<strong>Xenolord; Archlord of the Underworld</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: None</strong><br/><br/>As Glasya and Baa'lethor left him to his own devices, Xenolord stroked his chin. Too long he's been afraid of 'divine retribution' from both the mortal realm and the divine realm. Smiling to Minixtra, he stroked her hair lovingly. "My dear Minixtra... wouldn't you agree that the human realm is too... calm? Too collected? Too... sure of their own safety? Tucked safely behind their beloved walls, hiding behind their 'mighty king', the humans have grown weak and petty."<br/><br/>"I would agree, My Lord." Minixtra responded, nodding obeideintly. Xenolord showed joy she agreed with him.<br/><br/>"Then, would you not also agree by that same notion that... they have already fallen into a state of sloth... a sin by most rights?"<br/><br/>"Yes, I would also agree to that, My Lord." Crossing his arms, he nodded in determination.<br/><br/>"Very well! FAMINE! PESTILENCE!" With a crash of thunder, two young demons, both female, appeared before him. They bowed in a formal manner before answering.<br/><br/>"You called, Master of Evil?" They echoed. Xenolord smiled and walked to the demons.<br/><br/>"Famine, Pestilence my dears... The city of Krum has fallen on hard times. They are a sloth, vain, petty people, who no longer follow the tennets set forth by their gods and their king..." Rubbing both of their heads, he smiled an evil, cruel smile. "By all rights... Vanity... Sloth... Greed... all sins. And, it is by THAT train of thought, that the people of Krum belong to ME!"<br/><br/>"Yes My Lord!" Both girls answered emphatically, eager to please.<br/><br/>"So go, my pets! Kill their crops! Butcher their animals! Bring the people to their knees! And when all hope is lost, not a soldier can stand through the rumbling in his gut! PURGE THE CITY! FIRE! DEATH! Let NONE survive to tell the tale!" The two demons practically jumped out of their skin in glee.<br/><br/>"Oh! Oh, yes My Lord! It will be our pleasure!"<br/><br/>"So go, Famine. Make all of their crops wither on the vine, and see the people follow suit." With a happy squeak, the Demon named Famine disappeared in a puff of green, acrid smoke. "And Pestilence... my dear... lovely Pestilence... see to it that no animal lives to see the morning sun. I want nothing but rotting carcasses in the fields! Flies, roaches and maggots in the troughs! Do what you do best, my lovely Pestilence."<br/><br/>"Your will be done, Master!" She squeeked happily, disappearing into a puff of roaches, flies and fleas.<br/><br/>"And Minixtra... gather my soldiers. I have a feeling they will need some... practice... for the war to come."<br/><br/>"Yes, My Lord."<br/><br/>And so it was done. In the middle of the night, as the people of Krum went about their lives... an unseen force spread a killing mist across the crops, healthy fruit and vegetables turning into rancid, disgusting mush in moments. And in the pastures and farms, livestock, once healthy and happy, dropped to their sides in wails of pain, their body quickly consumed by fleets of insects. It would not be long until the soldiers of Krum could no longer stand, no longer fight.<br/><br/>After all. An army marches on it's stomach.