The Emperor Revealed

With a flash of an instant, you return to the library of the Dungeon Master. You beam with pride holding the Crown in both hands, walking around to try and find him to show off your accomplishment. Because of the peculiar nature of everything, you can't rely on threads to find anyone, or anything, so it's a matter of the tracking him down the old fashioned way, walking around and keeping your eyes and ears open. He built the place as a maze for his own personal delight, which is frustrating for you, but you're committed at this point. You become increasingly frustrated and try and take a moment to regain yourself, when you begin to get a semblance of an answer. Standing next to a large decorative stained glass window, your nose starts to fill with the familiar scent of sex. The more you focus on that, you start to hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The Dungeon Master wouldn't be the type to hide himself with invisibility, though he's capable of it. He's more devious than that. Still holding the crown with both hands, you stick out your window and lean it towards the panel of glass, finding you move right through it.

"Of course," You say to yourself as you pull away. You pull your arm back and face the mirror. Despite what you know, the sight of the mirror and the thought of walking into it is still a concern, and still something you have to tell yourself to ignore. Closing your eyes, you extend your left forward and take a step, not having hit or fallen through anything, you take a second, and than a third. Confident that you're alright, you open your eyes, to find yourself in a narrow passageway. The sound and smell get louder, and cause a degree of confusion. The Dungeon Master made it quite clear he lived a solitary existence, and preferred it. You find your answer before you fully exit.

Your Master was fully naked, who you saw from the side as his dick slid in and out of the asshole of a demon laying downwards on a table. Her legs dangled over the side and were bound to each with metal chains, while her arms were kept behind her. They were both sweaty all over, suggesting this has been going on for some time. Her face is vacant, lost in lust and the sensation as she's fucked, as the Master's load from his last encounter slowly drips down. What you didn't see before is on the other side, the Master held a crop, the type of thing used to motivate or scold horses. He repeatedly swatted the demon with it, each strike caused a yelp of pleasure. The sight before you stings. You certainly didn't love him, and he never made any gesture to show he loved you, but this still feels like an attack and betrayal.

The Master turned to you briefly, stopping his whipping, but was far from concerned at having being caught. "Oh, hello ****. Back already?"

"What's this?" You ask incredulously

"Well, I had gotten used to having a useless fuckhole around, and I needed something to keep my cock warm. You were gone, so I made a new one. Say hello to your new sister." With his free hand, he reaches forward and grabs the demon by her jet black hair, and yanks back. All she does is moan and pant even louder.

"Well, that might be the best you get out of her" He added with a shrug "She's not much of a talker, but that's an improvement, I think."

"But Why?"

"I already told you" He replied, to which you cut him off

"You know damn well what I mean!"

"I got bored, and thought I could do better"

"So, everything you did for me, the power?"

"Was just a means to get you out to go away. You're nothing special, not to me. Just another mortal easily duped."

The fury in you rises to a greater degree than you ever remember. He used you and discarded you when he had his fill. You lift the crown over your head and throw at the wall with all you have. There's a heavy clang as the metal hits cold stone, and as it falls to the floor, the Dungeon Master wracks in pain. His demon disappears, he grabs his chest, and drops to his knees. He looks up at you, and the crown in terror.

"What...did you do?" He asked in a rage

"I passed your test" you state with confidence "I took the crown of the Eternal Emperor. I would think you would approve, what better way to change someone's life than to let a commoner be given the power and responsibility of the largest country in the world?"

"You presume much, ****" He rebukes as he returns to his feat, his robes magically reappearing. "You look but you do not see. Did the crown not seem strange to you?"

"Yes, it had no ties to the plane, as if it had been cut off from the world. That sounds right for something belonging to a man who became a God, doesn't it?"

"It's me, you stupid cunt!" He yells out. It feels like a brick wall as the words hit you, and yet it's so immediately obvious now that he says it.

"Of course" You reply, angrily "You are the Eternal Emperor. Why settle with treating living people as playthings here when you can do it in the real world too?"

"Silence, ****" He said as he rose his hand "Do not dare judge me. I have a greater responsibility than you can fathom. I became a leader that the whole world longed for. I saw the solution to a problem that nobody else dared to."

"Slaughtering the orcs?"

"If someone didn't stand against them, nobody knows what could have happened!"

"Including you!" You shout back, surprising even yourself. His face contorts as his last nerve is cut

"****!" His hand raises and a chain forms around it, reaching to your neck. With a sharp tug, you're pulled the yards that seperate you from him, until he holds your throat in his hand "You owe your very existence to me! That you know anything is a blessing I have bestowed upon you"

_"Well, that's not entirely accurate, is it?" You both hear an ethereal voice, detached from any corporeal body. _The Dungeon Master is visibly scared

"I made the right decision wench!" He shouts into the air, "You couldn't have done any better. You did nothing!"

"Nothing needed to be done. I told you that, but you refused to listen, and now billions have paid the cost."

'Than surely one more won't be missed!" Pulling his arm back, he gives an impossible throw. Your neck departs his hand easily, and in instant, your entire body has left the library and his pocket universe. You float in an empty black void. You can move your body, but with no ground, no sky, no anything, there's nowhere to move to, or from. A new level of despair and terror sets in. If you're doomed to spend forever in this void of reality, you'd rather he had just killed you. The ultimate cruelty.

In this environment, you're not sure how to measure passing of time, but you're eventually able to get a grip on your emotions. You'll not let that deceitful prick have the last word, or the victory. There has to be a solution, one way or the other.

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