All the Golems

Mark landed at the gate of a manor. He noticed his gear and strapped him self in noticing that the manor was oddly quite with not even a cricket to be heard. He charged his sword and cut through the lock on the gate.

And was pulled through by stone hands!

Mark rolled on the ground turning to face a golem growing out of the gate. Mark cut it in half only for it to reform as two golems. He ran but was blocked by another golem that grew from the ground. Mark cast { Fireball} blowing away the golems. He waited for them to reform but nothing happened even as he approached the door of the manor. Not one to be tricked twice he pulverized the door before rushing in.

He was met by a ball room full of dancing servant each one laughing as tears streamed down their face. He held up the paper “ I have been contracted by the council to execute Duke Vonewell and all who stand with him, if you wish to be spared then show me the way.

Duke Vonewell: “ Why I am right here you filthy wretch!”

The carpet wrapped around Mark's leg pulling him into the ball room even as he burned it to ash. The whole room froze letting Mark take in the fearful gazes of the servants as Duke Vonewell spoke.

Duke Vonewell: “ I see you found a use for those disgusting magics of yours, not that it will save you! What I have planned for you will dwarf all other torments as I have reached the peak of my craft.”

The servants rushed Mark and started beating him as they cried out for mercy. Duke Vonewell laughed “ These fools DARED defy me in my family home now they have become the first of my perfect army...”

Mark: “ Do I get paid to here this crap.”

Mark cast his latest spell { Mana Purge} freeing the servants who all ran out of the house.

A suit of armor charged exploding before it reached him covering him in smoke. Mark felt the smoke attach to his skin pulling at his muscles trying to rip his skin off. Mark cast { Acid Spray} ridding himself of what ever was in that smoke. He tried to sense the mana in the area hoping to find that loli fuck but had no such luck.

Mark heard something behind him. He turned to see … A school girl?

Schoolgirl: “ … OH!”

She fell on her ass ,shocked see Mark. He went to help her pulling her to her feet. She grabbed onto him and exploded forcing Mark to his knees.

Even with his armor and skin blown off Mark stayed focus preparing spells for what ever may come.

Then the floor ate him.

Mark landed on a pile of … bones? He looked around and saw that he was surrounded by dead demi-humans the stench of decade flesh filling his lungs.

Duke Vonewell: “ How do you like the family tradition? You are looking at decades of volunteers who sacrificed their lives for the Vonewell name! Each one a talent that would have been wasted on the lower layers, so we took them in and guided them to their best selves.”

Mark followed the voice trying to be silent as Duke Vonewell monologue.

Duke Vonewell: “ and she would of joined them. That dwarf would of catapulted me to the upper ranks! But now I have been cast out and left to rot..... for the time being.”

Mark rounded a corner and saw the body of Duke Vonewell in a magic circle a trail of blood where it's head should have been.

Mark followed the trail only to be tackled to the ground from behind. He rolled over to punch the latest golem but he missed, his hand slipping passed the neck of Duke Vonewell as the corpse raised a ax.

Mark: “ { Shield}!

Mark's spell pushed the flesh golem off him sealing it in a dome of magic. He got up to see a whole hallway of Duke Vonewells each one charging him, as he raised his shield

Duke Vonewell watched the battle with a smirk, knowing that his foe had no hope of breaking through his army despite his efforts. He eyed the sword as a hour passed Mark no closer to his goal

Duke Vonewell: “ That sword seems like a artifact of some sort, maybe Lucy made it. Hmmm! I need to make sure to get her to give me something better, something intimate, something... Oh he finally got tired. Good!”

Mark was kneeling on top of a four armed golem panting as he choked down a potion.

Orc may have high regenerative traits, but that needed energy and he was starving. Mark started chanting as the parts of varrious golems started to reform.

The room was filled with fire burning everything to ash Mark included. His stomach growled as his skin grew back for the tenth time.

Mark ate the last of his rations as he came upon a giant door with a giant knight golem in front of it.

Mark: “ At least he stays on theme.”

Like the rest of the golems all it took was a few spell infused slashes to finish the golem, Mark looked at the specifics of the kill order before he walked in the boss room.

Wanted DEAD

Duke Vonewell and all who stand with him.

Crime: working with the DEVIL.

Reward: to be determined

Mark: “Fucking tops.”

Mark pushed the door open ….and fell through it.

Before he could do anything Mark's mouth was stuffed with liquid metal as the door reformed into a sphere around him.

Duke Vonewell voice came from the broken body of the knight golem “ Hah! Knew you would fall for the good old door trap! You worthless demi-humans will never learn!”

Mark strained as best he could but the metal wouldn't budge, he was helpless as a metal crown was placed on his head.

Duke Vonewell: “ you should be honored, I will put your body to better use than you ever could.

Mark felt his consciousness being drained away then everything went black.

When he opened his eyes again he was looking at his smiling face.