To get Zethyla 1 – A normal day

‘Installing it everywhere was a real pain but the new torch system really makes things easier.’ Uklag thinks as he watches his followers and slaves slowly but surely gather in the dining hall. He sits in the broad chair on the top floor, together with the twins as per usual.

After the last person arrives, namely Alratha who looks like she just ran a marathon (Uklag guesses that she at least just ran a number on herself), Uklag stands up. “Right now I am missing only one more ingredient to finally summon the Demonlord. However, it is also on the is impossible to find around here. Zethyla, as you may or may not know, is remarkably rare plant that only grows in the deepest part of forests.

The one that qualifies closest to us is east of us. Getting there will only take a couple of weeks finding the plant itself however will be a task of weeks or even months. As no one of you would be of any help finding the blasted thing I will go alone.”

No one reacts surprised, mostly because no one is. Uklag had previously gone to search for Orichalcum alone so him walking into a forest on his own seems rather mundane in comparison. “That means we are in charge while you are gone, correct?” Aelana asks as she inspects some dirt under her fingernails with a disapproving look. She looked like it was somehow the dirts fault for getting there, completely disregarding that dirt is incapable of moving on its own.

Then again, after finding that metal earlier this week, maybe it is.

“Yes, you are in charge. All I ask of you is that you keep a low profile. We have dealt with Eastaran bureaucracy for now but there is no need to paint a target unto our base of operations. I hope that they will be occupied with the thorn in their side up north.” The twins nod in agreement and Uklag lets out a drawn out yawn.

“I will be on my way tomorrow then. I should be away for at least a month. At worst I will be gone forever. I do doubt that will happen though.” Uklag falls back into his seat and with a wave of his hand signals Zal to bring the food in.

As the twins are feeding him, he looks over his people. At the lower levels his slaves, the former search party are now joined by five new recruits of Glenn’s shelter. They had been unshaven, dirty and a bit malnourished when he recruited them but in the time he was away, they have turned at least somewhat okay to look at. They are just a tiny cog in Uklag’s plans so most of the time he doesn’t even notice them and surely they keep their heads low to keep it that way. After all, they can reap the benefits of working for the mind-breaking warlock that lives under the mountain without getting in his sight just fine.

The second floor is the same as always. With Meltzer and Droy gone it looks somewhat empty there but Alratha, Celine and Catherine are having a chat all the same. Celine’s stomach has swollen quite a lot by now. Not that that matters much to Uklag either, giving her a child was his contract to keep the twins around. The contract stated that the child is their property and frankly, if he wants a child himself he can grab whomever else and tell them to stop drinking Ulsea tea for birth control.

“Hey, Aelana.” He says just before a piece of fruit is shoved into his mouth. The redhead stops in the motion and looks at him questioningly. “If I become a half-demon or whatever you want to call it.” “Huge if.” “Yes, huge if…from your perspective…What the hell happens to my semen?” Aelana tilts her head, “The fuck are you talking about, you suicidal maniac?”

“I mean that humans obviously can’t impregnate demons and demons can’t impregnate humans to the best of my knowledge. Humans, of course, can breed like rabbits given the right circumstances. Demons, to my knowledge at least, become pregnant very rarely as most of you seemingly just spawn into existence. The question now being: If I become part demon, will I be able to sire children with either races or none of them.”

Uklag finally bites of the piece of fruit that has been dangling in front of him during that whole monologue. Waiting as the twins ponder about that question, he shouts down to the floor level. “Who of you is doing Meltzer’s job while he is away?” A man stands up, Uklag does not even try to care about his look, he might as well have a question mark for a head. “That would be me, Boss.” “Great, any news regarding that caved in tunnel?” “I am afraid not, Boss.” Uklag clicks with his tongue with slight frustration; he really wants to know where that metal came from. “Fine, get back to eating.”

“”We really don’t know, Master Uklag.”” The twins finally open their mouth. “”It is unprecedented, we have no information’s on the matter.”” Uklag dramatically throws his hands into the air, “Okay then. By the way I have been meaning to ask something. At the start I simply took it as granted but after hanging around and inside you two for so long I couldn’t help but notice a strange thing.” The twins look at each other and then at their master with confusion.

“How the fuck do two demons, succubae no less, hold the formula to immortality if they have absolutely no clue about magic?” “”We are not allowed to say.”” Again the warlock throws his arms towards the ceiling. “Well, great. Seems like I will leave this place without any answers.”

“I can tell you something interesting if you want to.” Alratha says from the level below. “Fine, hit me.” Uklag says and takes his attention out by aggressively munching a piece of bread. “I once met the Archprophetess of Acrea. It was quite the traumatic experience but the amount of jewellery that woman has is astounding. Who needs a pure silver dildo?” “What did she do, shove the dildo to far up your arse?” Aelana asks with mild curiosity. Alrathas ever present smile dies and she looks down at her plate, the polished metal reflecting her amber eyes. “She drove the needles to deep.” She says in an emotionless voice. No one asks further questions and Alratha’s maniacal grin returns shortly after.

Eventually Uklag retreats from the dinner the rest dissolving quickly to get to their respective jobs or pleasures as well. Only Zal and his maiden remain, polishing the tables.