Sowhere in the Dinsional Blocks
“Since no one here objects, I officially declare war on all of our current neighbors once again!” Artorius declares as the archfiend’s voice echoes throughout the Council Chamber. Sending a chill down the spines of all the other representatives of their enormous Dinsional Block currently within the chamber.
The Dinsional Council of Dinsional Block #700 has officially declared war on Dinsional Block #671!
Should the Dinsional Champion of one of the two Dinsional Blocks duel and defeat the Dinsional Champion of the other Block, their Dinsional Block will automatically be declared the victor, banning all surviving mbers of the losing Dinsional Block from entering the fused Block ever again.
To end the war without the participation of the Dinsional Champions, a vote must be called upon by both Dinsional Councils where a majority vote of eighty percent of the Authority Holders of both Dinsional Blocks must choose a winner.
All Authority Holders killed during this ti will transfer one vote to the Dinsional Block of the killer.
All Authority Holders who have killed other Authority Holders that are killed will have both their vote and all of the votes they have obtained transferred to the Dinsional Block of the killer.
One notification appears after another as Artorius confirms their declaration of war on nurous Dinsional Blocks back to back and without any hesitation.
Artorius del Argon. The leader of all the fiends from both before and after the Reset. Forr ruler of the Plane of Hell before the Plane was lost with the Reset. And the only existing Class S species of the demonic energy affinity.
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Although so people call the affinity hellfire.
And the reason for that is because of Artorius himself using his demonic energy to burn everything with black and crimson flas. Flas that are known to cause the worst pain out of anything in existence.
Almost like the flas themselves were designed just to cause pain as a primary goal and death as a secondary one.
Artorius is the only one who knows the truth. That he did design them with pain in mind.
He likes pain. Pain is a good thing.
When dealt to others at least.
He can’t feel pain personally. No archfiends can.
His parents couldn’t feel pain no matter how much he tortured them, and he can’t feel pain either.
He wants to feel pain. Pain is a sign of life. But he can’t.
So he made the hellfire magic to cause himself pain.
Magic that didn’t cause any pain.
So day he’ll find sothing that can cause him pain. And with that in mind, he’s been declaring war on every single neighboring Dinsional Block during every single Council. Then claiming the Blocks as his own every ti before having his people take the Block’s over completely.
He lets out a sigh at his current failure to find any pain.
One of the mbers of the council suddenly stands up, making Artorius turn his cold gaze towards them to ask, “What is it?”
“Your Excellency, what should we do if the Quantum Reaper takes issue with our conquest?” one of the fiends on the council asks while trying to keep his voice from trembling.
Artorius taps his throne once. Then twice.
Then he answers, “I will handle it if she does.”
All the fiends in the chamber grow silent at his words. Since not a single one believes their leader is capable of defeating the Quantum Reaper. But they’re also all too afraid of him to say anything about it.
At this point, the archfiend has conquered over forty Dinsional Blocks, rging them all into just a single Block in the process. And he isn’t slowing down in the least.
Ever since they were set free from Hell and let loose in the new Dinsional Blocks created by the System, he has been on an endless conquest.
Attacking every single Dinsional Block they see in the process.
Except for one as they know even their warmongering leader would never attack the Dinsional Block #108. Where the Quantum Reaper lives.
But Artorius thinks differently.
The only thing that matters to him is feeling pain. The conquest is only a secondary matter. One to vent his frustration out on others for his inability to feel.
And the most likely person who can grant him that feeling of pain is the Quantum Reaper.
At the sa ti though, he won’t declare war on her ho.
He just hopes the Quantum Reaper will co to him while he is on his endless conquest.
As soon as the Council eting cos to a close and he returns to his training grounds in his own Dinsional Block, he closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. Then he raises his head and looks up at the blazing sky above the wasteland that is his original Dinsional Block.
Please let feel sothing soon…
Feeling sothing is Artorius’ one and only wish.
He doesn’t care about anything else. Ever since he first read a novel.
That’s all he’s cared about.
Nothing else matters.
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