1370 [Supreme Wars: Act I] 11/?: Endless Supreme Necromancy

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It was once the tyrant of the Netherworld Plane, a man whose soul died gruesomely after being betrayed by all those he once trusted, crushed to death, he died in the most gruesome way possible. A man that had lost everything, and his life… he ended becoming the tyrant of this underworld.

His soul drifted into this world eons ago, and became a lesser specter, an entity without even memories of his own past, a hungry mutated soul that feed on other souls to grow stronger. This was how everybody started in this hellhole, the Netherworld Plane wasn't a place where souls enjoyed a peaceful afterlife nor were reincarnated, it was very similar to hell, but here nobody was given the task to punish the souls for their sins.

They were merely thrown into this dark, abyssal hellhole, where their very souls were now compromised, monsters that could devour souls roamed everywhere, Undead of all sorts, unliving beings that could only die when they were devoured and assimilated by other unliving beings.

The man that was betrayed and died gruesomely became a specter, mindlessly, he began devour the innocent souls of anybody like him that ended in this place, ruthlessly, he tore apart his enemies, and devoured them all.

When thousands of years have passed since then, he found himself evolving, he was no longer the same mindless specter, all these souls and rotting flesh he had devoured became a part of his necrotic self, forming a skeleton, the flesh was sacrificed for strong calcium-based bones to emerge around his specter, and the specter was concentrated into a materialized crystal, a Necrotic Core, in the interior of the skeleton's ribcage.

And then, as he became solid, he regained his consciousness, his memories, his grief, all of his pain, and also his intelligence. He was no longer a human, but a savage monster, a monstrous entity that only desired to devour, regaining his memories didn't changed anything. This was because he was intelligent enough to know that there was no way out of this hellhole unless he devoured and assimilated his way to the top… And he did.

He continued fighting and fighting, even stronger Undead, devouring even stronger ghosts, assimilating giant skeletons, turning into a titan made of bones and rotten flesh, he learned the power of Nether energy, he stole the knowledge from those that were knowledgably, and learned all sorts of magic and conjurations, while also absorbing all the magic power from these people that "knew" of this world… he learned more, and the more he learned, the more he realized this world was seemingly endless, filled with monsters everywhere, with almost no civilizations other than giant guilds and clans composed of skeletons and other Undead, and an endless abyss that seemed to have no end.

For thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, and even millions of years, he continued an endless journey of assimilation and devouring, he continued devouring everything he could find on his path, from little souls to titans made of bones and phantom, he assimilated entire landscapes into his own endlessly bigger body, and continued growing more and more bigger, accumulating energies until the moment he was finally able to evolve once more.

That time, after a journey that lasted millions of years, he was finally able to evolve, and such an evolution caused an incredible commotion in the Netherworld Plane, every undead being in this world suddenly realized what was happening was something that would change the world and everything. The entities that dominated this entire dimension, the Hegemonies of Death realized his raise and used their near endless armies of Undead to stop him.

But this catastrophic incident only ended in all of these undead being devoured by his own army and then being used as materials to raise him to almost the top, when he woke up again, he had become almost the top of this dimension, and called himself Aldrich, the Lord of Death. He continued on his conquest, as he devoured the planes of the Netherworld Plane until he reached the deepest abyss, confronting all the Hegemonies in that moment.

He managed to devour two of them but was ultimately defeated by the other five that remained, and his entire body was torn apart, and fused back into the dimension itself. His memories, everything, became energy for the dimension to continue existing…

"It was such a long journey, yet it felt like it ended in a single second." He said as his last words, as he disappeared, and stopped existing.

He had been in an endless abyssal void, a limbo where he couldn't think, where he couldn't dream, where he was, yet he wasn't. A world that wasn't a world, an inexistent existence that was darkness yet it wasn't darkness, this endless void where all consciences rest… for eons.

However, suddenly, and somehow, he felt something, amidst the inexistence of his existence, he was remade anew, and formed into something that existed, and put into another item, a fragment of something that was real. He had once more regained his existence!

But now, he was below the command of this one, the one that existed that made him exists once more, Kireina, who smiled maliciously back at the Undead Gods, who were his old enemies, the Emperors felt utterly angered, and desired to destroy her right away, but her allies ended getting in the way of their path, and a fight quickly was about to begin… But Kireina wanted to start it off with something more, and by waving her hand, she quickly conjured an Ability.

"Endless Supreme Necromancy!"

FLAAAAASH!

Suddenly, darkness spread everywhere, as phantasmal nether energies began to suddenly materialize countless Undead out of thin air, skeletons wearing black armor and holding all sorts of weapons made of black bones, zombie titans the size of mountains, three-headed dogs with the power to destroy god's souls, dreadful phantasmal gargoyles, thirsty abominable ghouls, and more, all sorts of Undead emerged out of thin air, but Kireina had plans for them…!

"Come on now, Aldrich!"

And then, all Undead gathered together into a mass of blackness, and formed into a single and small figure.

"Ah, existence! I was missing this!" He laughed.

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