Eureka! This is what I have been waiting for, this will help my case against my questioning benefactors. This is proof of the existence of Laberynthea. There are more entries to decode but this one proves the legends of the heroes to be true. This is the only copy of such text to exist. All other written texts about the heroes are oral stories that someone wrote down so I do not know how much credibility they have. I am lucky I found this…
They have all gathered outside my castle walls. Usurpers, thieves, heretics. Not even hell wanted the lot of them. They are out there waiting to stop me, but my oracle did his job. Those plebeians do not know I gave everything for them. I fought wars, lost family, served the people, and committed the ultimate sacrifice to save Laberynthea. Now, I have no line, no heir or spare, no one to share these fruits that I have sown.
I have placed all my guard on high alert, but the damn knight has taken them down one by one. The ranger has infiltrated and stolen items of value. Lastly, the damn mage has walled off my reinforcements. My guard captain was able to hold them with the aid of the Holy and Daemon I set on them, but as the oracle foretold, they will defeat Sett and Elegett. The daemon Sett helped me build this kingdom with fire and war, while Elegett created the rules and order for the people to follow my command. As the clash of battle and the death-cry of my pets echoes throughout my halls, I know what I have to do. I have heard the whispers of the creatures, the ones behind the Silver Gate; they promise companionship and the acumen to rule forever. They promised me the power of the Three, and they have promised me immortality. A king can rule forever. I need more power; I hunger for it, the void left from the loss of my line will be filled with the Eldriched knowledge, and I will not allow others to take more of me.
Both Sett and Elegett warned me about the entity behind the gate, a creature I cannot control. But I laughed at both of them since my pets do not know what type of power I hold. Kingdoms fear me, they know of my glory, they know how I can entrap beings to serve me. There are no other gods other than me. I am the Alpha, with no Omega in sight. I do not know what the end is, but others cower because I have shown them theirs. My oracle has revealed to me time and time again how the Silver Gates open, ushering in my newfound glory, new beings to rule. He showed me what lies beyond the stars other worlds like mine, ready to be exposed to the love that I can provide, what protection I have to offer, and as a benevolent king, all I require is love, adoration, prayer, and faith.
To open these gates, I need my usurpers to find me. There I can kill them, carve a key out of their bones, and fuse my blood to it. Such a paganistic ritual seems absurd, but not even I at this moment can change the laws of magic. The knight’s hatred, the ranger’s loneliness, the mage’s loss will allow my magic to create what is needed. I have bathed my sword with the blood of the sanctimonious and heretic. Now I will take the eye out of my vassal, and with the magic taught to me by the creature beyond the veil, I will open The Silver Gates, unleashing a power that is ripe for my control. This continent will know the extent of my reach as I save them. As now a God-King, I will be merciful, all the races will pray to me, all the deities hidden away in the forests will bow to me. I will imbue them in my army after I deal with these intruders.
The oracle’s apprentice leads these rabble-rousers; she believes she saw a glimpse of death, madness beyond comprehension. Mine has shown me pockets of time, pictures, and visions of my work succeeding, and I do not believe in the other oracles’ deception. She will come around to see my dream, my power, and what I will do for my people.
My throne room rumbles as both my pets are bested in battle, but I do not worry. As I finish writing this entry, I will begin a new chapter to know what true power really is.
There are more pages to read. This has to be the beginning of the destruction of Laberynthea. If the legends are true, there is one more hero that we have not read from. For now, I will rest and prepare to my trip to Granada.
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