The Demons were trying to set a foothold in this world's society for thousands of years. In the last two, with the absence of all deities, they finally managed to. Demon summoners, those who pierced the already threadbare fabric of this pocket dinsion and ushered the Demons into this world. Demon cultists, those who flock around summoner and summoned alike, lacking the skill to beco a summoner, and hoping to earn scraps of power. Demon worshipers, those who mistook the Demons for their deities. The three types were horrible but the latter was the most dangerous of them all.
The system, sensibly, offered no help for those who engaged in demon summoning. They gained no Experience, none of their Perks worked on the summoning rituals and bindings, although Attribute values were too intrinsically tied to the person to be blocked from providing aid. There was no such thing as a [Demon Summoner] Class. I sotis think it would be easier to flag them if it was the case. A Demon summoner could be anyone. the [Blacksmith]. The [Court Wizard]. Though they gravitated more toward Magical classes because of the Attributes required to summon strong demons.
The Demon worshipers were the worst because the Demon Lords, divine in nature (they had Divine Cores), could grant power and magic to the worshipers. What the System denied them, their Demon deities supplied. That's why they were so dangerous. It was like having rogue [Priests] who were actively engaged in dooming the world.
Though all of them damned their souls, the worshipers had a shot at not becoming soulstuff-fodder back in the Demon realm. Demon society worked much like a gacorporation that spanned most of the multiverse, and they rewarded loyalty. Also, they didn't offer dental. Or any insurance, for the matter.
When one out of every eight or so people who died in the conflict following the activation of the Mithril Moon were among those three categories, here in the heart of Ackerton, I knew I wouldn't make a dent in the problem.
I spent the next few hours playing a match-3 ga of getting the body, soul, and morals aligned to allow a person to live once more. I told nobody outside my inner circle what my criteria for bringing them back was. When we reached the mark of wo thirds of the people resurrected, I noticed a change. From then on, at each jubilous family that were reunited with their reborn loved ones, another scowled deeper as the infiltrated diabolists noticed their fellows were not coming back.
I marked each of those scowling for later investigation. Not a covert one, not a subtle one. I would only attempt to shield the innocent from the growing paranoia and envy that would surely follow and bring about a slew of false accusations.
Because nothing brightened the day of soone neck-deep in shit than to see their fellows' heads go down.
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I had about ten people left to bring back when Kasumi returned. She handed the empty ring that once held twenty-seven Mithril Moons. They were now all hovering above Ackerton and surroundings, covering an area roughly twice that of the District of Columbia back in mom's howorld.
I ordered the [Guard Captain]. Earns 5% of the Experience its wielder gains (this does not reduce Exp awards) and levels up, gaining new Perks.
> Soul-binds upon pickup.
The [Assassin Princess] smiled underneath her mask, her eyes burning with religious fervor. The Goddess' ssage was clear. If the Master was their father (and the actual father, in her particular case), the Goddess was their mother. She longed to get out of the castle and kill sothing that wasn't pesky nobles.
This was her chance to shine. To be worth of the title of new Death Princess.
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