Terminus: Creating the Demon Nest

So many tributes in the recent years...
So much excess mana consumed, without proper application in how one would properly ingest of it. However, as the days trailed on, his mind continued to toil...

Each one of his issues would be solved, one at a time...
But while the issue of properly accumulating all of this mana, as opposed to simply stowing it and burning it, plagued him more than any other...
More pressing issues were at-hand.

Felhunters…
Troublesome Witches that sought to hunt down him, and his ilk...
Necromancers that sought to step out of line, in the way of his efforts against mankind...
Then, there were the immediate targets of his ire:
- Varrach
- The Lumin King
- Cielia Meanderwing
- Amnestria Aemoira
- Lief
- Cletus Klein
- Even Grey Aundeoth...

The list was growing, vastly too great for his liking... And he couldn't hope to take them all down. Then, there were the others... Those he simply needed to reach out to...
To take back into the fold...
- Yorumi
- Retsuki
- Perhaps even Erenthius…

The forces he controlled were far too sparse...
Too incapable for the growing list of antics he conspired towards...
Thus, such a swelling hatred required... More...
And what place proved better, than...
"Here..." Terminus mulled, having ventured further inland and taking his gaze down to a suitable plot of soil.

Several of the enthralled humans in the area proceeded to work their shovels...
Digging according to the instructions telegraphed into their very minds. It was as though the ancient Kaor was exercising his effort, through the lot of them...
For dozens of active, busied arms were better than four...

He could feel it...
Swelling within his chest...
It ached...
It burned...
The hatred he harbored, for the world...
For his enemies...
For his inadequacies...
For the world, and alas... Such pungent Hate was taking physical form.

He abruptly peeled over, retching before spitting up gallons of bile to the earthen soil. The collision and pressure behind it burrowed slightly into the ground. The immense heat from his own internal body temperature tremored at the atmosphere immediate above it. It wasn't long before shining beads of amber plopped from his gullet, splashing into the nigh molten-hot slime, and slowly sinking in.

They nearly choked at him on their escape from his gullet. To gaze upon them, from the typical human perspective would reveal obloids nearly the height of one's abdomen wholly, with thrice the depth and width of their body. They were gargantuan, radiating with one's vile essence...

A bit of essence collected in one's recent consumption resonated within them all -- further amplifying their potential. Though, the raw prowess and ancient stature likely aided in such an endeavor. Heavy panting, and marveling upon hisworks led to the inevitable monologue:

"Beautiful, aren't you... My children... My Nightreapers… Soon, you shall scour the lands of Meranthe, for all of our enemies...
Every sinner...
Every traitorous witch...
--and every demon, defiant against the vision... Or our ilk...
You will punish them all...
You will bring Hel... To them, and to my desired? Drag them... To me."

A malevolent grin was made at his creation...
At his future spawn...
And alas, he would depart, allowing his enthralled and cultists alike to prepare their hatching-conjuration ritual.

Time was on his side...
And in time, he would show Meranthe, just what he was capable of.
(Terminus)