502. Craftmaw.

After my days here I figured that I made my purpose but prime told me to do as I please in this Doom dimension, I discussed and he told me he will send another Avatar as his main one well, I think so I am well a fragment of a mad god, at least at my current knowledge, I figured I was going to be fused back an easy short existence but hell I am in hell and the strongest of them are like kids hehe I wandered and then had a pop up with the following words: You have been determined compatible with the Ruler of hell, requirements to become a Hell Lord, requirements have been met, do you desire to become the new Hell Lord of Crafting and Gluttony. [Yes][No]

I Craftmaw began laffing maniacally ending pressing [call prime ] and heard a ring and then a click.

Prime:Yes what's the problem, and so you know I already started making the new Avatar...don't tell me you want back in the spotlight.

Craftmaw: So you know Craftmaw likes his new home but Craftmaw gained a choice to become "Hell Lord of Crafting and Gluttony" and I don't know if it will mess with your plans when you need me to become once more part of you, and I don't want to be a problem to resolve some time on in the future, do take care of my problem now so we don't have to become a problem, please.

Prime:You got lucky Craftmaw the thing that is proposed to you is a Law of that world i you accept I will not be capable to take you hole from that dimension well at least if I don't take the dimension with you bit yea you will be sealed there for well forever or until you get demoted, by the way, do you have any ideas I got stuck on the abilities of this new Avatar.

Craftmaw:Figures no power without a trade-off well my weck body does prove the saying even if I am working on that weakness you Designed, Thank you I will take the job offer after I make a soul attachment ao I can just leave the shell off if you need me to re, fuse with you bye do take care of the Lands of Grudall.

Prime: Goodbye have a nice day and don't forget to work smart, not hard.

I finished the call and accepted the Law prompt then I felt my soul shied shell that I already had from the troublesome spirit kin I had to devour for some special magnetic effect the shell l got inscribed and the Law dug deep and deeper until the shell was resembling an egg filled with runes I then felt power enter it and me I absorbed the best of the power while the shell got the rest my inner core now is gluttony and my shell craftsmanship I used the purifying power and took control of the shell ending with my body looking like a big handsome devil I had to sets of markings and demonic energy was oozing out of me I felt my core was unchanged and the shell beautifully ornate we then started building in this hell hole a novel home calmed and my territory my roles so welcome to the nether the Iceland of the craft,s demon Lord of gluttony, I made some sentient minions and sent them to build they were thin and month being eight limbs and bipedal wearing aprons as their normal clothes and dutifully building and harvesting stuff the aprean is a sheard poket space for them to use and gather things easely they were split into to genders the males wich are a bit thicker and musculare as the femeales are thicker in serthen places wile a lot more flexible like a wet nuddle well they made due along with theyr face's being surpisingly gentle other devils tried to mess with them i jaut got sent to me food to go as a cuple of them are serving at my house the four of them are two males and two femeales cute they are and caring unless someone disturbs theyr worck then they get mad and its relly funny wen they are mad juat like a bundle of nudles that will sufoecste you with theyr large brests or thore to shreds by the mucled hands i colled them Nether-Villigers and the Law allowed it as they are bowth creative and glutonus to do more just on my ally and soo days passed.