants, or at least my first servants who acknowledged that they were my first servants since I still had influence over the swarms of ants under the surface of the forest.

My undead minions weren't particularly interested in all of this. They stood perfectly still, looking like eerie taxidermied dolls. It endeared me to them because they didn't try to have me answer annoying questions.

"Now, it's time we refocus on the matter at hand. You are now my servants. Now and forever." I declared, stating the reality of their situation as I understood it. And I spoke authoritatively, allowing neither of them to challenge me.

"I seek more servants. And I have begun making inroads to gain more. Today I begin to enact more concrete steps, more public ones to achieve that goal." I announced, smiling arrogantly at the two women who I had made into my servants.

"I plan to offer the nearby goblin tribe some food. Not just cute little apples like these ones," I whispered, speaking loudly enough to be heard but also lowering my voice, as I created an apple and infused the thing with corruptive energies. I then tossed the thing to Okig, who caught it and bit into it without hesitation. I smiled at her.

"But actual food. Like that guy right there." I said as I began to point at my zombified stag. My skeletal stag reacted to this news, since its flesh was on the admittedly grisly menu as well, straightening itself out to stand majestically and draw attention its way. I chuckled at its display, aware that the thing was proud of the role it was to play in my schemes.

"I can do a number of things with undead creatures, as a G.o.d of undeath." I told my followers, lying to them about the extent of my power. That said, it wasn't a lie that would remain one for long.

"One of the things I can do is reanimate a corpse, and then snuff out the spark that animates it." I told my gathered followers, as I reached out a hand towards the zombified deer and proved my power.

I closed my eyes and focused on the unholy outline of the deer that appeared in my eager not-so-mini-map. I envisioned the loosely animated, barely and only technically reanimated corpse falling to the ground, inert once again.

And as I did that, I reached out with my mind and made mental contact with my dumbest servant. I explored the framework of its mind, an empty and disturbingly hollow place, before touching the spark I bestowed upon it when I reanimated it. And then I ripped out that spark. I felt the spark of baleful energy attempt to burn, insofar as such a thing could burn, my mental hand but ignored it.

The zombie's eyes darkened and the thing stiffened. The monster then fell forward, collapsing like a puppet whose strings had just been cut. I grinned at the display, and at the shocked gasps from both of my living wors.h.i.+pers.

The frightening display of necromantic power delighted me, and also inspired the faintest outlines of a scheme. It was somewhat annoying to feel only the faintest outlines, the quietest whispers, of a scheme, tease my mind, but that was the case with whatever plot was being forged in the recesses of my brain. That said, I held onto the tiny fragments and whispers of a scheme that lingered in my mind, and refocused on the scene before me.

My undead minions, the intelligent ones, turned to regard the truly dead corpse of their companion with unsurprising coldness. I could almost sense the hateful arrogance rolling off of them, as if they were basking in a sense of superiority. I let them stare emptily at their companion for a few moments before I silently cast "Create Undead" on the corpse again, and reanimated it as a zombie once more.

The thing began to rise to its feet once more, as I demonstrated the greatness of my necromancy by restoring the stag to my service. It was as silent as ever, and studying it brought a smile to my face. There was something nice about the quiet servitude of the undead creatures I had created. Something pristine.

"And just like I can snuff out undead life, I can bestow it once more." I told the pair of living creatures who had joined me. I spoke of undeath with a casualness that I quite liked. It made me feel older than I was, something useful for me given my actual age.

The ogresses were disgusted by my display and silenced by the terrifyingly casual way I flexed my power but their feelings didn't particularly matter to me. When they looked at me I saw and felt the fear in their gazes, an emotion which I didn't hate to feel coming from them.

"And I seek to become an even greater G.o.d. So for now, while I enact my schemes, you should just sit back and watch. Watch a G.o.d at work." I told the pair of monstrous humanoids. And with this, I fell silent. I closed my eyes and was grateful for the speedy emergence of the not-so-mini-map. I had things to do and creatures to reanimate, and I didn't want to waste any time.

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When I focused on my not-so-mini-map I felt everything nearby fall of out the forefront of my mind. In the moment the only thing that mattered was advancing my power, on two fronts. The first front was collecting living wors.h.i.+pers. That front was covered already. I had that scheme locked down.

The second front was acquiring undead wors.h.i.+pers. That managed to be both simpler than the engaging efforts I needed to undertake to gain living wors.h.i.+pers, as all I had to do to gain undead wors.h.i.+pers was reanimate them as anything stronger than a zombie, and also harder to do because I had to gather the corpses.

My not-so-mini-map was now the only thing I could see. It was an expansive thing, revealing not just more of the world around me but also the location of countless corpses. I took a second to filter my tremorsense power's map and focus on the corpses. I wanted to study them in detail.

I watched as countless outlines were suddenly greyed out, losing their color and focus in the same instant. Despite the fact that tens of thousands of outlines immediately lost their focus, a clear majority of the outlines remained visible to me. This hinted that the dead far outnumbered the living, which made sense since the living would eventually die and join the dead.

I ran my mental eyes over the countless corpses that were suddenly brightly visible in my mind. Something which annoyed me was that many of the best corpses were deep underground, kilometers under the surface. I mentally eyed the names of the types of creatures whose corpses were hidden deep underground with rapt fascination.

Some of the species names were interesting to me on a purely etymological sense. Names like "Gugs" and "Fire giants" were visible underneath the names the creatures had in life. It was a delightful, and amusing read.

Some of the names were intriguing to me in a more functional manner. I could see names like "Black Widow Spider" and a creature whose serpentine corpse was sprawled on an underground sh.o.r.eline adjoining a subterranean lake "Sea Serpent", which attracted my curiosity.

I was sitting in front of a veritable buffet of creatures to reanimate and make into my servants. And it was while I was examining my mental map that the scheme that danced around the edges of my mind finally came into focus.

My power as a G.o.d of the earth at my feet was an incredible and terrifying match for my powers over undeath. My tremorsense gave me an awareness of every corpse for countless miles around me.

That same awareness was expanding, like roots from a wicked tree. It was burrowing deeper into the world underneath me, and also stretching out further into the world that surrounded me. And I possessed a rangeless power that allowed me to manipulate and control soil and stone.

"What if I wrap one of the corpses in soil and pull it to me?" I mentally asked myself. I was still for a second as I considered if that was a scheme truly worth trying. It was the only way I could actually reanimate some of the corpses with interesting species names. After a few moments of hesitation, I decided to try it on a corpse that wasn't buried underground, just to experiment with it.

I locked my mental view on the corpse of the satyr, the strange fae creature I had originally set my eyes on reanimating. I could clearly see the darkened pond the strange, half-beast creature's corpse was left to rot besides. It was a beautiful, but darkly so place inhabited by a strange monster named a rusalka, who I a.s.sumed was the cause of death of the satyr.

I envisioned the satyr being wrapped snuggly in a gentle blanket of dirt. An instant later such a blanket covered the goat-man's corpse. And then I willed the blanket to come to me. I willed it to come quickly, but I didn't order it to dash here. And then I began to wait.

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It took the corpse just a minute to arrive to where I was. And to my delight, the corpse arrived relatively unharmed and not needing my medical services.

I was alerted to the delivery of my prize not just by my supernatural knowledge of it, but also by the sounds of shocked gasps from the ogresses when they saw a still, pale hybrid corpse coming to me via a blanket of dirt. This caused me to open my eyes and grin.

"There it is! My newest companion." I told the ogresses. My two intelligent undead turned to gaze at the creature who'd soon join their ranks as my undead servitors. Their eyes, or eye-sockets in the case of the skeletal stag, studied the creature with surprising, silent interest and intensity.

I wasn't sure if it was my words or the fact that I had brought a corpse to two ghouls that made the pair of creatures interested in the corpse. The creature was fat, s.h.i.+rtless with an immense belly. He had pale skin, due to the effects of death on the body, and had thin arms.

The creature wore fur trousers, an interesting fas.h.i.+on choice since I could see a bit of its legs, due to holes in said trousers, and noticed that they were quite furry themselves.

I studied the creature and noticed that its dying expression was one which promised me that there'd be a story to its death: there was a satisfied smile on the future ghoul's face. I chuckled and pointed a hand over the thing's body.

I silently cast my "Create Undead" spell and watched an eerie beam of ebon energy shoot out of my open palm and infuse the creature. I informed the system before it even asked that I wanted to raise the satyr as a ghoul, and watched as the creature's eyes shot open.

The eyes danced around my newest companion's eye sockets, taking in every detail with manic energy I hadn't seen in my other ghoul. They were milky, startlingly white orbs that only settled when they saw me, standing over the creature.

"h.e.l.lo there. I am Althos." I told the creature, introducing myself with a confident smile. The satyr grinned at me, revealing an imperfect, hole-filled grin. But in the gaps between the teeth of the thing, small, white nubs began to appear. I watched as they speedily filled the creature's maw, expanding in a manner not unlike how my mini-map was expanding: aggressively.

"I know." Replied the satyr, its voice was gruff, and raspier than I had expected such a creature's voice would be. Knowing that my powers would successfully allow me to bring corpses my way, I felt a quiet inner peace fall over me. I closed my eyes and looked at my mini-map once more.

I had a truly impressive tapestry of creatures to choose from. I sighed audibly, my minions and wors.h.i.+pers all looking at me curiously since I had spent a lot of time with my eyes closed.

"I'm just... bringing new servants and wors.h.i.+pers to me." I informed them, feeling truly and incredibly powerful as I took advantage of the unique synergy between my powers that allowed me to abuse them.

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"I just need six more." I reminded myself, well aware that I was minutes away from acquiring the first tier of influence over the subdomain of necromancy. If I could salivate, I knew I'd be doing that at this moment.

It didn't take me long to select the creatures I'd reanimate. I reached out with my mind and selected six corpses after a minute of careful contemplation.

The three most regular corpses I selected were a she-wolf's corpse from another part of the forest, the corpse of a fusion between a ma.s.sive spider, and a humanoid called a drider found underground, and a corpse of a member of a race of ma.s.sive, weirdly bodied giants known as the "gugs".

The other three corpses I selected were definitely odder. One of them was the corpse of a ma.s.sive creature known as a grave giant. Her body was surrounded by the corpses of others of its kind, each of which were covered in b.l.o.o.d.y and horrid wounds. This corpse was perhaps the most exciting to me, given the name of her species.

Another of them belonged to a diminutive creature known as a "fungal folk" who was a fusion between a man and a mushroom. I found it alone, a small hole in its chest, surrounded by other, less humanoid fungi

The final corpse belonged to a creature named a "medusa". I selected that one because I recalled it being mentioned when my earthen powers were unlocked. The corpse that swiftly began to make its way to me from a bizarre and uninhabited mountain settlement, many miles away was that of a snake-headed and reptilian looking humanoid.

It only took ten minutes for the last of the corpses to arrive. None of them had been dead for longer than a day, which was one of the reasons why I selected them as opposed to other corpses. They were placed in a wide circle around me and my party by the earthen platforms that brought them to me.

I smiled and began to speak. "And with this... I grow in power." I told my gathered followers. And then I focused on the buffet of creatures to reanimate in front of me.

I began to resurrect each of the creatures that surrounded me, and when I gave the last of the creatures, the mighty and large grave giant the unholy gift of unlife, I wasn't surprised to receive a beautiful notification.

[Alert: You have completed the quest asked of you by the subdomain of necromancy to acquire the first tier of influence over it. Congratulations!] The notification read, before vanis.h.i.+ng and being replaced by a message from the system.

[We suppose it makes sense that you'd so swiftly catch onto the ease of the quest offered by the subdomain of necromancy. That said, congratulations! You've earned a heck of a prize just now. And you're almost at the halfway mark for being freed from the rigors of the tutorial since you've acquired nine wors.h.i.+pers.] The system told me, interrupting the normal notification. I could hear happiness in its voice.

[That said... acquiring living wors.h.i.+pers is harder. But, with the new powers at your disposal, courtesy of the subdomain of necromancy, who knows? You've also just hit the fifth level of the necromancer cla.s.s. There are some fun surprises with that too. You'll enjoy them, little one.] The system told me, chuckling weirdly at the end of its statement.

A heartbeat later the message was gone and replaced by the usual alert. The one that notified me of what powers I had just gained. And boy, they were something else. I began to laugh as I read them, delighted to have acquired these new powers.


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