The capital city was busting with life and activity. It was the only place in the whole Kingdom where people were not afraid to go outside. No murderous hawks flying above; no blood mages taking away young maidens; and no hostile armies standing on the borders. Life in the capital city promised happiness, but local taxes allowed only the most wealthiest citizens to live here.
Cardinal Carmont took care of the city in de Prado's absence. Once a legendary leader of men, the greatest Inquisitor of Marignon, now but a former shadow of himself - old, weary, broken.
He could not accept the new ways of the Kingdom, but lacked the strength of will to try and change something. Life under de Prado's command was difficult enough for Cardinal Carmont, but now he has to obey Magoth, and that is even worse.
Rook d6. Check.
Chess. This is Carmont's life now. Sometimes Magoth tells him to go check the research in the Royal Library or Goetic Order; and twice a month Carmont begs his leave to regulate local affairs, such as taxes, laws and trials. The rest of his life is now occupied with damnable chess with an Arch Devil. He couldn't beat Magoth during all these months, not even once. Now he doesn't even hope to. He doesn't want to play, and never did. He is not even allowed to sleep. To have a break.
King... h7.
Escaping again.
*Spits* That's the only thing you humans are capable of. Running away.
That is not exactly true.
Furcas spent most of his days standing by the tall window, observing the city in silence. Occasionally he took part in the conversation. Cardinal avoids looking at Furcas, whose appearance is extremely revolting even for an Arch Devil.
There is one thing that humans have truly mastered.
Knight f8. Check. What's that "thing", Furcas? Being fucking annoying?
No. Doing nothing. Why are we here, Magoth? Why did he summon us? The frog creatures and lizard tribes have conquered half of the world by now. They own this realm. Meanwhile, we are standing aside. Watching. Getting weaker each month. Granting the enemy time to prepare. This mortal idiot de Prado tries to "follow agreements", but the rest of the world laughs at him, conspires against him. De Prado pretends he doesn't have a choice. But if you ask me, it's just an excuse to do nothing.
Speaking of which. Make your pathetic move before I burn your withered balls, Carmont!
King... h8?
Why are you so criminally stupid, mortal? I know a drunkard imp who plays better than you.
Please, Master Magoth. I need to gather research reports from the Royal Library. Can I go while you think over your turn?
"Think over"? Don't flatter yourself, vermin. Rook h8. Checkmate.
Uhh...
GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!
Magoth threw a chess piece at Carmont's head while he was crippling away. It hit with a satisfying *thud*.
I hate this place. It's not hot enough. The streets stink of human flesh. AND THIS HORRIBLE MUSIC, I HATE IT!!!
The music was truly a curse of Marignon. It came from leagues away, the cold lands of Bogarus. Supernatural orchestra that never, ever stopped. Too faint to hear it clearly from the noisy capital of Marignon, but during rare moments of silence there could be no denial - Mstislav-Rostropovich and his followers are still performing.
At least you won't have to lead a hopeless attack on Bogarus. The lands are cold over there, and the music is even louder.
I would prefer killing humans, rather than playing chess with the most retarded of them.
"Killing". More like watching your own humans getting killed. Did you see the so-called "army" they assigned to my frontier?
Yes, you whiny holemonger. I was tasked with making preparations for your arrival.
And what does de Prado expect me to do with them? He sends the Royal Army with Tomaso del Monferrada and Igarak to invade Atlantis. The Royal Fleet, Buriol and Ethanim will attack Mictlan, all supported by hordes of demons and Fallen Angels. And what do I get? A shitty bunch of fresh recruits, who haven't been involved in any action yet.
Well, boo-fucking-hoo. Deal with it, bitch. As a matter of fact, some of the angels will support your forces too. Abaddon and Azrael are ready to attack the moment de Prado gives the order. Samael will be in the region, fighting Atlantis - he will join you in the worst case scenario.
Three of them at best. Do you know how many Ice Devils do those Bogarusians have?
Nobody expects heroic victories from you, Furcas. We all know you are incompetent. Why do you think de Prado sent me here, in the capital city?
To play chess with Carmont, it seems.
Your sense of humour makes Buriol look funny. I am the strongest astral mage in the Kingdom, maybe in the entire realm. And this...
Magoth lifted a huge tome from his desk.
Shall grant us victory over Bogarus.
A book?
I'm surprised you know the word for it, since apparently you never saw one. Yes, you dumbfuck. It's a book. But not
just a book - it's THE book. I managed to acquire this artifact before Atlantis could lay his dripping wet hands on it. Which is quite an achievement, you ignorant fuck.
I still don't understand.
I'll try to make it short and simple, so that your rotting mind can grasp at least a portion of the whole plan. Both of us are unlucky enough to serve Marignon - a nation that was blessed by the former God of this realm. Even though the God vanished years ago, some Divine Rules still remain in power. Among other things, Marignon is the only nation in existence whose people have the divine right of calling angels. I mean,
real actual angels.
All you have to do is to find a capable astral mage and hoard enough astral pearls. Marignon's treasury is abundant on the pearls, but the irony of the situation is their inability to call angels.
Are you saying that YOU, an ARCH DEVIL, are going to summon angels?
Not only that, but according to the divine laws, they will be bound to the will of the summoner. The angels will obey me, Furcas.
And you will obey de Prado.
Until he claims Godhood over the realm, yes. I will lead angelic hosts to conquer Bogarus, Atlantis, Mictlan and whoever tries to resist. But afterwards? De Prado will
have to release me. The nature of our agreements is not divine, for binding demons is very different from binding angels. Sooner or later I will be able to come back to Inferno.
Bringing an entire army of angel slaves with you.
One day, Furcas. One day soon, I will become the most powerful Demon Lord of Inferno.