blairehawthorne

WPF#24 Entry
Aleph Von Erich has been consumed with rage since Firmament, the kingdom above the clouds, exiled him to the barren wasteland called Dead Gardens.
By virtue of the dying god Dominion, Aleph lived to see another day. But only if he acts as Dominion's avatar for vengeance against those who wronged them both. Plagued by pain and betrayal, Aleph will stop at nothing until he has laid waste to Firmament. To aid his revenge, Dominion offers a powerful System that can generate items, examine foreign objects, and monitor his status. But for a hefty compensation:
His soul.
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Schedule: Daily 
Chapter length: 1000 to 2000
Content Warning: The novel contains detailed gore, horror, drugs, sex, and other extreme themes, implied or otherwise, that are not suitable for younger audiences.

Dead Gardens

<Ah, yes. A name. He does have one. He's General Times. Times Newell Roma. A good man, a loyal servant. There's nothing I could say against him to sully his name, and there's nothing anyone could inform me to lose my trust in him.>


<Yeah, it's even more reassuring when you learned that the man is unafraid of beheading anyone if the order is given.>


'Uhh... That went dark really, really fast. Shouldn't we be concerned about that?'


<What? No, you fucking idiot. A murderer is a menace, yes. But a person murdering FOR YOU? That is a blessing. Anyone who's willing to go the extra mile just to prove their devotion to you is always a plus. It's only a matter of keeping that high level of faith till he reached the end of his life, which is not a hard thing to achieve in the case of General Times. I had seen liars, betrayers, scammers, and frauds; Times is none of those things, and he's nothing but an appreciative and loyal man who would do anything I say without question! ...unlike someone I know!>


'Well, my circumstances are different from that general. I met you in a time of anger; he... I don't know! He's probably indebted to you enough to murder a man.'


'What the fuck are you making that man do, Dominion?'


<Hey! In my defense, I only made him do it thrice, and that was before his thirties!>


'You're a fucking war criminal, Dominion.'


 'I didn't think you're capable of raising anyone.'


'Hah. You make it sound more special than it really is. The truth is that you neglected your people, and now you're here to clean up the mess.'


<...It's fair of you to say that even if it doesn't bring me joy to accept it. But I didn't second guess my departure from this place because I know I'll leave it in capable hands.>


'But now a war seems to be brewing, and not even a man as spectacular as your son can stop that.'


<Yes. Times is a good man, a very capable leader. But it seems like no man can handle a duty only a god can pull off.>


'So that's the plan then? We just need to somehow meet this Times guy during a very hectic schedule.'


<Precisely. So we need to hurry. Twilight will arrive soon, and we still need to give Miss Gertrude here the healing she requires.>


'Gertrude? You mean this Vyurborne on my back?'


<Yeah... Who else? Aleph, you analyzed this lady earlier; haven't you seen her name?>


'Didn't notice it. I only cared about her stats. Oh, and I guess I also checked if she's still alive. But the rest is too boring for me to care about; some are even downright irrelevant, really. They're mostly unimportant.'


'Yeah. There's no need for me to know about that; it's just unnecessary space in my head. By the way, how did you learn she's a woman? Is that secret feature in your System?'


<No. It's just a simple observation. Vyurborne men have violet-pointed tails while women have no tails at all. You'll also notice a rather small hole between her legs; that's her reproductive organ.>


'You were checking out her hole? That's quite perverted of you, Dominion.'


<Oh, shut up, human trash. Vyurbornes and most other races in Dead Gardens aren't afraid to talk about their genitals and walk about the world naked because they're proud of the magnificence of their bodies.> 


'Doesn't mean you have the right to be checking out an unconscious person's crotch. And hey, give us humans some slack! We need clothes to protect ourselves, you know?'


'Haa... Does this increase in the harshness of your tone also an effect of your strength returning or something?'


<Hmm... I do feel a bit rejuvenated, yes. How did you notice?>


'... I wonder. Well, there's also a bit of grass growing around the trees here, so I was sure this is a sign that we're about to reach Skystead Keep.'


<Ah, you're right. But I gotta say, life around here had died down a bit.>


'So it's much livelier here in your time?'


<Precisely. Vyurs often come around this place to hunt boars and gather fruits. But as you can see... This area looks just like the view we've been seeing for hours now, with just a few panes of grass around the side trees.>


'I'm sure this place would be better again once you returned.'


Left in Capable Hands