text: Never let it be said that genocide doesn't resolve all problems.
  
  Still, these are dero you're talking about so you're going to need a greater force than you currently have. You'll also need Kessla to say the password to the dero door.
  
  "Thank you Kessla, not only have you been very helpful, but you've also extended your life by a few moments." You say.
  "Great. How long exactly?"
  "Hrm, at least a few days. I'm going to have to get a sizable invasion force over here since the amount I currently have left from putting an end to your little rebellion probably isn't going to be enough for a dero stronghold."
  "So you're going to wipe them out?"
  "I thought that was obvious when I said I would be amassing an invasion force. In any case, your presence seems to have put Drunni in a better mood, so maybe I'll leave you in his care at least until this dero business is over with."
  "You fucking bitch."
  "Hrm. Well I suppose I couldn't have expected anything wittier than that."
  
  You call to some nearby soldiers to take Kessla away and make the preparations to gather another assault force. You figure you'll have Gikil head the invasion. Give him something important to do.
  
  Now with Dokkrus reunited, (or at least not in open rebellion anymore) you can focus on a more concentrated defense. You still aren't sure what you're going to do about stemming the tide of undead though. The only thing that comes to mind is trying to scour old magic tomes to find potential answers.
  
  You wonder about Francis and if maybe perhaps he is coming up with ideas of how to stop it, but then you shake your head that he's probably fumbling about in the dark more than anyone about this. He was the one that caused this after all, why the hell would he have any idea of how to stop it. He is a child. A child that needs discipline. If only your hands hadn't been tied, you could have whipped him into shape better.
  
  In any case, you get ready to head back to your fortress; you've got a lot of work ahead of you.
  
  Two months pass...
  
  "He's fucking dead?" you exclaim.
  "That is what the latest reports say Mistress. Apparently there was just enough of his face left to identify it as Gikil." Drunni replies.
  "Fuck!"
  
  You throw a nearby vase against the wall in anger.
  
  "That incompetent dumb ass. I should have taken him off the assignment when he didn't get the job done after one month. Are the dero finally destroyed at least?"
  "Erm, no. Apparently they have managed to refortify their gate and have actually been launching their own attacks by making tunnels in the area. The svelk outpost above the dero community is a killing zone and svelk forces have had to retreat outside the old rebel hideout so as not to be completely decimated. Of course this is starting to draw the attention of wandering undead, which are becoming more frequent on the continent."
  
  You shake your head in exasperation. You can't believe things have gotten so horribly fucked up with this simple task. Granted you knew the dero weren't going to be push overs, but you at least figured Gikil would have been able to handle a small enclave of them. And on top of it all he got himself killed in the process.
  
  You're starting to think that you might have to handle this yourself. You can't trust a male to do this job, and even with the magical nullifying rocks, you'd still be able to assist magically. Just would take more energy on your part.
  
  You'd have to levy more soldiers from the svelk communities into helping which won't be popular, but then they're going to bitch about your leadership anyway.
  
  Of course you could just pull back altogether and shore up defenses at the svelk strongholds. The undead are more of an immediate threat and what remains of the dero community probably isn't going to venture too far from where they are. They didn't when Kessla's rebels were there after all and there was more of them then.
  
  > pull back
  As much as you hate to do it, you'd rather not waste any more manpower on the dero. You'll just have to be satisfied with what damage you've done and hope they more or less keep to themselves.
  
  "Just pull everyone out of the area, we don't have the luxury of fucking around with them any more than we've wasted."
  "Very well Mistress...um...I can still keep Kessla right?"
  "Yes, I already gave you permission that you could a month ago. Just make sure she stays your personal fuck slave. She escapes or anything like that and I'll have you both executed."
  "Understood. Thank you Mistress."
  
  Drunni takes his leave. Honestly the only reason why you're letting him keep her is ever since his "reunion" with her he's been a lot more compliant and less argumentative. The more harmony you have the better you can get things accomplished.
  
  And you have a lot to accomplish. Namely going through a library of magical tomes to see if there's anything that can be found to combat all this.
  
  TR 8
  
  You should have wiped out the little bastards, no matter what the cost in manpower would have been.
  
  The sounds of most of your left fortress wall collapsing can be heard as you have to keep your balance from the foundations of your own building begin tilting.
  
  Not only have the dero managed to sneakily dig under your fortress an undermine its foundations, but to make matters worse they funneled a large number of undead into the tunnel so not only do you have undead pouring in from the outside due to collapsing walls, but they're literally popping up from underneath you as well.
  
  "Mistress we have to abandon the fortress before we're completely overrun!" some soldier says running in to your bedroom. You've never seen him before, or if you have you don't remember him.
  
  In any case, he makes a valid point, though you still have all these books you have to go through. Even if you teleported, you wouldn't be able to bring them all and you NEED to go through this shit, if you have any hope of trying to find a way to stop this.
  
  There's nothing for it except to pick and choose as much as you can. You wish you'd been a little more organized, not that would have helped much since there are books all over the place thanks to the building shifts.
  
  "Evacuation. Right. You male, what's your...actually your name isn't important right now. What IS important is you need to help me gather up as many of these books as possible." You say.
  "But Mistress..." the soldier says.
  "That's a fucking order! These books are more important than your worthless life ten times over! So be glad I'll be teleporting YOU with me when we leave. Now then, I want you to look for any book with a dark red cover and made of vila flesh."
  "Vila flesh?"
  "Vila, you know the..oh. You are a bit young looking, guess you wouldn't know. Anyway, old race of fairies we exterminated a long time ago during the great days of the empire. About the only thing they were good for is making suitable covers for demonic tomes. Demons are always drawn more to items made out of so called pure beings."
  "You're going to summon demons?"
  "Well I don't want to, but with the way things are going the option has to be on the table. Demonic assistance is always so unreliable though. Anyway you'll know its vila flesh by the touch. Extremely smooth, not rough or leathery at all. Go, go, go, gather what you can find!"
  
  The soldier starts looking through books and you do as well. Mostly focusing on tomes that aren't demon related since you're holding out hope that it won't come to that.
  
  "Mistress, I feel I should also mention that commander Drunni is dead." The soldier says.
  "What? Oh. Yeah, that doesn't matter. Just find the fucking books! I don't give a fuck about Drunni, he was an idiot anyway. Though out of curiosity how did he die?"
  "Well I wasn't there, but another said Kessla got out of the cage he kept her in when the first wall collapsed and she ripped his throat out like some sort of animal."
  "Hrm. Well more fool him for keeping her around as long as he did and not being more careful. If he was insisting on raping her on a regular basis, he should have cut her hands and feet off."
  "I believe he blinded her, Mistress."
  "Yeah well apparently that wasn't good enough. Still could hear and smell him...speaking of which...attack!" you utter when you sense visitors getting closer.
  
  You immediately blast the first corpse lumbering into your bedroom and several more with magic bolts. The soldier drops the books he's acquired and draws his weapon.
  
  More pour in, and you continue to back away while hitting them with bolts. Eventually enough push through and they're starting to surround the soldier. Then things get worse when your building suddenly begins shifting downward again, causing everyone living and dead to fall down, in fact it feels like the place is going to sink completely.
  
  You get up and run over to the soldier to help him out if only so you've got another person to help you get the books, which are now even more all over the place now, along with furniture and all your other belongings.
  
  "Male! Get that bag over there by that bed, empty it out, and start shoving those books I told you about in it. Can't afford to be picky now. When it's full, tell me and we'll get out of here!" you order.
  "Yes Mistress!"
  
  While the soldier is following your orders, you take on the corpses which are starting to get up off the floor. Under normal circumstances you'd just burn them all, but you can't really afford to do that in this instance.
  
  You attempt to freeze the horde which works to slow them down a bit. You then unleash a stronger cold blast, which begins to encase them in ice.
  
  You then blast the ice with more bolts shattering the undead inside. You then go on the offensive, destroying more undead coming down the hallway. This is when you start to unleash fireballs as the danger of burning any books is now gone.
  
  The strange thing is you begin to get so focused on battle, you forget that your goal was to escape. Instead, you continue to clear out undead masses invading your personal domicile.
  
  Before you know it, you've battled all the way to the entrance of your domain where upon you see nothing but destruction and carnage outside. More undead are lumbering about and they're starting to gather towards your position again.
  
  "Shit, I need to get back." You say to yourself and run back to your bedroom.
  
  "Male! We need to go, where the fuck are..."
  
  You see the soldier laying on the floor with his throat ripped out. Nearby you see your open bag with torn up books strewn nearby.
  
  "Wha... no, no, no, no! SHIT!" you shout as you go over to the shredded books, which are completely ruined.
  
  You throw one of the destroyed books at a wall nearby furious about the situation and then you see the dead soldier getting back up.
  
  "Oh shut the fuck up." You exclaim and cast a stream of flame at him, not even caring about the books that are destroyed nearby.
  
  As the soldier starts to burn to a cinder, you quickly pick up the bag and with a deep exhale, you start gathering up what books that still might be of use and are still intact.
  
  After collecting a couple books, you then realize...
  
  "Wait...who killed that soldier...."
  
  You soon find out too late when someone jumps on your back and bites you on the shoulder as you fall face down on the floor.
  
  You're turned over and you see Kessla who is every bit as horrible looking as she sounds. You stare into hollow sockets and a scarred grinning face full of jagged bloody teeth. She's obviously learned to cope with her handicap because even though you try to punch her off you, she easily senses your attempt by blocking and then raking your face with her long nails partially blinding you.
  
  "Heheheheheh I told you Mistress you should have just killed me huhuhuhuh!" Kessla gibbers madly as a chunk of your flesh falls out her mouth.
  
  She fills it again soon by going for your throat and ripping it out. You still aren't quite dead yet before you see her nails go for your eyes.
  
  One last surge of extreme pain follows, then darkness, then nothing. Well not quite.
  
  Nothing following would have been a blessing. Where you go after is a much worse fate.